I feel lovely by the ocean. I think it’s because it symbolizes grace- all of my wrongdoings are washed away. It’s the closest, tangible thing we have to heaven because it’s the closest thing we have to eternity.
I pray for wisdom, not to know my life’s purpose better or to make better decisions, but to better comprehend the magnitude of the love of Christ. All else will eventually follow. (Ephesians 1:17)
Decorate me to be your home.
I want to feel purposeful with these hands and sure these feet are going somewhere…and maybe that’s the curse of the Garden’s labor pains; labor in pain of waiting for a purpose that will never come.
My heart painfully aches today. I can feel its entire weight against my chest and every breath is heavy.
because Your steadfast love is better than life (northwest adventures; spoken poetry; concerts; late night drives; sunrises; pour over coffee; hugs; thunderstorms; painting) my lips will praise You all the days of my life.
May I be like the widow in Luke 21, offering “out of my poverty (humanity) all ( of my passions, my time, my energy, my struggles, my triumphs) I have to live on.”