There's a disconnect between who I am, and who you've made me to be. I try to pay for my freedom - but your sacrifice has already made me free.
the river flows where no one knows, except the river’s maker. a traveler walks along its shores, convinced to go wherever it will take her.
i've seen all that i am through the eyes of a Savior. not a burden or a bother --- but a daughter, highly favored.
in due time, i will uncover the purpose i was made to discover. but for now, i'll stay hidden under the covers --- pretending that the world is kind.
i think i see you now — face to face in time. with eyes of fire, yet kind yearning to stop the madness, to remind — that you’ve already broken the chains that bind.
love slow, sweet one – for there is so much you’ll miss // if you live with no pace – there’s much more to life than this.
I keep a journal, as most 20-somethings do. As someone who writes everything down, I love to look back on them and see both my triumphs and trials. Journals are a place to see growth, a written roadmap through every victory and every loss. I hold them close, as if letting them go would nullify the experience. They are the physical representation of every scar and strength I have.