Lover of my soul

when i see the winter, turning into spring,

it speaks to this heart of mine, 

more than anything.

underneath a blanket of snow, 

pure and white,

something is stirring in the still of the night.

and then the sun comes up, slowly with the dawn.

this is the kind of feeling that i hang my hope upon.

there is a love and beauty,

in all that i see,

and no one, nobody,

is explaining You to me.

and maybe my eyes can't see

but You are surrounding me.

here in the wind and rain,

the things that i know

tender and sweet,

and strong as my need.

i know the voice,

i know the touch,

Lover of my soul.

// Lover of my soul by amy grant //

loving lately...

haircuts

pink flowers

tennis matches

flip-flops

warmth

white skirts

princess lunch box

this song

piano music

florals in general

this post

what have you been enjoying recently?

my spot

i ride my vintage bicycle down a forest path, venturing out into the wilderness to find the perfect spot to read and write on this warm spring day.
wildflowers tickle my bare ankles as i roll through an open field.
i am free to go as i wish when i wish without any commitments or time constraints preventing me from going where the wind blows me.
i find my spot: a shady patch of velvety moss and lush grass beneath a tree whose canopy of leaves shields the sun.
a gentle breeze stirs my wild hair as i dance around under a bright yellow sun, my shoes cast off next to my bicycle.
i retrieve my journal and book from my knapsack and settle in for a few hours of dreaming.
as the sun begins its nightly descent, i rummage around in my bag for my hand-knit cardigan complete with intricate cables.
i begin my trek home, eager to visit my spot again tomorrow.

my spot in my mind, that is.
in reality, i rode my modern bike to my church next door across a clear-cut path.
i do have a bag containing a journal and book, but my world is too full of standardized tests, studying, and commitments to spend much time with my dear journal.
because i do not live where i can just ride my bike out into the wilderness, i must content my restless brain with biking to a place in view of my house.
there is, though, a breeze and wildflowers and canopies of leaves that i can enjoy.

even though i want my imaginary spot to become real, i will be content for now. SATs are finally over, even though i must now turn all of my attention to the ap lang test.
but spring is here. this afternoon, anyway, is free.
for now, i will write.

precious memories

{chloe and sadie, also known as funnykins and woo-woo}

Precious memories, unseen angels,
Sent from somewhere to my soul.
How they linger ever near me,
And the sacred past unfolds.

Precious memories how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul.
In the stillness of the midnight.
Precious sacred scenes unfold.

In the stillness of the midnight,
Echoes from the past I hear.
Old time singing, gladness ringing,
From that lovely land somewhere.

Precious memories how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul.
In the stillness of the midnight.
Precious sacred scenes unfold.

As I travel on life's pathway,
I know not what the years may hold.
As I ponder hope grows fonder,
Precious memories flood my soul.

Precious memories how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul.
In the stillness of the midnight.
Precious sacred scenes unfold.

i am happy

spring is coming.

the sat test is over.

sunny days are ahead.

golden hour is my favorite.

journaling keeps me sane.

tennis matches are coming up.

celtic music is wonderful music to fall asleep to.

i am happy.

1 Corinthians

God is faithful, by whom ye were called unto the fellowship of His Son, Jesus Christ our Lord.

1 Corinthians 1:9

The foolishness of God is wiser than men;

and the weakness of God is stronger than men.

1 Corinthians 1:25

And you are Christ's, and Christ is God's.

1 Corinthians 3:23

april // lists

this month i have

read:                                                              watched:                           enjoyed:
mary barton by elizabeth gaskell                     sherlock                            the all-eastern music festival
lesley castle by jane austen                             pride and prejudice            warm days
the simplicity primer by patrice lewis              tangled                               a lovely tea date with eve and  
the sweetest thing by elizabeth musser            sarah, plain and tall                 grace
                                                                                                               tennis
crafted:                                                         been thankful for:                granola                  
fingerless gloves                                            melted snow                        piano music
lacy alpaca scarf                                           blooming daffodils               walks
matching cowls (one for me,                         spring break                        visiting with my gramma
   one for the lovely hannah)                          old friends                           gentle breezes
snake sock puppet                                        libraries
                                                                    peanut butter                      eaten:
felt:                    seen:                                   beautiful music                    popcorn
excited               cemetaries                                                                    sharp cheddar cheese
anxious               flowers                              counted:                              peanut butter bars
nervous              birds                                  ceiling light fixtures (266)     peanut butter granola
studious             smiling faces                       stitches                                cranberry muffins
relaxed              giggling girls                        down the days                     dill pickles
happy                                                          rows of knitting                   white rice

colors this month:
sunny yellow
forest green
lavender
baby blue
periwinkle

the water is wide // lists

hearing...                              missing...                            listening to...          
shower water                         spring rains                           10,000 reasons
footsteps                                friends                                  home {the king's singers}
laughter                                  the ocean                             resurrection hymn
celtic music                             blogging regularly                 the water is wide
                                              warm fingers
thankful for...                                                                  things i need to do...
chocolate                              just the small things...        homework
hugs                                     yarn fuzz clinging to my          reply to letters
productive frustration              dress pants                         practice music
fuzzy yarn                            bare ground                           clean my desk
bookmarked websites         car sunroofs                           knit
first corinthians one nine       inky pens                              update my to-do list
planning ahead                     knitting books
spontaneous adventures       colored pencils                      things i would like to do...
                                           good books                           knit all day, every day
colors i love...                    weekends                              go for a drive
teal                                      late-night shopping                 go outside without being cold
burnt orange                        excursions                          be able to memorize music faster
seaglass green                     sandals                                  bake bread
                                           running on playgrounds
                                           tea to warm my hands
                                              as well as my insides

the foolishness of God is wiser than men;

and the weakness of God is stronger than men.

first corinthians one twenty-five