11.20.2013

inhale, exhale / gangly deer


i want to breathe in his grace, to bathe in the sweet fragrance of his love for me until the blood which sustains my every muscle is gratitude. until the veins that transport this gratitude is fortified conviction. i want ever deeper roots in the caverns of my heart, roots which will crowd out the cancers of pride and entitlement and self-righteousness. i am his house, and in his presence i will dwell, i will rest, i will wait. i want to exhale all which heals, lifts, soothes, empowers. and one day he will declare the sum of me to be perfect and whole, when i stand in his presence, in his house. i look forward to when i am in his courts. until then i will inhale, i will exhale.

this is a new sweet crazy. no longer like amnesia, more like a surreal dream that is life which surreptitiously and arbitrarily and mischievously offers all kinds of both gifts and broken things. thank you, god, for being the giver of all good things. my bones are strengthening, my heart is becoming eager, my hands are open. may this be my forever posture before a god who did not protect his son from suffering.

sept 2013: baby deer

sidenotes;
nutella hot chocolate on this chilly wednesday afternoon, after sitting in the sun and sharing in silly conversation with e
also i am grateful for mentors who challenge me to grow. because challenge accepted.

q; what's the use of being super sensitive if people around me are not? ugh dumb. feeling dismissed and unvalidated in, what i am presently calling, my "useless" sensitivity. only hurting myself. pls, so dumb. also i'm going to read this later and not even remember what happened, so, lol.