"A Love Letter"
Dearest,
I had a conversation last night with someone about how I don't always spend enough time with you. Sometimes, I feel distracted, depressed, and discontent. Yet, I don't come to you. I don't really know why. I ponder for a while and think I came up with a solution, but it feels so difficult to follow through. Do I really trust you? Perhaps, I fear at times to disappoint you with what feels to be trivial insecurities. There is nothing worse than disappointing the one you love most. That is the thing. If I love you the most, why is it so difficult to come to you when I need love? When I need a boost of assurance? I also want to make sure to give you the love you deserve.
Dear Little JuJuBee,
This is my first question to you? Why aren't you having fun? You and I have talked quite a bit about joy and enjoying each others' company. You do ponder a lot and that is something I love about you. You are always thinking, creating, and wondering. I think I love your wondering best. You see the beauty in the little things and the meaning in the big. Be still. Be in wonder. Be in joy. I wait with bated breath until the moment we see one another face to face. Then I wait again. You are secure. Please don't live in fear. We are in covenant remember? If all else fails, REMEMBER. And even if you run, I will always come after you. Everything else will fall into place. Just watch and be still; be in wonder, and be in joy. REMEMBER who I AM.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
I come alive when I create. No matter where I might be located, I intentionally seek out beauty and inspiration. My goal as an artist is to co-labor with God and explore the epitome of creativity within myself and to help others light the spark in themselves. I am enjoying this journey of discovery as I boldly walk into the deep rich pools of creativity in Heaven and see it manifest on Earth.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
“Puzzle Pieces to Love”
I wake; the pillow to next me
It is desert, though an imprint remains.
Cold to the touch, but fragrant with spices
Of You; though you are gone.
Who are you?
How did I find my way
Home to a blissful sleep?
Untouched. Unspoiled.
You were here all night
Caressing my hair
Like a mother, and protecting me
Like a father you held me
I trusted You; I wanted to.
I needed to know You existed.
But do you? Is it all a memory?
I wake; the pillow to next me
It is desert, though an imprint remains.
Cold to the touch, but fragrant with spices
Of You; though you are gone.
Who are you?
How did I find my way
Home to a blissful sleep?
Untouched. Unspoiled.
You were here all night
Caressing my hair
Like a mother, and protecting me
Like a father you held me
I trusted You; I wanted to.
I needed to know You existed.
But do you? Is it all a memory?
Or a mistaken déjà vu?
I must find You
Because You found me;
Hold You close and
Not let You go…..not this time.
I must find You
Because You found me;
Hold You close and
Not let You go…..not this time.
I come alive when I create. No matter where I might be located, I intentionally seek out beauty and inspiration. My goal as an artist is to co-labor with God and explore the epitome of creativity within myself and to help others light the spark in themselves. I am enjoying this journey of discovery as I boldly walk into the deep rich pools of creativity in Heaven and see it manifest on Earth.
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