If i were to rejoice in the Lord as if He were my beloved things would look very different Just being with him, hearing his voice, cultivating a relationship that will last... these things are not easy they always take time but if you push through there's a touch of the divine
When I struggle and when I doubt I know you hear me when I cry out. To open my eyes and look to you there's really nothing you cannot do. You love me, you love me, You call me your own Tenderly, lovingly-- you are my home I cannot fathom, cannot understand the depths of … Continue reading My Love for You
Somewhere out there is a boywho loves a girlwho loves a boy<3 #doublentendres
Dear Friend, I don't even know how to begin this blog post, for every time I try and force the thoughts in my brain to jump onto the paper I come up blank. It has to be something real and genuine and filled with what God has been teaching me, but I don't even know … Continue reading How to Fall in Love: Step 1
The problem with being single is that... There is no problem. (It’s all in your head) 💗 You’re absolutely beautiful. Do you not know that you are fearfully and wonderfully made? There is ONE who is so much better than you can ever imagine. HE will fill the night sky HE will open the heavens … Continue reading A Singular Idea
She thought she was over him, a year had passed between them. Yet when she saw his face she still froze in place. How long does it take to burn the memories inside ? the double-faced die the old, worn-out lie. The minutes they shared were not to be compared to an overdue meal, a … Continue reading The Memories Inside
To my sister, who is always giving me flack for the pictures I take of my food.
i'm pulling from the veins where blood runs thickest show me how to hold onto the reigns instead of watching them trail behind me find me alone in myself the pain your stain has left on my heart i need to be saved from the thoughts within the hate that lurks the love that … Continue reading stream of consciousness a.1
I held my breath and balled up my fist ready for a fight I can't resist Anger, frustration, who can I blame? My fist fell limp as I failed the game. Some days are longer than those before Forever waiting for what's in store. Tired of patience and this long life Words and manners meant … Continue reading The Night’s Whispers
Inspiration Exists 