Broken

"What if your blessings come through rain drops,
What if Your healing comes through tears,
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near,
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise"

My heart has been broken. It breaks for those who heard about the 'Jesus Rain Drops' but never felt them. It breaks for those who hid, afraid of condemnation. It breaks for those who were turned away. 

We are told to not to conform to the ways of the world (Romans 12:2), but as soon as those words come out of our mouths we become hypocrites. There are obvious things that we are not supposed to do as they are of the world -lie, cheat, drink excessively, take drugs, have sex before marriage, etc- but what about the areas of the world that are not so black and white -or rather, visible? 

Charles Spurgeon said, "Discernment is not simply a matter of telling the difference between what is right and wrong; rather it is the difference between right and almost right." 

Often, we as Christians pride ourselves on not being of the world because we have rid ourselves of the visible alterations caused by the world. From the outside we look "good" but what about the inside? What about our attitude towards the world? Do we think we are above it? If so, this not only comes in conflict with God's commandment of making disciples throughout all the world (And he said to them, "Go into all the world and proclaim the gospel to the whole creation. Mark 16:15), but it also can affect other Christians around us through how we treat them. 

Do we want hiding and hurting hearts, caused by us, among our brothers and sisters in Christ? Do we turn them away at the door because of the trials and burdens they carry?

Are these actions brought on by the love of Christ in our lives or by the world which we continue to carry in our hearts?

Dear Four Story Wood House,

 You are large, not small. You are wood, not brick. My childhood has mostly been spent on the third floor. My bedroom walls were white -left blank for the imagination- until I decided that I wanted to live in the clouds. Blue. The carpet is gray. Long and soft. It was the same throughout the house, except for the deep magenta in my parents room. Wallpaper lined the walls throughout the living room and kitchen. Now the wallpaper has left is for good. Replaced by sunny days. Always full of books, enough books to fill a library. Memories will always line your walls and fill your holes and cracks.

One of My Favorite Things...

One of my favorite things is spending time with my family, with laughter bouncing off the walls. 
Outside my window a woodpecker pecks on the side of the house. 
I am thinking about how I am undeserving of His grace. 
From the kitchen comes food from love touched hands. 
I am wearing beauty on my sleeve to hide my imperfection. 
I am reading ten books about Theodore Roosevelt, all telling the same stories ten different ways. 
I am hearing my cat scratching at the door. 
I am hoping for lifelong friends. 
Around the room books are everywhere. 
I am going to be okay, because God is good. 
I am thankful for the unconditional love my parents have given me. 

Sunshine Days

"The singing and the songs we sang told something about the times in which we lived. It had always felt like the hamlet and all it stood for must last forever. But change did come... in the fields and across the whole of the country. It was called "progress". But those old ways live forever in the human heart."

Light

Hush falls.


Lights blind.


A pause is a decade gone by. 


The trill and the noise.


Rush come.


The beginning has come and gone,


Leaving an impression. 

Rain, Dancing, and Listening to the breeze

"I'm singing in the rain

Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
I walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
Just singin',
Singin' in the rain!"

Don't you want to do that? Let go of your troubles and sing in the rain? 

Release the clouds of thunder that weigh your shoulders down, let go of the weight of the world. 

 

Let the water cleanse you. Let it replenish you. 

11. Dancing in the rain

12. Library books

13. Pearls

14. Cool fresh air

15. Dollhouses

16. Croaking pianos

17. Buttons.

18. Bees

19. Chalk

20. Boots

Joy

Joy in the morning,
Joy at night,
Joy found in every delight.

What is joy? 
 It is delight. It is happiness. 

 Joy, delight, and happiness are all strung together by love. The root of all of those is love. 











1. Cold, crisp mornings.
2. A child's prayer.
3.The calm after a storm.
4. Clear blue skies.
5. Laughter in the air.
6. Fluffy kittens.
7. Sunsets.
8. Spring sounds in the air.
9. Creamy butter.
10. Wild flowers.