layer by layer.

Every now and then there are moments where I realize how truly blessed I am to know the people that I do… I recently had the opportunity to see gentleness, patience, and care in the quiet eyes and understanding tone of a dear friend. I’m not sure why this meant the world to me… to know that we have similar stories and outlooks on life; to be able to tell a small tidbit of my current life story and not be criticized or shrugged off nonchalantly; to know that someone was just simply listening.

Sometimes my heart has surreal moments of aching at the thought of my “alone-ness”… to know I have not yet found that one person that wants to walk through life looking at things alongside me and helping me to see the world in a view of selflessness and humility, bringing all glory to God. Yet, these moments are only surreal because in the here and now I know without any doubt that I am not “alone” … and as I journey day-to-day and make mistakes and have selfish attitudes or rude thoughts or lazy actions, bottom line i know that no matter how much i mess up, Christ is still ALL i need… and that… brings me to tears. I’m content in being on my own because I am not my own. I’m content in being alone because it pushes me to seek out Christ alone… above all, beyond all, in place of all.

Besides… there is always sadie.
And she’s an absolute joy.

And I do have some pretty fabulous friends who challenge me to think outside of my usual “box” and remind me of who I am… and (unknown to them) show me even more of who I want to be. I like that. I praise God for being ALL in all… and for blessing me immensely…

not that i have already attained,
or am already perfected;
but i press on…”
[philippians 3:12]

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all this to say, our future is a blank page that we chose to pour ourselves into when God pressed play. / and we’ll drag our pens into these parallel lines to record and to articulate everything we find. / as decades unlace, we’ll pause and carefully trace; our shadows are puddles of ink that our memory saves.

layer by layer, the framework was formed on an epic of paper: we breathe to explore.
fast-forward motion will gracefully show the flickering story that all of our sketches unfold.

before we were born God gently told us the truth, but understanding is something that stops as our bodies bruise. / so we’ll concentrate, constantly rewinding tapes. was the ghost just a glare on the lens that our minds create? / our minds create… when God pressed play.

layer by layer, the framework was formed on an epic of paper: we breathe to explore.
and fast-forward motion will gracefully show the flickering story that all of our sketches unfold…

[ “all this to say” by sleeping at last ]

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