"Bless the Lord, O my soul, and let all that's within me shout out..."
After a day of celebrating my father and our unique friendship, i came home and cried out to G O D in anger. Even in the most sacred of moments, it seems my selfish heart could not be thankful for what I had...
Desire is an interesting thing.
I am reading this book about how our superficial desires of the heart and flesh are only representations of our deeper desires for no sin.
For whole hearts.
For G O D.

Driving home-I was honest.
Laying upon the dock-I was honest.
Dreaming and creating with people-I am honest.

welcome to the dream team.

"This is my prayer in the desert
and all that's within me feels dry..."
I sang this song this morning in the Redwoods amongst young souls and Romantics-thankful for that.
Abruptly when I sang this line, I knew that it was not this way for myself-maybe even the antitheses.

The picture that was in my head was a canvas with a saturation of colors on it, and swirling around it while it was levitating above in the air, and i was painting it all.
I do not feel dry at all, but overwhelmed by all of these bright and fantastical colors. so vivid and real-such an answer to prayer.
Overwhelming, but an answer nonetheless.

I have been realizing how much has changed since I graduated from high school.
I come upon finishing my undergraduate in nine months time. insane.

Summer 2009

 Christmas 2011

Just looking at the difference-I just look more tired. bahah!