Birds are chirping out my window, somewhere in the split-wide blue sky.
Spring is coming. The light lingers, air holds hope of warmth in weeks to come.
I have learned to wait through the winter, watching for signs of more welcoming weather.
I have learned patience, and also how impatient I really am.
Life should be enough. Breath, beautiful enough.
I have learned to be content. But is it wrong to want more?
Life in full; overflowing, rich in experience.
Is it wrong to want?
He has promised life in abundance; what was given through a life lived true and perfect.
Is it wrong to hold out my hands and ask for more?
Wrong for my soul to speak and ask for revival?
Peace. All I want is peace to know there is goodness within my grasp.
People are strolling the street, ducking in and out of shops, stopping for homemade bread and chocolate.
This town has its charm, albeit reminiscent of the dark mystery of Stepford Wives.
Lord, I want to break free.
Come alive, dig deep beneath surface and find a way to align my hope with what’s in the world.
Piece together my passion, explore what makes me curious. Connect the dots.
Lord, I want to be obedient.
Follow where I am needed, walk the way woven together for me.
Spring is coming. But where are the buds that should shoot forth from my heart?
Is it wrong to ask for more? For my heart to come alive?
Come alive, heart. Please God, find a way.
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