i wanted to write down exactly what i felt
but somehow the paper stayed empty and i
could not have described it any better. | mlk
my mind pings between missional theological ideas + handfuls of newly-discovered poetry and worldview essays + the importance of coffee + chocolate. of poverty, loss + pain and the amazing, extraordinary, love of our Father.
i see outrageous joy + hope in the face of incredible loss + fear.
i think, drink, sleep in the language of my past + live among others in one that is slowly beginning to feel less wooden on my tongue.
i have a crush on the sky which holds the stars, moon + sun that are painted each day + night by the one who loves my soul and i get lost in this earth that holds the seas, mountains + cities that i love.
i flip-flop between dreams of being a elegant, stoic picture of grace + simplicity and a bare-foot, starry eyed, girl with leaves in her hair.
i'm a black + white soul with a love for rainbow colors.
i'm a ripped, dog-eared journal who thinks better on a bright, blinking screen.
i live in the red, dirt desert of africa but have an unhealthy love for water + rain.
i'm a hopeless sinner who has been made saved by grace and am now forever called His.
i'm a box of contradictions with a long, winding path of learning ahead of me with an amazing Shepherd to lead me.
