I am moved by the quiet echo of an empty post office.  My own thoughts fill the room like the clamor of a busy restaurant.  I find myself lost in places like this.... returned to the moments that bring me most joy.  Frozen in those moments of sweet bliss and peace.  Trying desperately to hold on to them before I must exit and return to the harsh environment outside of this safe place.  But I must return to the real world.  A world with few storybook endings and too many hopeless people.  I refuse to blend in and accept a mediocre life.  I pursue a life with moments that overwhelm a soul with joy and bring glory to God and blessings to others with every second.  That is a truly perfect life.  With an open heart, I live my life every day.  This life is not my own. Whatever may happen, I crave to always rest in God's perfect, overflowing love, but first I must be broken. "The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; A broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise." Psalm 51:17

From brokenness comes healing and joy.

every new day

It's been a rather tumultuous week for me. Every morning I wake up dreading what might go wrong and secretly believing the new day will bring new hope. Can that happen? Sometimes I'm such a contradiction. I must say, though, that my days have been increasingly harder emotionally and spiritually, but at the end of each day I'm filled with a richer sense of who I am and what God's trying to do in my life. I'm thankful for so many things. long talks with friends. travel. God's timing. an unexpected friendship. And, I am often reminded of the good times God's been blessing me with. =)

I am, in such perfect timing, heading to New York in exactly one week!