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Kevin // Part Four

i am constantly having to remind myself that Kevin is not defined by the fact that he is an orphan. Knowing and loving that little Guatemala has taught me a lot about what God has rescued us out of by making us a part of His family, and i am so thankful for that. i am praying that one day Kevin will get to tangibly understand what it means not to be an orphan anymore. i want him to have a last name and a room to himself and so much more, because he deserves it. He is a punk, but i love him because God loves all of the punks in the whole world.

Kevin // Part Four

The Truth About Self Love

The problem with being a writer is that moments of inspiration come at beautifully inconvenient times. Like right now. It's 8am in the middle of the week. i'm listening to great music and sitting in a coffee shop by the window and the sun is shining in a delicately perfect way. This room smells like pan dulce, which makes me think of the days i spent walking the streets of Guatemala. My coffee is too hot to drink and the test i'm supposed to be studying for is too soon. However i will continue in my never-failing pattern of being a poor student and take this lighting and that smell for what it's worth. This moment is too beautiful to spend it studying. 

The Truth About Self Love

We Can't Stay the Same

A year ago, i prayed, "i want you to change me and i want to feel changed."

Today, i am laughing at myself.

Today, i have been changed and i definitely feel changed. 

We Can't Stay the Same

Within Silence, Peace Awaits

i find that silence is a full thing. It is the absence of noise, but it is the opportunity for much more. It is the opportunity to think, loudly and boldly without anything else hindering what your mind wants to say. It is the opportunity to observe the world within its stillness. Silence opens the door for us to simply be. Silence is full. 

Within Silence, Peace Awaits

Steal, Kill, & Destroy

On Sunday night, my car was broken into. The smashed my right rear window and took everything in my backseat. My backseat was full of stuff. It could have been called a thief's dream. They certainly saw it that way. With them, they took thousands of dollars of things. They left me with a Beyoncé card, a cold piece of pizza, and a lot of broken glass.

Steal, Kill, & Destroy

A Letter to December

Hello again. i've been expecting you. i know that you were waiting with patient, open arms for me to fall into you like i always have. We have such a familiar dance, you and i. You show up, your cloudy blue skies and dark afternoons and you romance me. You tempt me, telling me to let you in and let you win. You want so desperately to have me. You beg! Your spend your nights begging me to walk into the darkness, to let the wave crash over me and drown me. You want to swallow my joy, my confidence, my everything. You are hungry for everything that gives me the drive to get out of bed, hungry for anyone who could make me smile. You try with everything you have, with every minute of your every day to draw me into you.

A Letter to December