Jones Soda

I am craving some Jones Soda right about now.

Every Morning Sunrise

"Every morning sunrise says I'm madly in love with you."

Thank you Lord, thank you.

I Is Tired

I worked on my Senior Thesis for  seven hours today.

yeah...

Dream

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Whenever I hear this quote I always think of a kind of childlike dreaming. A faith that anything is possible.

Love

This is a very different post from the ones I usually write.

I'm feeling very broken right now. I saw this post from a person I was very close friends with in my past and I just, just sobbed. I am shaking, aching from the compassion I am feeling right now. All I want to do is run somewhere and find a place to be alone. You know when your heart just breaks for the people you love, you feel sick and that lump begins to build in your throat and its like you can't take in a breath. I, I don't know what to say. 


I am reminded suddenly of a verse from a great song, " Orphans Song "


We are the orphan boys
And the forgotten girls
We are lost and far from home
We are the Fatherless
Born of dust and nothingness
We are lost and far from home


But there is no love like Yours in all the world
There is no love like Yours in the universe
There is no love that heals my broken heart
There is no love like Yours at all


LOVE 


I think I am being saturated with love. I think God is going to saturate this generation with love. After all what can heal a broken spirit?  What can break the bonds that tie destinies to the ground? Love is the only source for this restoration. The kind of true, pure spring that only flows from God. Orphan Boys and Forgotten Girls prepare to be completely soaked.


LET IT RAIN
OPEN THE FLOODGATES OF HEAVEN
LET IT RAIN

Heart Smiles #2

Going to the register and finding out that what you grabbed is even more on sale then you realized!

The pants I originally thought were 25 bucks turned out to be 15!

Surprising Sales you make my heart (and my wallet) smile :)

Between The Branches

On Terry street there was a fig tree that grew over our porch. I used to always sit there when I needed to be alone. This picture reminds me alot of those times up between the branches. Away from it all. In fact I feel a poem coming on.

There’s always something more between

The branches of an elder tree

A place to rest a weary soul

When things begin to take their tole

A lovely place to catch a breath

To be alone at quiet rest

Forgotten sounds that reach me here

The gentle thrum of nature’s gears

Come breezy wind to kiss my face

Enter softly in this place

Then bursting with fantastic light

The flashing hue of orange bright

I see it is the rising sun

A warmth it breathes into my lungs

Reminding me of who I am

A daughter placed in mighty hands

Perched beyond those doubtful fears

The ones that whisper in my ears

They cannot reach me when I climb

Between the branches intertwined

Such perfect peace I’ve finally found

In my garden above the ground

Hope

"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all..." Emily Dickinson