I can measure my life through the weight and depth of my path. Though, light and awkward; I have come to face an empty and fulfilling realization that- I am.
Nature lust, libraries, little mom and pop coffee shops, winter, deep talks, post tock, bon iver, skinny love, poetry, no makeup, moccasins, cameras, love, wonder, skin, worship, and all things nonsensical- which may eliminate the many priors.
God is love, I am his Beloved. He allows me to see nature through the eyes that I do, feel the works of His wonder through the flesh, and go beyond my body to touch what I have no words to convey.
All is grace.
And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
