faith

sometimes asking for help is the strongest form of faith. for it is with the leap that our wings are tested, and soar regardless of the winds. faith is knowing that even if you land, it was needed, and you will fly again.

my horizon is my hope

i can hear the rumbles, but it cannot scare me away this time. i feel the mist, and yet, i am not affected. nothing can stop this exhilaration of hope. i am able to do hard things through one person here, & the Greatest One Ever. me, & Him. with work & FAITH. He has

gooey s’mores

i don’t know if it is the perfectly perfect little thumbnail picture that we choose. which statuses we “like”.  who we “follow”. or the idea that somehow beyond the visual pixels and colors and music, that these people, be it a blogger, or fellow “pinner”, or a coworker’s jealous-inducing status updates on facebook, that make

stitching love

Recently, I have realized I have several of these, one of which is this one, which is the catalyst for my words below. Some of us need it for warmth.  To wrap it around ourselves, and know that we are covered in its whole.  We are cold from everyone’s expectations. Including our own. Some of us

the breath of freedom

the curtains take in deep breaths, as if they know i need to. the hum of the day, the dusk settling in, my lap warmed by the addictive portal. i speak of kindness, of loving your neighbor, but it is more than that. we must love our words too. protect them fiercely, know that they

genesis in the blossoms

the long winter has warmed. our sweet Spring has stored her winter blanket for anew. the brown, crisp grasses have given way to new growth.  green hope. this life is meant for twirling your skirt in the sun, and recovering the roots of spirit, with dirty fingertips. i embrace this time with a straw hat,

beckon to the ivory arch

what will heaven look like? what will be revealed? what songs will envelope our tear free hugs of zeal? when the sun of life is setting, sprinkling grace along each day, when will we remember, that heaven is the only way? when the bluebird song is whispered, when the angels lead our march, when the

blueprint :: the Kitchens

:: the idea man :: my papa was a builder.  brick by brick he planned the great structures he would erect in the metro detroit area.  he and his brothers became known for their quality of workmanship.  they have a few local Detroit landmarks from their years with the DMKitchen Building Co. but, in my

grace for the winged ones

CRACK! the poor bird smacks its beak into the window.  CRACK!  again.  why won’t that teeny thing just open it’s eyes?  why won’t it look?  doesn’t it see what’s right in front of it? it is never about me.  nor should it be.  but, even though sometimes it hurts,  i am the pane that God

{insert your excuse here: mine was fear}

to mankind, i may never be enough, but in God’s eyes, i always am. YES! i struggle with jealousy. with fear. with comparison.  bummer. i also struggle with too much i. but, if you are a human being (pretty sure this means you), so do you.  yay, we’re in this together! so, when i was