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.