Somewhere inside me, I’m six. Not the way people say it so they can pretend not to need to be responsible. Not the way people say it to pretend they’re innocent somewhere deep inside them. Not the way anyone says it. There’s a six year old inside of me with large, dark eyes that look … Continue reading Tragedy
Look at me, actually getting to a tag and doing it in good time. Kinsey from Over the Withers ever so kindly tagged me, and I appreciate it muchly. Thank you, Kinsey! Rules Thank the person who nominated youAnswer all the questions down belowPingback to the creator: Ellyn @ allonsythornraxxNominate 5+ bloggers you’d like to know … Continue reading Behind the Blogger Book Tag!
It could only be right that a fractured man could grant fractured glimpses of beauty. He first understood that he would never be the person he had dreamed of being one damp summer night after the carnival he was working for had officially closed. One small boy still stood by him, waiting breathlessly for him … Continue reading Glimpses
When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God! All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His … Continue reading He is Risen; He is Not Here
Having come to an astounding realization yesterday, I decided to do the only responsible thing and issue a PSA. Everyone is welcome. My realization was that people aren't nice to each other, and my PSA is that we should be nicer. I wonder why more people don't think of this. I think most of the … Continue reading A new commandment I give unto you
To be a shooting star In a pitch dark night Giving light from afar Always out of sight If they blink, you’ll be gone Burned up forever Before the coming dawn Just a pale night blur But is it worth it all? On life’s smudged window A tender midnight scrawl By someone who knows A … Continue reading Burn, Little Light
A girl in a ball gown Hair piled atop her head Standing still and quiet On the twirling dance floor Red lips tremble A dark tear slips down Red nails brush white neck Her hands clutch her throat She gasps for breath Music swallows the sound She squeezes tighter Everyone slow dances She’s tired of … Continue reading Would you care to dance?
We Serve Christ. Together.
A peek of the world through the eyes of a young dreamer
Destroying Things Creatively
Living a life for Jesus as a Farm-Girl
Adventures in Awe for the Intellectually Courageous: Philosophical Meditations of a Christian Eagle Scout
and it's lonely inside this mansion
in the far depths a voice cried out
Lost: unable to find one's way. Forgotten: ceased to be remembered. Wandering-alone-taking my imagination for a spin
Where Stories Have a World
Music - Words - Life
Journey before Destination
