December

thought process..es

things I had to do this last week.
I watched my friend get married. I promise you it was not easy.
I said hullo and goodbye to my best friend in the same day. that sucked.

Christmas is coming up. (weird). I'm trying to remember how many times we've been out of work over the Holidays. we've done it before. experts.

Thanksgiving. that is joy. time to spend with Vrazos and extended Vrazos and other People that aren't Vrazos but are okay too. it'll be good times.

as always God is great. he makes me thankful for little things like Ponytails.

November

Like a child

Jars of clay sings truth.

Dear God, surround me as I speak,
The bridges that I walk across are weak
Frustrations fill the void that I can't solely bear
Dear God, don't let me fall apart,
You've held me close to you
I have turned away and searched for answers I can't understand

They say that I can move the mountains
And send them falling to the sea
They say that I can walk on water
If I would follow and believe
With faith like a child

Sometimes, when I feel miles away
And my eyes can't see your face
I wonder if I've grown to lose the recklessness
I walked in light of you

They say that love can heal the broken
They say that hope can make you see
They say that faith can find a Savior
If you would follow and believe
With faith like a child

"my days go on and on without you here, without you here."

truly though, the days and weeks are melting by.
this past week has made itself into hard rock week. I hate hard rock. but somehow it just *shrug* works.

"If they are broken
we will teach them,
If they are broken
we will hold them,
If they are broken
we will keep them"

Piney Woods is golden! can't keep my adrenalin down for long...

some truths crept out of their dark holes and showed their ugly faces this month. Truths I've always known have been there, but if they're hidden I can so easily pretend they don't exist. now that they're out and about I have to acknowledge them. this requires grace, on my end and His. Grace to me, grace from me. good thing He's not stingy with the stuff...

And God is able to make all grace abound toward you;
that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound to every good work
2 Corinthians 9:8

Grace and peace.

Grace be to you and peace from God our Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ.
2 Corinthians 1:2

tomorrow I leave...

Hello Seattle, I am an old lighthouse
Throwing beams of bright lights
Red in the morning, blue in the evening sun
Taking heed for everyone
- owl city

understandably, this song has been stuck in my head for 2 weeks now.

this week

was so bad it made me cry.

I held out for a good long time before I gave in.

'So I crawl underneath my blanket
Where I can hide away
I know I can't take it
'Cause I see now
It's just one of those days'
- Radin.

this weight is killing me, not all explained. I know what it's *not*.

anybody got emotional baggage?! Camel Mercy here, just pile it on, wouldn't make a difference no how.

next week has to get better. I'm leaving.
to Seattle with only literal baggage and none of this metaphorical stuff.
this will be good.

God is great. always.

I love this boy and he is my friend.

epic weekend: September.

weekend started with a goodbye hug and a car trip and ended with a goodbye hug (or dozen) and a car trip. weird how that works.
somewhere in the middle of that weekend I watched my little sister get her chin stitched up in someone's bedroom, on someone's bed by a man who didn't know her name but I knew loved her.

I danced, I laughed, I sang and I praised alongside the people I know as my Icons; the people I love.
God is great.
now for Monday...

its hot.

The sun hangs on a string from the sky,
the days go by like cars on the streets.
I like to see the birds fly high;
I love to see the moons repeats;
the ladybug learns to flirt.


The wind carries the smell of future on its back;
the grass takes on colours of earth.
I like to see the squirrel pack,
I love to smell the clouds give birth;
the stars close their eyes.

The feeling of falling comes over the trees,
the leaves from their homes depart.
I like to hear the chickadee cry,
I love to feel the beat of your heart
and the breathing of your air.

"birdseed!" demands the cardinal's strain,
the snow is happy like me.
I like to feel the wind's cold in my veins,
I love your face to see
and your hand to hold on cold days.