S T O R Y T I M E | I almost dropped out the day before senior year started, ready to give in and stop fighting, until a phrase from chapel changed all of that. To say it's been a crazy start to senior year is an understatement, but I'm so grateful I'm still here. The joy of watching God fill the cracked places of my heart with light, remind me of who He is, and seeing how He's unfolding this story with favorite experiences and some of the best memories of college years yet is unparalleled. I wrote about it all today (link in my bio 🔝), and it's a story that will stick with me for years to come. So whatever it is you're facing friends, don't stop fighting. God is at work in more ways than you can imagine.
A L W A Y S M O R E | This season in life has been hard, the roughest I’ve had to live through. There are things I’ve experienced that I never expected or imagined I would. The sudden loss of my sweet mom, the change of plans of a dream internship + chance to study abroad, and other things. The turbulent nature, the shifting of directions and the constant uncertainty have become something I've gotten used to, in a way. But still as I'm trying to fight the brokenness and keep looking for the light, it's been overwhelming.
This past week on the six month anniversary of my mom going home to be with Jesus, I wrote these words on my wrist. A visible way to remember that I cannot do this. I can't change it, control it, process it, live through it, and carry it on my own. But the One who is able to do always more than we can imagine is working within.
______________________________________________Writing this story with purpose and beauty as a part of a far greater story. Turning the pain into a canvas of His grace on display. Turning shattered pieces into art and making the scattered whole. Bringing peace in the wild, inside-out force of the storm. Healing my soul in the deepest ways so that I can enter in to others stories again the way I was made to. Revealing to my heart the depth of His eternal character. Rooting + grounding me in His love throughout all the transitions.
______________________________________________And so I may not have it all together. But I am learning with every sunrise and moment of grief that there is always more in Christ, and that's where my hope dwells.
S T A Y. your story is far from over. the beginnings, the endings, the mess of the beauty in-between it all.
there is still purpose to my days here. I am made for something. I am made to stay.
S T A Y. you were made for the once in a lifetime right now. to be saturated in all that surrounds you. a visible reminder to us all that the world is still turning, that something is still happening here, that there is a hope stronger than our own.
we were made for sharing stories, for conversations and sparks of connection. for laughter over donuts and pictures captured in candid moments. for souvenirs of songs filling souls + late night epiphanies + sunset walks + those moments of "me too" + celebrating the joys & mourning sorrows together. S T A Y. #nspw17
#IWasMadeFor | i was made for capturing stories with way too many words + writing down the rich bittersweetness of days, for holding babies + finding joy in their smiles, for dancing to music + feeling the lyrics and rhythms to my core, for dreaming about huge things + learning to live in the present.
______________________________________________ for concerts that make you feel alive + writing songs that reflect that, for belting out twenty one pilots songs + feeling at home in the words of Switchfoot, for capturing photos + chasing the beauty in the everyday, for camp days of sunrises + watching God work through inadequacy that spill into stargazing nights of celebrating His faithfulness.
_____________________________________________ for conversations that are equal parts laughter and tears over way too many cups of coffee, for losing my voice from worship songs + tentative harmonies within them, for showing up for others + being present, for connections made with others + the joys of living in community, for hope + being part of a story greater than my own, for being a living breathing example of grace + displaying His art at work in the most painful seasons.
Images like this make me wanna dust off the old marketing degree, amp up the confidence level a couple of notches, and go for one of my many dreams of being an ambassador for many well known companies.
Cultivating gratitude by keeping lists of what I'm learning + the everyday joys in the most shadow haunted season of life. _______________________________________________ the tearing but healing power of concerts 🎤 • the essential nature of dance parties + late night donut runs 🍩🎉 • the way death changes you + embracing grief is the best thing you can do 💔 • the way I was designed to write, I have to write 📝 • the way ocean waves change you 🌊 ______________________________________________what's on your list? what do you not want to forget in this time of life? more on the blog, link 🔝