Satisfaction often feels beyond my reality, as if maybe I’d have it if I…
And those ellipses lead to nothing fruitful.
all the words matter.
Satisfaction often feels beyond my reality, as if maybe I’d have it if I…
And those ellipses lead to nothing fruitful.
Chatting isn’t idle; it’s informative. It quickly gets to the nuts and bolts, skipping the how-are-you-but-I’m-not-listening fluff and jumping right into what matters as they take stock of life from their perches in the evergreens.
Days off are a little horrible. Just a little. I’ll often have a plan: go to coffee shop, edit writing, buy face wash from Trader Joe’s. And then I’ll sit down and the only thing I want to do is watch a movie which I don’t really want to do. What I really want to…
sometimes…ok, who am i kidding…OFTENtimes it’s really nice to sing together, to join in with hundreds of others who not only know the words and the notes but are singing from an experience with Jesus. last sunday we unintentionally visited the All Souls Church in London. our initial intention was to be audience members in a radio…
she is, for me, a strange friend. quite frankly, i don’t know what to do with her. Justin and i had a really honest talk the other day about music. i realized just how a part of me she really is. i cried at the thought of losing her, of giving up on her. i also realized…
Today I wrote a song. I sat long enough, after wearing out my arms in a new workout, to record some words to some tune that I don’t even remember. And that’s ok. Because I sat. Long enough. That’s what matters most, even more than the song. I made space. When’s the last time you…
i’ve come to really enjoy this song by need to breathe. and now, as i make my way to slumberville, i’m remembering the beauty i’ve recently experienced: girlfriend time a reminder that my man knows me well leaving work before it’s pitch black outside inspiration God’s unconditional love as evidenced by all of the above…