my untold story

Part of why i blog is the discovery involved.

Not of necessarily outside facts, but rather little nuances or snippets of myself that I learn as I explore when prompted or led.

How much I love to just write was discovered as a part of a creative English class in late high school, in a journal assignment for the semester that we could set up any way we wanted. The only parameter: to write in it 5 days a week.

Mine was a creative experiment, to put it lightly.

Cut outs of images and quotes that caught my eye and my heart.

Tear stained youthful drama written down to release the inner anguish of the moment.

Song lyrics that express what I could not, yet felt I could have written.

My life, in tumblr format, long before it came to be!

Needless to say, my teacher was fascinated by my visual creativity, and encouraged me to keep writing to release not only my emotions and creativity, but to allow the gift of communication to grow.

This blog, and its expression for all its ragged, unshaped, naked earnestness, is my untold story.

Finally being birthed.

It is never too late to create.

Oceans// Hillsong UNITED

Little girl, arise

Such beautiful words.

I pray now, “Spirit, lead me where my trust is without borders. Let me walk upon the water, wherever you would call me. Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander, and my faith will be made stronger in the presence of my Savior.” I am ready to sink in love and grace. I want to be consumed by His power. I may fail, but I will call upon his name to redeem me, and keep me moving forward into eternity.

One of my favorite lines is, “You’ve never failed, and You won’t start now.” There were times where I thought I was alone in this world, and there was nothing else out there. But now as I look back on my life and the paths I’ve taken, there is no way we are here alone. God has led me to where I am today and…

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from under Your wings

I have had a fascination with birds since i was young.

I think it began when as a teen, i read a book that explained how penguin chicks each have a unique song they sing to help them find their parents if they get lost.

Singing from the shadow of my Abba’s wings to me is my safe place.

Doesn’t matter what is going on in my life or the world-

when i worship, it becomes about me looking only at God and singing my heart out for Him.

That is my place of shelter, where i am the most me.

Singing from under my safe and loving Abba’s arms/wings.
I am able to stretch out my wings and soar where He guides me.

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