sometimes joshua david takes my camera.
last of the long hair.
and i forgot that i posted that instagram photo so there’s two photos of me in a row. OH WELL, YOLO.
HERE’S MY FACE BECAUSE I AM A NARCISSIST.
all of this is dumb rambling blah blah blah.
(and my face hasn’t been on my blog in awhile. and i’m really bored. and also, i put this really terrible picture of myself as my facebook profile picture and it’s one of my most liked fb profile pictures so wtf is up with that?)
oh you know just hanging out in a coffee shop in nashville because mah friends are recording or on a date or doing work or stuff.
nashville has some weird people. i’ve been people watching for the last two hours in this coffee shop, and i just saw a lady with dreads down to her knees, not even joking.
i dyed my hair five weeks ago and it hasn’t faded at all.
macklemore is great.
tumblr is boring.
i really just want the mmtb pledge campaign to be at 100%.
this is the face of someone who should NOT have picked up two extra work shifts this week. #somuchtodo
sometimes i sew hi-low skirts and put purple highlights into my red hair and sometimes i pretend to be a
oh you know, just laying on the kitchen floor and pretending to figure out my life.
with the setting of the sun this evening, and the rising of the sun at dawn, an outrageous claim is made. a claim that there is a God. a claim that this God is Love. that this Love came down to earth, to become Holy God in human flesh, to save humankind. a claim made that we are loved more than we will ever know, but that this love is shown, and that we can take part in it. a crazy, big, irreversible love. one that is patient, kind, never rude, never self-seeking….
and maybe through this claim, through this love, we are invited to walk a better path. we are invited to be a part of a better story, we are invited into a garden of resurrection. we are invited into life after death, but even more outrageous — life before death. we are invited into a better way to live, because the story of Jesus is a story of love and hope. it is a story of holiness and righteousness and goodness. it is walking in community with the Godhead and those created in His image.
what a year it’s been. maybe it’s growing up, maybe it’s growing older, or maybe it’s just letting the love of God finally permeate through me, but it’s been a year that i have learned in. i have come to a place where i have long dreamed of, with human beings that i call close friends. i have come to a place that is more honest than i have ever been. i have come to a place where an occupation i long-wanted is in my hands. i have realized what it is to have to fight for community, and what a blessing it is to hold it in your heart. i am learning. and i know the path that i am on. and i know Whom i belong to. and i know that no matter which direction the paths ahead take, i made the choice today to die. and i know that i am loved. and what life-changing knowledge that is.
and so here we are. Christmas Eve. and Christmas snuck up on me yet again this year. but there is snow falling outside, and there are presents wrapped and ready to be open by the joyful smiles of my incredible family. and tonight i am resting in the hope of Jesus. & my weary heart rejoices, because tomorrow we celebrate a Savior.
be love, because you are His beloved.
be love because Christ is the love in you. be love because Christ meets you where you are but refuses to let you stay there. come as you are, beloved. and let the love of Christ fill you so much that you cannot do anything but be love.
merry Christmas my friends.
thank you for being a part of my story.
and thank you for letting me be a part of yours.
oh holy night, the stars are brightly shining
it is the night of the dear Savior’s birth.
long lay the world in sin and error pining.
till He appeared and the spirit felt its worth.
a thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices,
for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
fall on your knees! oh, hear the angel voices!
oh night divine, the night when Christ was born;
oh night, oh holy night, oh night divine
the King of kings lay thus lowly manger;
in all our trials born to be our friends.
He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,
behold your King! before him lowly bend!
truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
chains He shall break, for the slave is our brother.
and in His name all oppression shall cease.
sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
with all our hearts we praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! then ever, ever praise we,
His power and glory ever more proclaim.
winter night, ghosts & the city lights..