Guitar

One of my favorite past times.
I think if my heart could play it's own music, it'd play the soft picked chords of an acoustic guitar.
Sweet and slow
Fast and rhythmic
Clannging and rushing and rolling
Deep and moving
Quiet and soothing
It'd play a song by a crackly campfire
Or on a sandy beach
On a quiet roof
Under a starry, moonlit sky

Ah guitar I love you so!

Photo Cred: Mackenna Julia

My Mothers Bowl

Tonight I washed my mothers bowl. It started off routinely as ever. I squeezed a bit of soap into it's middle then worked my way outwards. As I turned it over in the sink I noticed the sticker at the bottom of the bowl that read "K Hamann" I smiled, knowing this was how my mother had marked this bowl for herself. It's the same sticker that had been there for forever though recently the edges curled up a bit and the writing was slightly faded. I traced it with my fingers slowly, feeling the slippery surface of the tape. Then I realized, someday when I inherit these pots and pans and dishware, and have my own shelves and cupboards to place them in,  that I'll have to replace the sticker on this particular bowl with a new one, with a new name. It wont be a Hamann bowl any longer, I wont be a Hamann any longer. I felt a bit of sadness fall over me. A twinge of the heart made me feel a little heavier inside. I'm going to miss that name. I"m going to miss my family and the way things have always been. Growing up, though exciting and wonderful,  seems to come at you so fast sometimes.

Worried Shoes

I took off my worried shoes and placed them by the road

I took off my worried shoes, the ones I'd always known

I took off my worried shoes and let the sun just fill my soul

I took off my worried shoes and left them all alone

Inspiration for poem from the song "Worried Shoes" by Karen O. 

The other day I was feeling burdened and tired. I was just done. I was like "Ugh, does the pressure ever stop?" I've been going through a year of constant pressure, constant pushing and pressing and molding. Do I ever get time to breathe? Then God said simply, "Take off your worried shoes and walk with Me." 

So I did just that.

I took off my worried shoes and went for a walk.

Though I'm vulnerable and unprotected I can trust that God won't lead me over any broken glass.

I'm safer here with my worried shoes left on the side of the road and the freedom of bare feet!

God took all the worry and doubt away and told me I could do it. 

The pressure is still here, I don't think it'll be going anywhere for awhile.

But with my worried shoes gone I finally have the freedom to dance.

I have the freedom of joy and mercy, peace and glory all because I decided to give my troubled thoughts to the Lord and trust that His hands could hold me up. 

Barefoot never felt so good :)