17 February 2011


Yah...I'm getting old.

Okay, maybe 23 isn't that old, but it sure isn't 16. That was when I first started writing--when I was 16, I mean. And for some reason, that feels like the beginning of all this. Not just my writing, but my life. Anything before that feels kinda...frivolous.
You know, the normal childishness, the hopes and dreams I once had; they feel kind of trivial now. Maybe because they were childish. Maybe because I know what I want to do now. And maybe because I know my reason to live.

And as I sit outside on my porch and stare up at the late winter stars and the full moon (thank You, God) with the early spring wind teasing my hair, I'm reminded of how far I've come. Of how far I've been brought. And I'm not quite sure if the tears that cause the dragon-in-the-moon to blur is from the unexpected brightness, or nostalgia.

For a long time, I felt like I didn't belong anywhere, like I...couldn't find that special niche meant just for me. And as I grew older, it didn't feel like it was getting any easier. It wasn't until I started my freshman year of college that I began to feel the inklings of what may be my reason.


And even though the road hasn't been easy and some choices weren't so black and white, I feel as though I was never alone. My family and friends were always with me, cheering me on. My King led me every step of the way.

So, now, at 23, I feel as though I can honestly say that I know why I'm here. Yes, sometimes, I may waver, and even stumble; but the knowledge that I have my purpose, gives me the strength to go on.

"If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world." ~C.S. Lewis

14 February 2011

Happy Valentine's, my love...

On this beautiful, windy day, I thought of you. Though the spring still "clings to pale Winter's chill" I find my heart warmed by the very thought of you. Of us. And though many miles stretch between you and I, I find you near to me in my heart.

Happy Valentine's Day, my love.

I remember the night that I told you I love you.

Oh, my heart was beating so fast,

like a moth struggling to reach the flame,

which as it does,

is consumed by its desire.

And just as the moth falls into the flame,

I fell--

helpless and willing--

into your eyes.

Love always,


P.S. I love you.

02 February 2011

Hidden Worship...

The wind breathes through the grass,
rustling, whispering, telling tales yet unheard.
Yet, I hear this ethereal voice,
capturing the worship hidden within.
Scotland, Jim Richardson