SOCIAL MEDIA

Saturday, March 16, 2019

changing


I whisper that I don't want anything to change
but that's like trying to stop the ocean from coming up on the beach

change isn't a bad thing
it's just a part of life
it's just a part of you

the sky is always changing
from the brightest blue
to the blackest thunderstorms
to the softest orange ripples of sunset
to the palest pink blush of dawn

that doesn't mean the sky isn't to be trusted
it is always steadfast
always there
but always changing

just like you,
darling,
are always changing

and it's just a twist in the road
a tempo change in the song
of life

it's life

feel
dream
cry
scream
laugh

I know you're young and confused and trapped in one life when you want a thousand more

but this is your life
and yes it's always changing
but that doesn't mean it isn't to be trusted

it's always here
it's always yours

live it.


——————
just some thoughts.
-abbie
Wednesday, March 13, 2019

whispers in the worry

Body of Water Wave

"You don't have to worry."

This is what He whispers to me, multiple times daily now, when I'm again stuck in a rut of thought that brings me nothing but stress: frantic thoughts about myself, my job, this body, the future.

"You don't have to worry."

Not audible, but clearly heard, a sentiment I don't understand. I want to plan, I want to know, I want to think my way through problems and people and come out with the answer fully formed.

I'm a solver, but there are some things I can't solve. Some things (actually, all things) that I have to give to Him to handle. When I start worrying about the next day's tasks or the future of a relationship or what people might think of me, I forget that He's right here, ready to whisper words of peace to me.

"You don't have to worry."

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Some lovely links to brighten your day and bring some peace:


With love,
Erin
Friday, March 8, 2019

I Am Creatively Busy

I'm very busy is a general phrase.

I'm creatively busy is a more accurate phrase.

I run two blogs, am learning by lectures and studying, and maintain a healthy lifestyle that keeps me emotionally and physically engaged. I spend a lot of time doing things that I am passionate about. Most of the things that keep me busy happen to be creative things! And hence the phrase creatively busy is made.

All these things are solely me focused.

I am busy being creative is not an excuse to not get together or make times for other things. It is the lifestyle I am living. I am one of the many who lives this kind of lifestyle. I am one of the many that is going to change the world. I am busy in the best of ways and I love it. You are someone with the power to change the world, yourself, and others for better. Use your time in ways that stand out.
-vanessa

Sunday, February 17, 2019

GIRL (revisited)




Girl
It's been a couple years and you've grown and changed
And you're so different in so many ways
But in so many ways, you're still the same

Girl
Old habits die hard
And your source of identity has always been a little skewered
By whether or not you performed well enough
On any given day

Girl
Perfectionism is your vice
Your arch-nemesis
Your crutch

Girl
Heart black and blue and bruised
With the words you weaponize against yourself
Tongue pointed like a loaded gun
Who gave you the right to speak as though you aren't a miracle?

Girl
Your hands still shake
And somewhere along the way
The courage you inked on your palms got a bit smudged

Girl
You stopped believing you were a mountain shaker
When those mountains didn't immediately move
And that warhead brain of yours
Finally detonated with an atomic blast that leveled you

Girl
The nights you spent weeping for the trial to end
The moments you fought for every breath
The days you put one shaking foot in front of the other
If only because you didn't know what else to do

Girl
Can't you see that you are holy?
Called forth and created by a God who loves you
Who left paradise to seek you out in the wilderness
Untangled you from the darkness and brought you into His light?

Girl
He breathed life into your lungs and spun you into being
And declared, “It is good.”
Not because you're good on your own
But because He always speaks over us the beauty of what He's created us to be

Girl
Can you believe that grace was made
For someone exactly like you
The you that doesn't read the Word enough
The you that doesn't sit in the pew enough

Girl
The you who calls yourself a backslider and a heathen
The you who wishes you could be sweeter, kinder, better, perfect
The you who wants to rise up with faith
But so often, falls into doubt instead

Girl
Don't you see?
It was never up to you to form your own version of righteousness
Only to cling to that which He bled and died to give you

Girl
It's you whom He loves
The messy you with the tainted hands and banged up heart
The you who can't look yourself in the eyes without
Finding something you wish you could change

Girl
He loves you

The you who snaps at her mom
The you who is a lackluster friend
The you with the road rage


Girl
He loves you



The you who holds open doors for old ladies
The you who buys lunch for the homeless man on the corner
The you who sings those worship songs on Sundays

Girl
His love isn't based on a screwed up system
Of behavior modification that leaves a put together exterior
While the soul rots underneath
Because you know what, girl?


His love is never based on you
It's simply placed on you


He loves you, girl

He loves you

He loves you


Please


Don't forget it  



-ashlyn

Thursday, February 14, 2019

An Open Letter to Sensitive Souls



Oh my dear sensitive soul,


You’re not too much to handle. You can offer so much.

Sometimes the world is too much for you. Perhaps more often than not. The sounds and the lights and the voices become a harsh and unwelcome hurricane of stimulus—the walls cave in and your head and heart  pounds and the only thing that can calm you is isolation, or headphones, or sleep.

You’re not crazy. You’re not selfish for withdrawing to yourself and to silence. You are taking care of yourself, your body and your mind, and one day those around you will come to understand that. Especially if they love you. Have grace with those who are trying to understand. And hope with them, because this pain won’t last forever.

Your sensitivity, though it may seem like a curse, is a gift.

You notice subtle things that not many people see…In the midst of a crowd, you hear conversations and phones typing and glasses clinking and songs playing. You feel the bass of the music in the core of your body, the sweeping of someone’s arm against yours, the rubbing of cloth against your skin. In the midst of a forest, you hear the calls of animals that are soft and vague, even the wind combing through the brush and the leaves, and you can virtually feel the life of the woods, things growing and dying. It is a gift, a superpower, to be able to feel and hear and see so many small and yet extraordinary things.

You feel so deeply…Your love and your passion and your hurt dive deep within your soul, and as much as it may overwhelm you, you are experiencing life in an achingly full and beautiful way. The process of life and growth will guide you in understanding how to live through and with these feelings in a healthy and whole way. All you have to do is seek that understanding.

You may experience guilt and shame in a way that sinks into your very bones—things you’ve thought, things you’ve said, things you’ve done, don’t fade away over time but continually grasp you by the throat. Those things can only haunt you, however, if they remain in your mind; if they do, they continue to define you. Maybe try visualizing them all, one by one, thrown into a bonfire that crackles at dusk beside a still lake. Watch them as they crack and crumple and turn to ash. If they come up again, watch it again as it dives into the fire, and listen to the burning of everything that holds you back from a beautiful and whole life.

And perhaps most significantly, you feel others’ emotions as though they were your own. Someone walks in the door and you are hit with the force of their inner turmoil or joy. Just watching the face of stranger in a coffee shop illuminates their emotion; you notice when someone lies about feeling okay. Surrounded by a group of people, you may be inundated with the weight of their collective feelings to the point at which you feel like you’re drowning; sometimes, it may only take one person to send you spinning.

Sometimes, the world is too much. 

It’s okay.

Your sensitivity doesn’t define you.

Your heart—your sacred, beautiful heart—does.

Let that be a reason not to harden yourself. Darling, never lose your sensitivity.

~ Hannah 


"Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place." ~ Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Wednesday, January 30, 2019

watch your thoughts


words are a gift. not only that, words are a powerful gift.

words are weapons,
they are fire,
they are rocket fuel.

and as such they should be used wisely. they shouldn't be thrown around for fun, or deployed without a second thought. be careful not only of what you say to others, but be aware and careful of what you say to yourself...how you talk to yourself. start there.

don't down-talk. not even playfully. not even as a joke. never mess around with that, it's way too important. acknowledge the good and the sacred within yourself and respect that by never, never talking yourself down.

words are important. what we say to ourselves is important, and not only that, but it shapes our future. this has always stuck with me:

“Watch your thoughts, they become words;
watch your words, they become actions;
watch your actions, they become habits;
watch your habits, they become character;
watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”

few words are as true as these. if you do nothing else this year, bring a little more awareness to your words and how you use them to talk to yourself.


stay stoked!
kate
Sunday, January 27, 2019

you're safe



I know it's hard sometimes.

when you're in the dark
all alone
and the world is closing in from all sides

worst of all, you're trapped in your mind
and your mind is even worse than the world
it's a prison, cold and echoing

but only if you let it fall away from your hands
away from your heart
away from the fire in your soul that lit your eyes up as a child

away
away
away

and now I know you want to
go away
to
get away
from it

but don't

even when it's dark and cold and echoing—
don't.

capture your mind
hold it in your trembling hands
whisper the truth even through the dark

you are not alone
you are not alone

you are safe.

there is a presence, soft and comforting
close your eyes and breathe
you can feel it
wrapping you up like a hug
like strong and careful arms

you are not alone

the darkness is not tangible
only an absence of the light

close your eyes and
don't think.
just feel.

feel that you are not alone
b r e a t h e

you're safe.


_____________
it's okay to be scared sometimes. 
but remember that you are greater than any fear.

- abbie

Thursday, January 24, 2019

changing

Watching myself change is captivating.

I’ve seen my mood change
my outlook
hope
smile
body
skin
life

I have seen the bad days turn into sunshine
and then
the sunshine be taken away by something

It’s almost scary how fast I change
One minute I feel like myself
the next I don’t know the soul in the body

Friday, January 11, 2019

parent



Today, you are free to be a parent to yourself.


No matter who your parents were to you--

Whether they cherished you and saw you as the pearl that you are,

Or whether they never truly saw you,

Whether they became a foundation on which you built a strong, secure soul,

Or whether they offered you nothing to work with,

Whether they championed your push into the unknowns of growing older,

Or whether they pushed you into it without a champion,


Trust me.
They were only giving you what they had in themselves to give.


The Father is giving you permission to embrace yourself with His mother-father heart.

You can hold the little one within yourself, crying without relief, and know that you are holding that child with a never-ending, never-lacking, always-there, Love.

He is there.
Tuesday, January 8, 2019

anxious butterflies



The anxiety colored butterflies have stopped flapping their wings as fast as they were. My body no longer feels the need to run when I am not at ease. Instead, I stand in the midst of the snow barefoot and remind myself that I'm fine. The butterflies are finding safe branches to rest on.

Those safe branches feel steady. They aren't going to move on their own. If they were to move it'd be by a force outside of their control. That, I am okay with. I will be still while things appear safe. Those butterflies will rest.

I am starting to walk upright again. There is less anxious movement and instead it's replaced with inclined feelings. It's as if the winter is layering the world with white fluff that is okay to fall into. The anxious butterflies are being put to sleep until spring and the bones in my body are awaken by a delicate chill.

It's going to be okay-- those anxiety colored butterflies are settling and will eventually be put to sleep.

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The first paragraph was written from words that I wrote in my journal. The rest was inspired by those words. Anxiety is something we are all fighting. More and more I notice people sharing their battles with it. I just wanted to say that it's okay to feel anxious, it makes you human and you shouldn't feel ashamed of it. <3

- vanessa