Sort of a rambling here but you know me. I was sitting on my porch this week watching it rain, listening, and it sounded so beautiful. If you love rain like I do, you’re a Pluviophile like me! That’s my new word this week. Anyway, I was sitting there thinking about a dozen things I
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Story in the Glass
The sun is coming through the blinds and she can tell it’s morning. Her head hurts. She lays there trying to open her eyes until eventually she is staring at the ceiling of this room that has become her solace. It is a wreck with stored boxes of an old life scattered everywhere and a
The Dark Road.
The girl who writes these words is a happy girl. I want to spread joy, laughter, and hope as much as I can. And be real. Life was not always joy, laughter, or even hopeful for me, and sharing where I was before versus where I am today… now that’s hope! When I was going
The Suitcase
It’s the first week of January, and as I wake up, it’s still dark outside. I lay in bed thinking how the new year is already a few days old; time is a thief. The house is quiet, and the bed feels so good, but the coffee is calling my name. As I shuffle
Grace is the Thread
You are like a fabric
woven through the years
with threads of joys and triumphs
sewn together with many tears.
The colors don’t always match,
some bright, some dark, some deep,
together though, they blend and hold,
as your memories they keep.
I never believed in fairytales.
I often wake up and have dreams come to mind that I need to get on paper. One night last week, I dreamt this phrase over and over and woke up hearing it, “I never believed in fairytales.” I lay there so confused and then asked myself, “Did I ever believe in them?” As the
And suddenly.
We all go through really tough things, maybe you’re going through something now. It can be suffocating. We wake up wondering how we’ll get through the day, we feel broken, we wonder how to even put one step in front of the other. Tears won’t stop or rarely take breaks and it feels like the
Longing to smile.
I wrote this at one of the darkest times in my life a few years ago. I felt so lost, lonely, and empty. It is hard to explain to someone who hasn’t been there like trying to explain the color of the sky to a person who has never seen. While this is not me
Beautiful butterfly.
Do you wake up with people on your heart? I do and some days the list is short and others so long it is painful. Maybe as you read this, someone comes to mind, someone who is hurting and you feel so helpless. I woke up with this on my heart this morning and as
Those Darn Daffodils.
So I want to tell you about something that happened a while back. As I type it, it seems silly today, but at the time it was a big deal for me. My sweetheart and I have a crazy story, go figure. Some of you know parts of it, none of you know all of
The Person in the Pew.
If I’ve learned one thing (among a thousand) it’s that you never know what that person in the pew is going through on Sunday morning. It may be the person a few rows ahead or a few rows back, it may be the person just to your left. It doesn’t matter, many people walk through
Outside looking in.
While I want so desperately for this to be a positive space all the time, life just isn’t like that. Things happen, not always good things, but they make us who we are, right? And if you’re like me, memories can be triggered in an instant that remind us of times that maybe we want
