dear april —
iii-vi. you’ve shown how sometimes the highest of highs foreshadows times of brokenness and weakness. moments that cloud my head with pain, that heave my chest with despair. you’ve shown how every death leads towards a resurrection. you gave me just enough strength to endure.
vii. thank you for wonderful conversations in the middle of the unknown. your marvelous hand was over it all, and it’s so beautiful to see. sometimes we just have to look back to see everything lead up to direction. it is in the things of the past that shape us and lead us into everything good and perfect of what’s ahead. and i think that this day might make it into the books of the glorious life ahead. because it sure was an amazing one. dare to dream. dare to pray. dare to believe. ❤
xiii. it’s a weird feeling when you find out someone admires you, not in an inspirational sense, but an infatuated love sense. and it’s a weirder feeling when you don’t feel the same way. but you know, sometimes it takes a gap of separation to see how hindering a person can be, and how some people are just never meant to stay. no matter how strong the infatuation.
xv. thank you for beautiful souls like this one. whose words, saturated with such love, make me cry to no end. whose words are a testament of his faithfulness. so beyond blessed to see his goodness at work.
xvi. the early morning dew, the colored streaks painted across the sky, the birds singing their song, the glimmering peaks of gold shimmering through the flowering trees. every day may not be good, but there is good in every day.
xix. i went from loneliness to pride. awkwardness to enjoyment. it felt so good to talk. to ask questions in a lighthearted manner. and to be open and honest with each other. he’s the best i could ask for.
xx. thank you for heroes of courage, of bravery, and of faith. standing in her home of long ago filled me with a surge of power — that i too could do anything i put my mind to. lakeside views and four hour road-trips… remembering all the stories, all the advice, all the wisdom. i will forever hold this weekend with you in my heart.
xxvi. he met me in my anger. he shouldered my lows with his grace. he replaced my heart of stone with a heart of flesh. he put a new song in my mouth… i won’t be overwhelmed…
xxix. ahhh i consider myself humbled to know such a precious and priceless gem. she is so much more precious to me than i can ever express. her faith inspires me. her joy excites me. her words encourage me. my love for her runs deep, and i miss her ❤
xxx. love poured out this month. it ran deep, and i am blessed. from all the how-are-yous, hand waves, sweet texts from new acquaintances, as well as chats from close ones. they have made me smile, laugh, cry, in all of the bestest ways. and in some of my lowest days, they all remind me to keep my eyes up. this is what love looks like
God, the Master, told the dry bones, “Watch this: I’m bringing the breath of life to you and you’ll come to life. I’ll attach sinews to you, put meat on your bones, cover you with skin, and breathe life into you. You’ll come alive and you’ll realize that I am God!” ez. 37.5_6