I'm moving back into my parents house.

Yep, I'm an adult.

Lovely Unity

I just can't help but love you. I can't.
I can't help but hope for you. Hope so greatly for you.
I know its not all for not, but I'm still scared.
Scared that you'll run away; that you'll not stick around.
I want you to stick around. And not for me, but for you.
You need this. Be fearless, dear friend.
You are loved, dear friend.
You are accepted, dear friend.
And we have hope for you, even if you don't.
& when I'm hopeless, I similarly have people believing for me.
That's what this is. This whole thing.
There's a long journey ahead, but its worthwhile, and you're not alone.

Before figuring out what to believe, figure out what you already believe. Don't be afraid of that. I promise you, it probably wont make much sense; that is okay. Now you have a place to start.

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
-Anais Nin

What always makes me cry most:

The way God loves the people I know. I seriously can’t get over it. I’m overcome when I see how much value He places in them. . That’s the reason I love corporate worship most. Being surrounded by people who need Him, but also are WANTED by Him. All the glory to Jesus!

I literally felt two zits form throughout the duration of that meeting.

My Bride! Do you remember your first love and the feelings you had for me?
Do you remember our long talks and the way that you wept with me?
Do you remember our long walks and the way that you stepped with me?
Do you remember the silence and the way that we’d listen 
to the wonder I created… and you’re eyes used to glisten 
like the stars… 

I’m just kind of wondering where you are…

The times you spend with me are far and in-between – I miss you.
PLEASE! WON’T YOU COME AND MAKE MORE MEMORIES WITH ME?

I’m here with you, be here with me! 
I want to hold you and I want you to see that 
that cross you took up to follow me isn’t dead
and I am not another empty fleeting thing. 

The stone is rolled away and I’m awake and I breathe.
Stick your fingers through my hands if it helps you believe – 
Not my will but Yours through the steps I take with these feet… 
Make this triumph our memory as we sing and we scream:

SURRENDER IS DIFFICULT, BUT
VICTORY IS SO SWEET!

Iron sharpens iron, eh? Who said there wouldn't be shavings littering the table?

I just want to sit for hours, reading in chairs next to one another, sharing tea and the things that intrigue us.

Between last night and tonight have just been my sweet spot! 
My brain has just been dancing between the beautiful conversations that challenged and connected me last night, to hearing the heart and growth process of those God has so beautifully refined this morning, to reading commentaries and working on/writing a paper that is in a teaching format this afternoon.
I love when my brain gets fed! And I love how God made me! 
& to top it off, between those three intellectual experiences were relational experiences that cannot be numbered! I love spending time with my girls, and the people in the Underground, and some of my dear friends! 


:) <—- (that’s all I’m made of right now) 


Now, do I take a nap before work? Or continue to soak things in, extract more thoughts and challenge my brain?

I'm astounded and dumbfounded by how unique God makes each of us.