In seasons of waiting, whether active or quiet, we may echo the Psalmist’s question, “How long, O Lord?” Yet, like he saw Hagar and Nathanael, God sees us and hears our cries. We long for various things and must also focus on His presence, learning to long for His future and be content in the present.
A reprise to the 2020 poem “Let the Boys Do That”; or: A poem for my Love
Hello! I’ve recently moved, and I’ve been thinking a lot in the process. The hardest thing has been leaving the people I love, despite how excited I am for new adventures and experiences. This poem was inspired by those feelings. You’re a gaping hole a missing part the most precious part of me You’re my …
Look at your hands skilled to sew, cook, build, weed, clean strong to do what needs to be done, to fix the broken gentle enough for a baby to hold. Look at your eyes which wrinkle in sheer delight which burn with fury at injustice which glisten with proof of your gentle heart which widen …
The sky, gorged with the dust of infinite lights,for all history has hungas a canopy over every great and noble deed,a muse to the creators ofthe highest masterpieces. These glowing constellations of storied heroeshave guided men on adventuresand guided them back home. I lift my eyes to this stardust expanseand dream of the adventureI most …
All my cravingsare hollow echoesof my need for You Lord God,my Savior,my Life.
You’re worth more than the sum _______of your parts. Your value’s established _______and firm. You’re not _______a grade _______a job _______a diagnosis _______a gender _______a name _______a choice _______a failure _______a success– You. are. you. There are no other yous in this _______whole wide world, nor have there ever been. You are invaluable _______precious _______dear. …
If you follow me on Twitter, you saw that I participated in Dressember again this year. Dressember is a movement of women (and now men) who commit to a fashion challenge during December to raise awareness of and funds to end human trafficking. Most commit to wearing a dress or formal attire every day of …
As a little girl, I spent much of my time digging in the backyard and dreaming up stories. I’m discovering that this activity still brings me remarkable inspiration. This poem I share with you came to me while digging weeds out of the back lawn. At the top of the list of things I hate …
I was blessed by a full day at the beach yesterday. Here are some pictures from my day and a couple descriptions I had fun writing :) Slideshow Description 1 They chased the foam dripping back into the sea, then fled before each new wave with joyous peals. It was a race, them and …