stories

we all have a story. we all have an opportunity to be apart of history... these ones touch my heart

This is Tom. The baby of the family. The warm little centre. Strong and independant, and knowlegeable beyond his years. The cheeky smile that makes you laugh when you’re not supposed to. If he could he would stay up all night dancing.

He has Muscular Dystrophy, every day he gets weaker and more dependant. I can see his frustration and I can feel all the fear, but his joy is overwhelming, full of laughter and hope. We have hope.

“I always knew you in your mothers arms I have called you son

rest in my arms, sleep in my bed, there is a design to what I did and said.”

The joy and fight in this little boy is contagious. His mom is pretty inspiring too, can't imagine the patience and strength.

Sydney got her hair cut. She’s been growing her hair out for about two years so that she could have it cut and then donate it to Pantene Beautiful Lengths, so that it could be used to make a wig and given to cancer patients.

She’s looks so cute with her little bob haircut. The last time it was this short was in 2007. Sydney likes it, but she said she misses her long hair and that the lady at the salon cut too much.

This little girl has no idea the impact she is making on someone life, in her town, in the world. She is precious.

for these moments...

are when i meet jesus

here is me

em*pa*thy

noun;

the ability to understand and share the feelings of another

there are so many things left unsaid. feelings not shared. pain not expressed.

ever since he touched me... inappropriately of course. my ability to share and understand the feelings of others has overwhelmingly become the cries of my heart.

there are days I want to go back to that blonde freckled little girl and relive every touch... every kiss. insane. probability is high. but I felt. everything.

When I get really afraid I come to you in trust. psalm 56:3. I’ll be with you. I won’t give up on you; I won’t leave you.making sure you practice everything written in it... Then you’ll get where you’re going; then you’ll succeed. joshua 1. He has sent me to comfort the brokenhearted,captives will be released and prisoners will be freed, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, praise instead of despair. isaiah 61 Then your salvation will come like the dawn,and your wounds will quickly heal.your godliness will lead you forward, and the glory of the Lord will protect you from behind. isaiah 58 Fear not; you will no longer live in shame. don't be afraid; there is no more disgrace for you.you will no longer remember the shame of your youth.isaiah 54

love.

dandelions

my life depends on it

loving, because my life depends on it.

1 Peter 4:8: "Most of all, Love each other as if your life depended on it. Love makes up for practically anything."

I want my life to depend on love. I want to love people and love God as my life depends on it. Like I depend on the air to fill my lungs and food to nourish my body... I want my heart and soul to depend on love. So without it, my heart would be empty, hard, lifeless... and my soul: dried up, deserted, weak. We are blessed with the greatest love of all, the love of a savior. I put my life on that love. This kind of love has no boundaries.

flowers

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" 1804

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

~William Wordsworth

The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size. - Gertrude S. Wister

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair... - Susan Polis Shutz

Happiness held is the seed, Happiness shared is the flower. - John Harrigan

And the day came when the risk it took to remain tightly closed in a bud, was more painful than the risk it took to BLOOM. - Anais Nin

gravity

Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.

You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.

Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.
But you're on to me and all over me.

You loved me 'cause I'm fragile.
When I thought that I was strong.
But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.

I live here on my knees as I try to make you see that you're everything I think I need here on the ground.
But you're neither friend nor foe though I can't seem to let you go.
The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down
You're on to me, on to me, and all over...
Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.