You Are

You are a woman.

A marvelous tapestry of nurturing tendencies and emotions.

You have permission to laugh loudly at the wrong time, to be clumsy, and to say the wrong things.

You can be emotional, and allow things to touch you deeply.

You have permission to ugly cry in secret and in front of others.

You have something to say, so why not say it?

You are creative and a force to be reckoned with.

You are filled with grace. Not only for others, but most importantly for yourself. You will forgive yourself for the things done in the past and the things you will do in the future.

You are dynamic.

A constantly evolving story that anyone has the privilege go be apart of.

You are allowed to spell things wrong, spill things on your nice dress, and speak your mind on what stirs your heart.

You are not perfect and you might not ever be able to wear heels after a long night, but you have your whole life ahead of you to improve. And what a glorious adventure that will be!

You are a traveler. One who knows no stranger.

You are not bound by other’s words, misconceptions, or judgements.

Continue to talk fast, sing loud, and laugh till your cheeks hurt.

Remember your Maker, and remember your shame no more.

Let your hair frizz and tangle. Let your hands get colorful and dirty. Let your insecurities know who you are.

You are well-loved, so love deeply and confidently. Continue to study love, learn to love others better and more fully.

You are no fool. Your momma made sure of that. She taught you that you have wisdom granted to you from the Good Lord to get you through every situation. All you have to do is ask.

You won’t forget those who came before you. You honor those who sacrificed for you, and set the foundation for your many years to come.

You are strong and unique. You are all you need to be for such a time as this.

You are fiery and brave. Nothing can stop you or discourage you from what the Lord has called you to do.

You are hopeful. You continue to hope, expect, and pray for what’s to come.

You are confident that no weapon formed against you will prosper.

You are loud! Heard by all and loved by many. However, make sure you continue to use discernment for those times when silence is key and words aren’t needed.

You are a beautiful woman.

You are brighter than any sun, richer than any chocolate cake, and bolder than any strong coffee.

You are a life that reflects freely of your Creator.

Embrace what the Son has to offer you, you beautiful woman.

Lately

May 11, 2015

in the quiet, with clutched and achy hands, you dump out your burdened heart. the hurt, the confusion, the insecurity. you’ve needed this moment. be honest, you’ve needed this for a while now. it’s time to let it go. it’s time to decompress and just lay down for a while. you try to conceive what it would be like. maybe it will come like winter, with a bitter reality encased in a cold chill. or maybe it will come like summer, with a bright revelation wrapped in a warm glow. maybe, just maybe; it will come in the quiet. like the soft wind suspended between two seasons. waiting, anticipating the changes to come. you’ll listen intently for that voice. the voice your heart longs to hear. you’ll begin to pay close attention to the soft rustle of leaves and the quick snap of branches. but for now you wait. in the quiet, you wait with a steadfast hope. what are you waiting for? you’re not sure. maybe it’s reassurance. a word that speaks just to your soul and yours alone. or you wait for something tangible. something that takes you by the hand and leads you to what you’ve ached to fathom. you’ll wait. however long it takes, you’ll wait because you know that in the passage of the middle you are being refined. weeds lose their hold and seeds prepare to sprout life. you long to be truly satisfied in these quiet moments. you pine for peace and the realization that you want absolutely nothing, and have all that you need. you fill your lungs and trap the promise that you lack no good thing inside your chest. you’ll wait to bloom. you know you will. because you’ve weathered too many erratic storms, stilted winds, and wilted harvest to stop you now. you’ll wait with emptied hands and a light heart. you’ll wait for the voice your heart yearns to know; the voice that calls you home.

May 26, 2015

it’s comfortable. this life you lead. but it’s not enough. your comfort is safe and debilitating all at the same time. but there is only so much your soul can take. be honest with yourself, this is not what you wanted. you’ve compromised; something you said you’ll never do. but it’s not too late. it’s never to late when He’s here with you. He was there when your heart cracked open and birthed a strength you thought you lacked. He was there when the foxes prowled in your vineyard and attempted to steal your joy. He was there. patient, and steadfast in His love for you. this comfort isn’t so comfortable anymore, is it? it’s starting to chaff and leave your soul exposed. you’ve patched over it a few times. hoping that lies conceal and your secrets erase, but it doesn’t work that way. He’s the only balm for that patchwork soul of yours. still, you lack direction and courage to listen. it isn’t what you want to hear. to give it all up? but Jesus, isn’t that too much? still your heart beats for something greater. something fills you and calls you out of that comfort, into the unknown. it almost sounds like drums, the beat floods you from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. and you walk. you leave your comfort behind and walk into the call placed on your life. it’s daunting, but you know the drums beat out a rhythm of grace that guides your every step. your song of deliverance rings inside of you and overflows to those who have yet to hear of His goodness. you’re out of your comfort and in the hands of the ultimate Comforter. you have tasted His goodness and want for nothing. you sit and listen in His presence. His anointing sweeps over your body and you dance. free and unashamed, you dance to the beat, the song only meant for your heart to hear. you’ve pushed past comfort and reached a place where His love is naked before you. your comfort dimmed its light, but there’s no mistaking the love that shines in His eyes. eyes that blaze with passion, and acceptance. you realize now that comfort can be overrated. you’d much rather dance before the One who created you to do more. so much more.