i search for my worth in others and determine my worth based on their actions, rather than on the action Christ took on the cross when He paid for my sins.

When we praise God, are we to only praise Him for the good? Or is it okay also to praise Him for the bad? These are questions I ask myself at 22 years old, as I sit on my bed faced with the weight of my reality. The past few months have been anything but ordinary. Work trips, fleeting love, rising temperatures, and stressful work days. It all seems to come at once, and it never seems to slow down. The beginning of the year started in a relationship I was sure would last forev

i met him on a friday i don't remember the shirt he was wearing but i remember the way he looked in the setting sun the coffee in our hands were cold the cart was closing but we weren’t going anywhere i stood there and asked you about your past where you were from, what you were doing here i can close my eyes and see your smile the shape of your glasses on your face how you held the clear plastic cup in your hand your uncertainty when talking to someone new a player had been

i sit on the split of the cushions of the couch days before you were here we were together as we had been your lips touched mine in between conversations your hands touched me with a hint of future love footsteps touch the stairs outside sounds of a heavy body sprint up the steps i flip my head to the left hoping there will be a knock at my door i want you to be there on the other side telling me how much i mean to you but it’s not you it’s never you there is no real drama in

the smell of you lingers when i wake up in the morning the day has broken and the sun shines through the blinds and the scent of your cologne is still on my pillow case i know it won’t last long so i hold on to it i try to grasp the air you were laying in an ecclesiastical attempt to chase the wind you were here and now you’re not a few days will go by and you’ll be here again my mind goes through all that was last night your eyes your smile your laugh in my ear the shirt you

the first of my senses that strikes when i wake is the smell of your cologne under my nose the scent wavers on the pillows you laid on the night before but there’s no sight of you anymore your respect overcame your desire you left late in the night this seems to be platonic but the facts would point otherwise i wished you would have kissed me but that wasn’t in His Will your heart is broken, but not over me rejection is redirection but for now, it feels only like failure i

i can’t recall the smell of your cologne but i do remember the way it made me feel and now i search my brain for the memory of your scent to feel the weight of that feeling once again

as soon as i looked up, he was standing by my side and i hadn’t been that close to him before. i was so happy walking that beach at night, i didn’t know what to do with myself. and when we sat down on the beach after 10pm with a few inches apart, you let me talk your ear off. your laugh still rings in my mind. i’m thankful for live photos, because now i get a 3 second glimpse into that night i won’t forget. i have 3 little words you said to me still living in that picture on

I made it to the top of Piestewa Peak again via Summit No. 300 I sit at the intersection between Freedom and hear the cars echo from the highway its 6am and the sun has made it to the sky His plane surely leaves from Ireland Sooner rather than later What would he think of a message from me? Would joy run across his face when he lands? Would his family see it & ask who I am? What would he think What does he think of when he thinks of me? Does he think of me? Aren't there bigge

Sundays were once filled with so much love and laughter Now a part of me aches on the 7th day of the week every week I haven't seen Mimi in at least a year I didn't wish her happy birthday And she didn't for me She calls & sings every year And after 21 years that tradition has come to a halt I miss her I miss them all Sunday afternoons were my favorite part of every week But I'll never get that back I pray she never dies So I won't wonder if they'll call to let us know It has

through the clouds The sun peeks through It started off soft But now it’s bright The clouds are still grey But that doesn’t stop the big yellow in the sky It warms my cheeks My eyebrows crinkle The AC on my bare legs feels nice Too Much comes through my AirPods I sing along In my mind Looking at the puddles of water on the concrete Watching the construction workers figure it out There’s muddy tire tracks And dirt here and there It’s a beautiful day My mind never stops My mi

I thought about you today I think about you often Your now grey hair Your still blue eyes I saw you on Friday You were mad the team was losing You were mad the other team was pricks You saw me And you pointed with a grin I pointed back and smiled No matter how mad you are You’re always happy when you see me I caught myself that night Waiting for you to look over I felt content to leave After I saw your eyes The song came on That makes me think of you I Miss You clean bandit