Christmastime is tricky. It feels weird since we lost him. And when I say we, I mean some of us. It’s divided. Our family can sit together, all in the same room, and for some it’s an overwhelming sense of happiness. But for others, it’s a time where scars are torn open and memories swell. Aching, tugging memories. Christmastime goes with words unsaid. Everyone’s thinking...
There’s something wildly poetic about curling up with a book in a cozy, dimly lit room with candles lit. I love being home.
If I don’t say this now I will surely break As I’m leaving the...– The Fray
Ever wanna jump out of your skin?
Taking my second full day of winter break to learn the party rock anthem dance? Me? Pshhh never, that’s so silly…
Anonymous asked: tooooo cute, yes you are.
Pain, God’s megaphone, can drive me away from Him. I can hate God for allowing...– Philip Yancey, from “Where is God When it Hurts?” (via hepiirto)
the3rdnehemiah asked: I know this may be weird, but your posts mean so much more to me now that I've met you! I'll be praying for you and your trip!
My heart is just so overwhelmed with joy. I’m home from college for Christmas, God is good, my friends and family are lovely, and things seem to be coming together for my mission trip to South Africa in just under two weeks. This semester has been the most stressful, challenging, difficult and draining four months I’ve ever experienced, but the Lord has done so much in my heart...