Tag: life
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Refuge
I have wanted to write. Over the last year the words have felt thick, stuck together like honey, making it impossible to separate them into a logical sentence. A sputtering inspiration, fluttering out of reach as I grasp at it uselessly. My reading of the Word dry, verses that instantly vanish from memory. What does…
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hard pressed
I found myself kneeling on the shower floor, forehead pressed against the glass. Deep sorrow poured over me just as the water did, soaking me through. I reigned my sobs in, quiet in the noise of the shower, tears squeezing through my tightly shut eyes. The burdens pressed so heavily on my shoulders I was…
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A Chicken, Sorrow, and the Resurrection of a Saviour
“The hen died.” “Lady Cluck?” “Yeah, this morning.” My heart sank, hoping for a minute that it wasn’t true. This particular hen had been sick for a few days, and with not much in the way of treatment, considering there was no apparent reason for her illness, we cuddled her up in the garage…
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Gentle Reminders
*I am not a therapist or counselor, and I am explaining my own personal experience. If you are struggling with trauma, I would encourage you to see a trained professional for help. My mind begins to go over that one particularly distressing memory. In this moment, forgiveness only does so much to…
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Momentary Disconnection
The wifi can’t connect and it seems that I am for a moment lost.What is it that we did before this age of continual connection?How is it that I, I who claim to be so free of the addiction of my phone, feel the loss of the connection so acutely?How is it that I allowed…
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Life Lately
“Bogged down. Stressed. Anxious. Suffocated. I feel like I’m fighting for each breath. Suffocating, taking each day slowly as it drags me down. Just trying to survive, forget about thrive. I survive each day, but do I live it?” I wrote that on February 2. How dismal, isn’t it? I felt so hopeless, so drained…
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On Beauty
I love makeup. I have ever since I was little and I would wander through drugstore makeup isles, staring in awe at the tubes of lipstick and brightly coloured eyeshadow. I still have the first bullet of lipstick I ever bought, from a clearance bin at Walmart. It’s a deep plum sort of colour, with…
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Running Blind
I ran through the dark hallway; blind, as the barest amounts of light reaches this area. I know the way though and ran without fear. It made me pause for a moment as I heard my feet running along, how I felt no hesitation. I was not concerned that I would run into anything or…
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Reflections on Greece
This morning I was thinking of my trip to Greece. Three and a half months ago I boarded a plane and went on a crazy adventure. It seems so long ago, but almost as if it was yesterday as well. How strange to think of who I was then. My first international missions trip. My…
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Time
“A thousand moments that I had just taken for granted- mostly because I had assumed that there would be a thousand more.” ~Morgan Matson, Second Chance Summer I saw that quote the other day and it stopped me in my tracks. There are quotes or songs that I hear that make me pause in my…
More Than A Sparrow 