I’ve learned that some people will enter your garden just to step on all your flowers.. but I have also learned that some people will step gently into your garden and plant flowers alongside me, gently embroidering seeds into my soul.

That means that I'm learning to love these bones, this body, this mystery. I am embracing the unknown of this soul, I'm learning every detail and every ounce of this body until I know my soul wholly.

I will learn that God gave me this body to take care of not to hate.

 "Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. " - Van 

Pursuing me in so many valleys. You have found me, I have found You. I want to be wholly in surrender.

1. Quit blaming yourself for the way someone chose to hurt you.

I am bent, and a whole lot broken. But I am here. Breathing. Living.

i have come with a heavy heart..

Stay for breaking & healing. The wounds will mend. 

the light that overcomes the darkness is consuming. 

So I guess this my written surrender. My inked amen and my poetic hallelujah.

A young woman still finding God in everything. Still seeking the mystery. Still growing, still forgiving myself.

On the days when the storm comes and it begins to pour and I freeze where I am. Although I'm shaking to the bone, I cannot move. Because maybe the pouring rain will make me feel something.
On the days when it seems like I can get nothing wrong. When it's one thing after the other.

Like the flowers and the trees I continue to grow upward unfailing to stay in place.

With fear in my voice I called out to you reaching out in utter fear, as soon as I yelled you reached out and pulled me up on the surface without hesitation. I had such doubt in my eyes and still He looked at me with such love despite my actions.

I am finding the art in being myself, and there's still some painting to do.

I will grow my roots alongside the trees. I will call this place my home the dirt in which my roots may grow. I will learn to grow towards the sky learning the importance of the seasons of wilting

Whenever I search; I may stumble, I may feel lost, I may lose my footing but I always find my way back

John 17:16 says, "They are not of the world, just as I am not of the world."

Home is... In your bones, maybe your already home inside of yourself. Home isn't always a place but rather a feeling, a soothing nostalgic memory or a familiar laugh, a distant destination or dream.