I wonder how it came to be That magma cooled for thousands of years, Pushing forward toward the sky, Rolling, rolling down a stream, Till, cool and polished, This mottled stone came to me. I wonder how it came to be That someone dropped a tiny seed, Which the wind wrapped in a blanket …
This poem is about those times when you drift away from God and, by the time you realize it, you feel like there’s no way you can get back to Him. Then He comes and brings you back without you having to do it all yourself. Or, it’s kind of about those times you lose …
I have to be honest, for much of my life, I have struggled with feeling very alone. You see, I’m that nerdy little girl who spent her days reading a book instead of going to the mall–and, being quite an introvert, I’ve struggled with making friends. Even when I have amazing friends, still I sometimes …
It seems to be a common thought, at least in Christian circles (and maybe outside, too, I don’t know) that when we go through trials, we come out stronger. This is (as far as my limited experience can tell) true, by and large, as long as we learn from the trials. But I do not …
I don’t know what’s gotten into me; I’m normally not this poetically inspired, but here’s another poem for you all. (And by the way, all writing on this blog, unless otherwise noted/cited, is mine. My English teachers gave me a healthy fear of plagiarism, so I avoid it at all costs.) _________________________________________________________________ With salty trace, …
Home is a concept that has long interested me. The word carries with it strong connotations of physical places. “I’m going home,” one says after a long day at work. “I’m coming home,” one says to family as a holiday approaches. But what does it mean? An old adage says, “Home is where the heart …
“Follow Me,” I hear Him say, “and choose the troubled life. You’ll have no place to call your home, no people, and no wealth; Wherever you go, I promise you, your acquaintance will be rife With those who hate, despise you, and even plot your death. You’ll have no pride, no self-esteem, for truly will …
If you’re a human, you’re probably familiar with this feeling. Whether it be directed at a chocolate bar, a yet-to-be-released TV episode, movie, or book, a certain time of the year, a vacation, a person, a time from your past, or something else, at some point in life we’ve all experienced longing. I never really …
Despite what the title would lead you to believe, this post will not contain any rejoicing over the outcome of today’s election–nor, hopefully, will it contain any bashing of the president or American citizens. (Tangent: I have to admit, I love thinking up titles that suggest a meaning opposite of the content which they represent …
This is a post about things that annoy me, of varying levels of silliness and seriousness, in no particular order. 1. Peanut Butter I don’t like peanut butter, except occasionally on peanut butter and honey sandwiches. Yet most of the world strangely seems to be in love with it. It sneaks into everything. There’s always …