if we knew the heart of each person,

what they were really feeling,

what they were really thinking,

what hurts,

what matters,

what makes them tick,

maybe then we would take one more second to say hi.

or how are ya?

or go out of our way to encourage them.

or maybe we would just keep going on with life.


but what if we didn’t know any of that?

what if we just did those things

because every person is fighting their own battle

in some way,

because every person wants to feel




what if we were the people we want other people to be to us?




Psalm 19.

The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims His handiwork.

Day to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge.

There is no speech, nor are there words, whose voice is not heard.

Their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world.

In them he has sat a tent for the sun, which comes out like a bridegroom leaving his chamber, and, like a strong man, runs its course with joy.

Its rising is from the ends of the heavens, and its circuit to the end of them, and there is nothing hidden from its heat.

The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul; the testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple;

the precepts of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart; the commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes;

the fear of the Lord is clean, enduring forever; the rules of the Lord are true, and righteous altogether.

More to be desired are they than gold, even much fine gold; sweeter than honey and drippings of the honeycomb.

Moreover, by them is your servant warned; in keeping them there is great reward.

Who can discern his errors? Declare me innocent from hidden faults.

Keep back your servant from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me! Then I shall be blameless, and innocent of great transgression.

Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.

what’s in a word?

words are metaphors pointing to the objects they represent.

words are our framework for meaning.

words have incredible power.

words create worlds.

words are the keepers of history.

words are the foundation in which we build our lives.

all taken from Jon Foreman’s article, “What’s in a Word?



was one of those days

that RENT

was stuck in my head.

lyrics that express

exactly how i’m feeling


what i might not be able to say.

i don’t try and think

of them, the lyrics.

they just happen to be

the first thing

to pop in my head.


and i love it.





to love well.

i had a conversation today about authentic, purposeful love and whether my life reflected it or not.

i, of course, was very quick to think, yes. i’m pretty confident that i love people, especially those dearest to my heart, well.

then, i began to consider whether if what i thought and reality were the same or was i merely kidding myself into thinking that i love people the way they should be loved.

and now, as i sit here and reflect a little more, i realize that i’ve probably failed at it some days but also succeeded other days. there is no use in worrying about what has already been, only how to make the most of each day, each moment from here on out.

i want people to be able to say that i loved all people. and i loved them well.


things that i love.

i love it when my tylerbug:

grabs my hands and asks me to dance with him

brings me a book so he can read (a.k.a. name all of the things on a page, and perhaps the action of those things) it to me

sees me for the first time for the day and runs to me screaming “coley!”

sings every song he knows while we’re riding down the road and, as of late, asks me to sing them with him as well

climbs into my lap just so he can go to sleep


other things that i love:

antiquing. this has always been such a happy outlet for me. walking, browsing and waiting for something to catch my eye.

LOST. i am not ashamed to admit that i finished re-watching the series again this afternoon. i love, love, love that show.

the family i have in this apartment. and the realization that some people always care and want to listen and will be there when you need them.

birthday presents. i love to give. and i love it when i can give someone something i know they will love. :)