Monday, December 8, 2014

There are moments where the words; 
pay attention 
are written, almost scorched, 
across my spirit, my mind, 
and finally my heart.
These moments have changed me irrevocably, 
irreversibly.
I learn what days, 
weeks, 
months, 
and sometimes years of searching, 
asking, 
wondering, 
and just plain living mean.  
I learn why I had to confront a trial, 
I learn why I needed time and patience. 
I come to understand a quote that stuck, 
or a thought I once had.  
Things I thought I had understood take on a new, 
deeper, 
more purposeful meaning.

It’s in these moments that everything about living leads to one grand, 
overwhelmingly simple culmination of truth.  

It’s as though a mist has lifted and I can see who and what I truly am.  
I’m awestruck, 
humbled, 
and beyond grateful.

“Gratitude is a Spirit-filled principle.  
It opens our minds to a universe permeated with the richness of a living God.”

-Bonnie D. Parkin 



Monday, November 3, 2014


||     A   C h i l d 's   P r a y e r    ||


“How could I ever say thank you, when the whole of this life’s not enough.”

This line from a song runs through me endlessly.
Sometimes it plays in my mind, 
behind my closed eyelids,
but more often then not it plays in my heart, 
leaking tears through my eyes. 

The line plays while eating, walking, talking and sleeping.
I wake in the dark needing to relieve my baby laden bladder
and the line trails behind me on repeat.  
I return to my bed too tired to sleep.
Too….something to close my eyes, 
I don’t notice at first, but I should, 
it’s become a pattern, not sleeping 
because reality is too precious, because the truth of what awaits is overwhelming.

“How could I ever say thank you,”
Over and over.
And as I stare at the ceiling my hands instinctively move to my growing belly.
My mind opens to the possibilities of what and who this baby girl will be.
My heart revels that what once was a dream is becoming reality.
I recognize that my prayers of the past are being answered,
and I know that my prayer tonight will be heard.

This prayer is one of gratitude but also one of hope and possibility.
I pray she will be healthy and strong.
That she will feel the love daddy and I have for her.
I pray that she will know God and Jesus Christ,
that her heart will be soft and open and she will
be obedient and kind.
I pray that she will seek truth and find it.
That her life will be one of joy, 
and her spirit will be happy and she will know of her deep beauty.

“How could I ever say thank you.”
How?
For sharing what is Yours with me.
For allowing me to love, guide and cherish a soul so strong.
For I know she will be strong..I feel her.
And I fall asleep content,
my hands resting on her, my soul singing


“How could I ever say thank you, when the whole of this life’s not enough”



Friday, February 14, 2014


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a   v a l e n t i n e

“Love is the most powerful force in the world.” – Dallin H. Oaks

Hmmm….
 I feel pretty powerful today.
In fact my heart is so powerful it feels like flying straight out of my body.
I wish I could make it fly to everyone I love, and let it stay...at least for a little while.
But hearts don’t fly, I know, so I'll send what I can-

a valentine.

>><<




Friday, January 31, 2014


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p  r  a  y  e  r

 Sometimes- 
when I’m walking I can’t help but close my eyes.
It’s all too much;
the things I’ve left behind,
the things yet to live.
But most of all the glorious in between.

My soul prompts my eyes to close tighter,
and my legs to move faster.
Both in hopes of holding on,
and in hunger of letting go.

As I heed my soul,
the physical heightens-
the wind on my face
the sun on my back.

Until; I seem to sprout wings,

and fly.

>><<



Sunday, January 19, 2014


|| love ||

completely expressing the love that is at the very core of me is impossible.
i try. 
but i get caught up on the layers in between my core and my outsides.
some of it gets muddled and lost along the way.
but every time i try another layer of who i am gets added,
and my core expands,
and sometimes i think,
 maybe just maybe a little bit of it escapes.
maybe through my eyes; if they shine enough.
maybe through my smile; if it’s big enough.
or maybe through my hug; if it's tight enough.




|| top photo taken by me
bottom photo taken by Alixann Loosle Photography ||