April 29, 2014


Tonight for supper we had blueberries. And strawberries. And chips. 
One of my chips was so salty-good that I had to close my eyes.

Which made me remember how one of my friends mentioned that she loves it when people really enjoy their food. Like when someone bites into a marvelously juicy apple and their face lights up. Or how I close my eyes and grin like a crazy person when I have ice cream with chocolate and peanut butter in it. 

Boy, am I blessed. I mean, strawberries and blueberries and potato chips?

I bet there are hundreds of girls my age who have never tasted fresh juicy fruit. 

I know there are thousands who survive on garbage - food that would make my stomach turn at the smell.

And at my house we complain when we have rice-and-bean-and-corn-and-cheese casserole. With dessert afterwards. 

Boy, am I ashamed. 
Because even leftovers from my house would be a feast to a precious girl in Africa. 
I have so much. So, so much. 

And all I can say is Thank you, Lord.

Why you've seen fit to bless me with strawberries and not them...
It's a mystery to me. Jesus, show me how to love them, show me how to feed them.
But right now...

Thank you, Lord.
for blueberries 
and strawberries 
and chips.

April 17, 2014


I am so thankful.
Life's been a crazy jam packed full cup of growing up.

But tonight God let me drive, windows down. Campfires and open fields dancing through the car.

Tonight God told me to look up, to breathe in the stars. 

And I needed that. I needed to find the northern star, see Orion in his place. 

Sometimes I just need to know that God has a place for me. And that all this craziness has a purpose. 

So if you feel like you're spinning in circles or being stretched right thin to snap...

Look for Jesus. And be thankful

Of the late tired nights

And sore muscles

And braces

Whiffs of summer

And the stars.