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“Though the fig tree does not blossom, and no fruit is on the vines; though the produce of the olive fails and the fields yield no food; though the flock is cut off from the fold and there is no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD; I will exult in the God of my salvation. GOD, the Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, and makes me tread upon the heights.”

~Habakkuk 3:17-19


Oh sweet spring!

The sun is shining bright. 
I have a basket full of gerber daisies. 
Spring is in the air. 
The grass is looking greener. 
My soul is rejoicing. 
Time to get a dress. 


It is not here yet. This new season. The spring. Although my heart longs for it, my soul is learning yet another important lesson. It is a lesson in finishing the race that is set before me. I need this time. These last days, weeks and months. I will need this for my future. For what I am called to. One day, this season I am in will be but a memory. I hope to make it a good one. 

One step

“A distant sound is hard to hear even a sound as loud as thunder.
A distant heart is full of fear a distant soul has lost its’ wonder.
Sometimes it’s hard to hear Your voice, my God.
Is the reason that You’re whispering because 
You’re one step away?”
-Jason Upton

Square dress

My soul waits. 


In a foreign land. You haven’t heard your native language in weeks. Walking thru the market you  hear what seems to be sweet music to you ears. The English language. You put down the wonderfully odd shaped piece of fruit and rush to meet the sound. You ask them where they are from and they could be from Maine or Arizona or South Dakota but none of that matters because at that moment you are both connected on such a deeper level. Whether they are Mormon or Vegetarian or Republican or a Broncos fan means nothing. The excitement is great. You want to know all about this person and their travels and life and childhood. At least I do. I have found an artist who speaks my language. It feels as though he has read my journals, saw my thoughts and somehow, translated all of that into song. I feel exposed when listening to his work. It feels right and necessary and honest.

God’s got it.

When our gaze is upward, we don’t notice those things that keep us in fear. 
It is just that simple. Eyes on the LORD. 
God’s got it.
God’s got it.
It is in that moment where I take my eyes off the Lord that things get confusing. 
The constant flashes of worry and doubt blind me from the sea of photographers on the shores of the runway. 
I can’t see straight.Eyes on the LORD. 
I don’t know where I am goingEyes on the LORD! 
what if I fall? Eyes on the LORD
what if I fail? Eyes on the LORD!
And just as quickly as my stubborn soul wandered off, it is quickly scooped up again. Waiting…….. Waiting.
God’s got it.
It is once again well with my soul. 

An Epic Story

I am debating whether to make you laugh or ponder…..

Ponder it is-
Is there something in life that you want SO bad. I mean not like you kinda want something but like your heart or belly or closet physically hurts because for whatever reason you will never get it or at least not right now? If you have not ever felt like this then my heart is really sad for you because although it is a hard thing to go thru, it is a beautiful thing to go thru.
It motivates, gets you up in the morning and allows you to dream and think and feel beyond yourself and the mundane life that you may or may not feel trapped in. It makes for a bigger story. Like I said a few sentences ago, it can be a person or Chipotle or a watch.
There are a few of these things that I really want. I am re-reading a book that has drastically changed my perspective on life. Here an excerpt. Just read it:

And I found myself wanting even better stories. And that’s the thing you’ll realize when you organize your life into the structure of story. You’ll get a taste for one story and then want another, and then another, and the stories will build until you’re living a kind of epic of risk and reward, and the whole thing will be molding you into the actual character whose roles you’ve been playing. And once you live a good story, you get a taste for a kind of meaning in life, and you can’t go back to being normal; you can’t go back to meaningless scenes stitched together by the forgettable thread of wasted time. The more practice stories I lived, the more I wanted an epic to climb inside of and see through till its end”-pg155 Donald Miller A Million Miles and a Thousand Years.
I don’t know about you but reading that does something to my soul.  It gets me fired up and ready to dream and live and grow. I want an epic story to be the main character of. There is so much risk involved wanting that. And I am realizing that but accept the challenge. And because I have accepted heart hurts. Because sometimes in a story at the moment the character realizes what great mountain they get to climb, they realize all the pain and effort and time and lonely days it will take to get to the top. Every page is not exciting but remembering that every page gets you or myself one step closer to the end is satisfying for the soul.