Category: GOD

the heart of her husband.

An excellent wife who can find?
She is far more precious than jewels.
11 The heart of her husband trusts in her,
and he will have no lack of gain.
12 She does him good, and not harm,
all the days of her life.
13 She seeks wool and flax,
and works with willing hands.
14 She is like the ships of the merchant;
she brings her food from afar.
15 She rises while it is yet night
and provides food for her household
and portions for her maidens.
16 She considers a field and buys it;
with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard.
17 She dresses herself with strength
and makes her arms strong.
18 She perceives that her merchandise is profitable.
Her lamp does not go out at night.
19 She puts her hands to the distaff,
and her hands hold the spindle.
20 She opens her hand to the poor
and reaches out her hands to the needy.
21 She is not afraid of snow for her household,
for all her household are clothed in scarlet.[f]
22 She makes bed coverings for herself;
her clothing is fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is known in the gates
when he sits among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them;
she delivers sashes to the merchant.
25 Strength and dignity are her clothing,
and she laughs at the time to come.
26 She opens her mouth with wisdom,
and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
27 She looks well to the ways of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children rise up and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29 “Many women have done excellently,
but you surpass them all.”
30 Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
31 Give her of the fruit of her hands,
and let her works praise her in the gates.

-proverbs 31:10-31


in the earliest morning.

these days i’ve been usually going to bed at 12:34 a.m. not that i am trying to go to bed at this vain hour, but i am finding it more and more comforting. this hour brings a lot of tears, but more joy. i can’t get the grin off my face.

praying for little trails to be grown over.

late night tacos.

discovering love.

planning for Italy(yes. i just wrote that).

and dreaming of magical things.

one of these days i want to wake up before the sun rises, but mostly right now, i just want to sleep.

God is good.


Psalm 46.

‘God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear though the
earth gives way,
though the mountains be moved into
the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam,
though the mountains tremble at its

There is a river whose streams make glad
the city of God,
the holy habitation of the Most High.
God is in the midst of her,she shall not be
God will help her when morning dawns.
The nations rage, the kingdoms totter;
he utters his voice, the earth melts.
The Lord of hosts is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress.


Come, behold the works of the Lord,
how he has brought desolations on the earth.
He makes wars to cease to the end of the earth;
he breaks the bow and shatters the
he burns the chariots with fire.

“Be still and know that I am God.

I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth!”
The Lord of hosts is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress.


‘Millions of people have thought up millions of ideas that have helped millions of people, and still we are thinking up more ideas.’

Last night I went to bed feeling quite terrible. This morning I woke up inspired with a bunch of new ideas bouncing around in my head. So, I began to try to accomplish these ideas, still sick. Still a bit tired.
I got a new line hanging up in my room. This one holds dried floral bouquets that are dear to my heart, and veils that are waiting to be photographed. I also made two very large, very nice looking loaves of bread. Using my kitchen aid is quite fun, and I didn’t realize how much I missed cooking. Then I made Nat some lunch and drove over to meet him at school. On my drive though, I started to recognize my weary soul and I began to think that maybe I pushed myself over the edge, being sick and all. Nathan so sweetly ate lunch with me , and then walked me to my car, and THEN drove me to the bank so I could get my rent. He is forever the sweetest man. I love him.

I made it home, very wearily though.
Now I am thinking, how many times we do this in our spiritual life? Honestly, a lot of us are very weary. Not because God has used us too much, but because we give and give and give past our point, and we can’t really recognize what our ‘point’ is. Just like this morning, when I woke up with a bunch of cool new ideas, and then halfway through I thought, ‘o no’…we do this same thing with being a Christ follower. Millions of people have thought up millions of ideas that have helped millions of people, and still we are thinking up more ideas. When you are tired, don’t push yourself over the edge. Unless God is specifically telling you to be involved in this and that, take a break. A lot of times we force ourselves to ‘get involved’ when really, Jesus just wants to be involved in our lives. Spend some time cultivating your relationship with Him if you feel drained. He is the only One who is going to fill you up. Nothing you can do can make you better. Only Jesus.

My life is my ministry. It isn’t all the ideas I come up with an accomplish, it is the simple living and breathing do what God tells me to do. If I get to crazy, then I will eventually burn out. So, this is just a reminder to all of you. Your life is your ministry. How you live should reflect Jesus and glorify the Father, it shouldn’t burn you out. Maybe its time to rethink things if you get burned out a lot. Live a refreshing life.


“remember the perfections of that God whom you worship, that he is a Spirit, and therefore to be worshipped in spirit and truth; and that He is most great and terrible, and therefore to be worshipped with seriousness and reverence, and not to be dallied with, or served with toys or lifeless lip-service; and that He is most holy, pure, and jealous, and therefore to be purely worshipped; and that He is still present with you, and all things are naked and open to Him with whom we have to do. the knowledge of God, and the remembrance of His all-seeing presence, are the most powerful means against hypocrisy.”
― richard baxte


this made my heart smile.
God makes beautiful faces.


Back home.

Top 10 things about being back home:

1. I get to spend copious amounts of time with my little brother. Score.

2. I get to do the chicken chores. And although you might be thinking, ‘what the heck?’, I’ve been wanting my own chickens for a while. This is definitely a huge plus. I really do enjoy collecting eggs wholeheartedly.

3. I get to make lunch for my sisters before they head off to school. It is rather fun. I kind of miss the whole cooking thing, so this is good restorative therapy for my culinary deprived heart. It’s true.

4. I get to design whatever I want, at any time I want, wherever I want. Yeah, which means I can draw pictures of wedding things at 6 a.m. uninterrupted.

5. By far this has been the best thing that has happened since I’ve been back home: I am finally getting back into my mornings with the Lord. Best thing hands down. Creativity is running through my mind like blood runs through your veins. This is good.

6. I am finally opening my online shop. It is going to happen this month. Pom&Tulle. I am stoked.

7. I get to wear my sister’s clothes.

8. I can buy my brother slurpees. He actually really likes this. I don’t really like putting high fructose corn syrup into his body, but I can’t help it. Slurpees were a HUGE part of my childhood. I think the tradition should reign on. Corn syrup and all. All in moderation right?

9. I end up reading books like The Hunger Games. Then I get hooked. Then I’m pretty much Katniss in all of my dreams. WHAT IS GOING ON? (:

10. Vision. Spiritual vision has become clearer.

And these are the 10 things I hate the most about being away from my home back home:

1.I miss Nat. All the time. When I am sleeping. When I am eating. When I am writing. When I am talking with him on the phone….you get the idea (;

2. Having no Trader Joe’s within a 10 mile radius. How am I supposed to live!?

3. Loosing my underwear. It is pretty easy to do this here.

4. Gas prices. This one doesn’t really count though, because I’m sure they are pretty similar to the ones back home. Bleh.

5. Missing Nat.

6. No Five Guys Burger & Fries.

7. Chicken poop. Well, not really, it doesn’t bother me…but I am running out of good things to hate….

8. Missing Nat.

9. Missing Nat.

10. Missing Nat.

Yeah. ♥


‎”[Christ] is my model. This means a different set of ambitions, a different definition of happiness, a different standard of judgment altogether. Behavior will change, and very likely it will change enough to make me appear rather odd–but then my Master was thought very odd.” -from Keep a Quiet Heart


I know little about anything.
That is what I’ve learned these past few weeks.
I can’t really explained how I learned this, but it just happened.  I did the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life last week.  The hardest sweetest thing I’ve ever done.  And I hesitate to even write about it, for fear of my faint heart that is only strong because of Jesus.  Death.  Everything that has ever failed at seeming fair has been belittled, and I am left with only one statement written across my chest.  “It hardly seems fair”.  Everything I’ve fought for in life, has been one-uped.

I watched as a child was born.  A child that was not expected to make it through the birth.  He didn’t.
There was strength in my heart that I did not think I possessed.
For a split second, the night seemed unbearable.
But the sun awoke, and life began to stir.
Some life, went on to a better home.
And if any good hope inhabits this body of mine, I hope to one day be where this child abides now.
In heaven.

This month has led me to believe one thing:

That pain and suffering is inevitable.
But it is not these things that matter, and still yet, it is not you and I that should be the focal point.
If anything we are to hope.  No matter the desperation in our voices, or the millions of tears we shed, or the demanding physical world that never seems to end, or our lack, our want, our desires.  All these things hold nothing in the realm of what is to come.

Selfishly, I have been living in my own realm of [hope].  Hoping that things for me will become better.







have never felt more smallish in my entire life.


Heaven is so much bigger than my mind can comprehend.


It is so much bigger than I.