Friday, September 28, 2012

There is Calm

A few nights ago I found myself laying in bed,
tears creasing my face as I thought, 
"I don't think I can do this God. I don't know if it's worth it." 
I was worn down
worn out
worn through. 

And then, I was reminded, by my good friend Pastor Teske,
of my healing - 
of my identity, a beloved daughter of God,
who's been rescued and set free {thank you Jesus}. 

So again,
I said a prayer,
to chase out the Lies, the Self Hate, the Oppression,
and asked to be filled with His Love, His Peace, His Security. 

I have just spent the last 24 hours free of any negative thoughts -
no fear,
no anxiety,
no abusive self talk. 

For the first time in a long time,
there is calm. 

Sunday, September 16, 2012

on a farm in Iowa

we went out, for about an hour or so, to "experience iowa" as I said, with a laugh. Although i meant it too, you have go out on the dirt roads and soak in the night air, so full of stars; go and meet the local folk, who will not only show you the bathroom, but insist on standing inside with you

when they ask, he says, "we're like family". and i smile because it's true, even though it's been about 7 years since I last saw the guy. but our moms are best friends from high school and we've been playing together since as early as i can remember. it's one of those friendships that doesn't fade, just sits, suspended

he fills me in on life as we drive back, his face illuminated by the dashboard lights. his voice is lower and his hair is longer and i'm pleasantly surprised to find a man where i once knew a boy

we fall asleep in the living room, just like we're 10 all over again, sinking into couches with puppies curled against our stomachs. we laugh about boys and girls and nothing at all until its three in the morning and we've run out of air

some of my favorite memories have taken place on that farm. i think it's because it's one of the few places left in my life full of good, strong people and unconditional love

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

My heart aches Twice

I didn't even realize it was 9/11 this morning - not until scrolling through Facebook before work. I was wondering why everyone was feeling so patriotic. And then came the photos of the twin towers and that feeling of loss welling up beneath my rib cage.

Everyone talks about where they were that morning, when they first heard, when they first saw. But when I think of September 11th, that memory isn't my first, but my second.

The first is standing in our driveway, early morning dew clinging to our ankles as we watched Bryan ride his new, red scooter. He wore a paper crown and a crooked grin. I always find it ironic the same day tragedy occurred, we were celebrating a life well lived, oblivious of what was to come.

Now, years later, a breaking heart still overshadows a breaking country. Amidst the memories of falling towers, piles of rubble, and grieving disbelief, is Bryan. My heart aches for this country, for what we lost.

But it aches harder for the birthdays left uncelebrated.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

When Overwhelmed, Hug a Tree

Life has been a little ... much
this week - not bad, just a lot. 
A lot of learning new things, 
making plans,
dreaming dreams,
and working hard. 

Today, Mom and I went out scouting photo locations (mini sessions coming up!!), 
I got a haircut,
and spent the afternoon reading Hunger Games. 
Yay weekends! 

Put some beads back in my hair. love. 

senior photo moment?? ... it happens ;) 

 and because I'm a dork. 

Saturday, September 1, 2012

it will be Worth it

After spending most of the day (okay lets be honest, most of the week) 
spewing bitterness and anxiety, 
I came across this: 

Satan has a very loud whisper,
but I am stronger than he knows. 

There is a plan. There is a purpose. 
And I like to think someday I'll get to look back
and see the value in these days.