Pick her up and pretend you’re going to throw her in the pool. She’ll scream and fight you, but secretly, she’ll love it. Hold her hand while you talk. Hold her hand when you drive. Just hold her hand. Tell her she looks pretty. Look her in the eyes when you talk to her. Protect her. Tell her stupid jokes. Tickle her, even when she says stop. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Get her mad, then kiss her. Tease her and let her tease you back. Kiss her on the cheek. Kiss her on the forehead. Just kiss her. Let her wear your clothes. Go slow. Don’t push anything. When you fall in love with her, tell her.

I feel like a helpless broken seashell in a huge, vast ocean. My delicate self is being crushed against the rocky shore, and I’m vigorously pushed towards whatever directon the powerful sea pleases. Sometimes I just wish someone would pick me and all of my broken peices up and proclaim me beautiful despite my cracks and impurities. I long for the warmth of being held in a hand instead of this chilling water. I want someone to take me home an repolish my dull shell. I want somebody thats so proud of me, that they’ll want to show me off to everybody they see. Where is this love that I so deeply long for?

As I stand in the cool morning air,

I allow her auspicious breeze to move smoothly past my fingertips and run through my hair.

Her delicate breaths roll across my cheeks,

As if to give me that motherly kiss I’ve longed for weeks.

Her glimmering beams of sunshine give new life to my soul;

They fill the voids of my heart, and again make me whole.

I’m no longer a bird in a cage, but a bird set free.

Not one has made a difference: Not on but she.

Her eternal presence has opened my eyes and changed my life.

It couldn’t have been anyone else but Father Nature’s wife. <3

Somewhere in the world there’s a child that can’t speak.

Be the voice of the broken. Be the voice of the weak. 

No hope for tomorrow, their future is bleak.

Solution, provision, a savior they seek.

The war never slumbers through day and through night.

We raise arms of all nations for the battle we fight.

Through the body of Christ there’s a hope that’s in sight.

Just take hold of Jesus and walk in the light.

Belting just one precious note that the whole world hears, when you usually live life unheard.

Letting whatever you feel, spill out of your being and into the empty air that surrounds you.

Finding a place in this big scary world when you thought you were the odd one out. 

Hearing certain words that change your life forever.

Finding the words to say that you thought you would never be able to explain.

Not giving a care in the world about what people think.

Yes… That indeed is the beauty of music. <3

You’re ugly? You’re fearfully and wonderfully made by a creator that makes all things perfect. You’re worthless? Your life is worth so much that a man was beaten, tortured, and nailed to a cross for you. You’ll never be beautiful? Your heart is overflowing with an abundance of pulchritude, and you can’t let the world’s standards of beauty interfere with God’s ultimate plan for you. You’ll always be alone? You will never be alone, because you have a father that’s everlasting. You’ll never be loved? You are precious in the eyes of the man whose opinion matters the most. 

Even though you may not be able to see clearly through the struggles of life now, know that there is no need to worry because the ultimate battle has already been won for you. You are LOVED so much, and don’t let anyone tell you differently.

I felt out of place as I quietly wept in the beautiful green garden. I wondered how someone with such an ugly heart could be at the center of such pulchritude. “Help me. Somebody please, help,” was all that I could manage to say. As sat I thinking of the wrong things I’d said and done, there was something within me that made me look up. That’s when I saw Him. He stood with His arms open wide and a huge smile on His face. I didn’t understand why He was so accepting to a sinner like me, but I did the only thing I could think to do; I ran. I ran as fast as I could into His outstretched arms.

As I lay in His arms, I caught myself staring at His bright complexion. Even though He was almost painful to look at, there was an odd attraction that kept me gazing in admiration. When I made contact with His skin, it sent buzzes of electricity through my being. It was as if He was recharging me of my lost energy from the time I had spent away from Him. I could feel Him radiating His power and love together as one.

Even though we never spoke words, I felt Him speak to my heart. He told me that He loved me and that I was forgiven of the wrong I’d done. It amazed me to see His willingness to still reach out for me even though I had ignored Him every time He called my name. It was no sooner that I felt His Holy Spirit take my heart and begin to shape and mold it into something new. It dawned on me that there, in His loving arms, is where I belonged.