Tag: joy

still i rise | no. 1

{2018 - there is no fear in love. but perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. the one who fears is not made perfect in love. 1 john 4:18. // why still i rise?} dear january -- i. doom or closed … Continue reading still i rise | no. 1

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slipping by | pt. 12

dear december -- ii. cling on to hope --- you will come out of this stronger. you are okay. it will all be okay. ii. smile fries and "burning the house down"... thank you for joyous moments. and thank you for covering us with Your hand. … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 12

slipping by | pt. 11

(a lot has happened this month... so i apologize in advance for this book. oooops) dear november -- i. lies... and feelings. thoughts. they all mix into a myriad of a tight heaviness - none of which i should be experiencing right now. he was pushing … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 11

slipping by | pt. 7

dear july — ii. we talked about our feelings about the upcoming week. and he leaned over and said -- hey, it's gonna get better. and sitting side by side, my heart felt light. and for a second, i was sure that indeed it would... get … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 7

slipping by | pt. 6

dear june — x. belly laughing until you're gasping for air -- the best kind of nights. xii. i love you... the best three words given and received. xi. he asked me if i was generally happy with my drawing, to which i nodded. he asked, "how … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 6

slipping by | pt. 4

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. … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 4

slipping by | pt. 2

dear february -- xii. i was lost in my worshipping. when she wrapped her arm around me and held me in tight embrace it was a rather pleasant surprise. she rested her head on my shoulder and remained for several minutes. all the while she … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 2