enjoy

these verses have given me hope through the hard times.

"A father to the fatherless,
defender to the widows, is
God in his holy dwelling.
God sets the lonely in families,
He leads forth the prisoners with singing."

psalm 68:5-6

today I was reading scripture on my back porch...listening to birds and insects. you are so creative, god. thank you for giving me this place to enjoy, for that I will be joyful! you are so evident in creation to me. you provide in so many ways. even when my father wasn't Abba was. You are sooooooo good Lord.

---fun fact...snails can sleep for three years

Harlot Bride

dark but lovely
through my shadows you shine
you call me yours but your Love I denied
I am the Harlot
that You call a bride

(excerpt from one of my latest song/poems)

Life isn't always fair. People don't always get what they deserve. I sure haven't... instead I got grace. I am ever thankful for it. It has birthed freedom in me that I wouldn't have known otherwise. Free to do as I please, and yet, all I yearn to do is praise you. with my life. with my time. with me lips. with every fiber of me. Thank you.

Broken and Lovely

Been thinking about this thing we call brokenness lately. I've heard that if I bring all my stuff, all my bad habits, all my sin, the ugliest things going on in my life and lay them at the feet of my savior ... all is forgiven. Everything made new. My slate is wiped clean and I am transformed and restored because of grace.

What they don't tell you in Sunday school is that broken feeling that leads you to your knees at his feet, doesn't just leave. I became a christian my junior year in higschool. I am still broken by some of decisions I made before I surrendered my life to my Father. You might say, "But, you aren't who you were anymore." I don't agree. I am. I am filthy, unclean and undeserving of the mercy my Abba pours out over me. I never want to forget how incredibly loving Jesus is, for in my wrongs and shortcomings, he still loved me, and loves me still today..no less, no more.


The blessing of brokenness is undeniable. It was the brokenness of the the sinful woman that allowed her to pour her perfume out on Jesus' feet and bathe them with her tears and hair. It is brokenness that reminds me the destructiveness of my sin. It is brokenness that allows me to cry out and recognize, not by my strength... but His. Brokenness allows me to never develop a prideful heart when speaking with others... I am not better than anyone else, no matter race, creed, circumstance, or their shortcomings. And most importantly it is Jesus' body BROKEN before us that allows me to live in Him.

The incredible things about it all is in our brokeness, god still thinks we are lovely in His sight.

No matter what you've done.

No matter what you continue to do.

No matter who you have hurt.

No matter the promises you broke.

No matter the lies you have told.

No matter how filthy you feel.

You are simply lovely in his sight. One of the best pictures I have seen about this concept of brokenness, is in this song called "Your Heart is Broken" by Bradley Hathaway. Have a listen. And yep, that's me on the right of him. The song has quickly become an anthem for me and a few people I know.

glad i didn't die before i met you

can't sleep, but also cannot think in complete thoughts...so here goes.

mewithoutyou was incredible on tuesday.

made a couple new friends downtown named David and Sirdaddy.:)

learned its a really great idea to carry peanut butter and jelly in my pack with a loaf of broad. you know, just in case.

house church has been wonderful, and im loving my d-group.

thinking of selling my car and saving for a tour van.(my mom does not think this is a good idea)

can't beleive im moving to colorado in like two months.

if you are having a bad day, watch this... actually just watch this anyway. it was my jam freshman year, and still makes me smile :o)

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I want to learn how to knit. So that when you get cold I can knit you a new pair of socks and a beautiful scarf. I want to learn how to bake a pie from scratch. So that every holiday, I can bring you my special dessert. I want to know where the prettiest flowers bloom. So I can put a bouquet together for you. I wish I knew of all your dreams. So I can encourage you along the way. I wish for you.

"Do not arouse or awaken lov until it so desires" - Song of solomon.

fight for me.

Here and Now

I am what you might call one that hopes. I hope for world peace, for releasing of those in the sex trade, and the empowerment of those whose home is on the streets. Single mothers, and men struggling with addictions... I hope for them to overcome. I hope for those in poverty, and those stricken with sickness. I hope for the beaten down and abused, the mistreated, the defeated. I hope for the lonely and the unsatisfied.



I am just one woman. I know that I cannot make all things right or make sense. I have tried with zeal to bring justice to a handful of causes. I have failed over and over.

I moved to Atlanta with the big idea of stopping child sex-traficking here. Moved to Portland to love on the homeless youth that fill the streets.



Humbly, I say this... It's not about the good I have done or the causes I have fought for- or an ambiguous idea I have for the world and the people in it I haven't met. I have realized that it's about loving in my immediate sphere of influence. It's about looking at my father, who has let me down time and time again, and saying I love you, I forgive you. It's about respecting my step-father's Jewish beliefs even though we don't always see eye to eye. Its about listening, really listening to my friends. It's about all those people that dismiss and walk by so easily everday, while I proudly sport my Toms shoes for a child I have never met.

i want to love, not just the people I don't know, but the ones I do. The ones that I know all the crap they have done, all their dreams, and all their talents...here and now.

really, it just ain't about me.