Gossip

You do it.
You know you do.
Gossip.

Many a reputation
has been
ruined.

From girls in a
locker room..
to old biddies
at a quilt meet.

It is
wrong
painful
sad
hurtful
mean
spiteful
...and
addictive.

Break the habbit.
Give life
love
and joy.

~~~
"They get into the habit of being idle and going about from house to house. And not only do they become idlers, but also gossips and busybodies, saying things they ought not to." 1 Tim 5:13

"The tongue has the power of life and death" - Proverbs 18:21a

Vulnerability

Vulnerability.
Part of being a girl..
a woman.

You have to
offer
yourself.
Put your heart
on the line.

Bravely
face...
the unknown.

Resist the
temptation
to draw
into
yourself.
And disappear.

Love.
Unconditionally.
Those God puts into
Your lives.

Men.
Need them.
Want.
Hate.
Adore.
Desire.
Love...
them.

Despite the
chance
of heartbreak.
and pain.
Loneliness.

Just to risk it all
on the
possibility
that your
vulnerability
will be
rewarded...
with love.

Spinning, Twirling & Singing

Hmmmmm--- I love the smell of new summer hobbies

Incredibly, indescribably...*soft

And so it begins!

Handcrafted..

bottom whorl..

drop spindle.

Preparing to dye

(after I had set the twist)

Pink on one side...

deep dark cherry on the other.



Finished! I named it...Strawberry Kisses  =)



'Maybe' man

Is this 'Maybe' man... My 'forever' man?
My love and hug and marry man?
The faithful,
frustratingly constant,
'Always' man?
Morning breath
kisses
and a
sock trail
behind him..
A work shed
and a hobby
and a "Honey Do" list.
Building tree houses...
and a family...
'Daddy' man?

Lord.
I Love this man.
Can he be 'My' man?
My...'Forever-And-A-Day, daisy giving, lawn mowing"
...husband...

Here goes wishing.
For my 'Maybe' man--
to be my 'Forever' man.
~~~

Fragile Emotions...

Delicate

Inside of me there is an

empty room

filled with amber light coming from

a crystal chandelier.

With priceless gems and

intricate designs;

this chandelier captures hearts

and warm souls.

But this sweet precious item is

at risk.

It is suspended

by a thread.

It is easily swayed.

Easily broken.

Easily hurt.

I fear that this thread

Will snap.

And my heart

Will break.

And the chandelier

Will Chatter.

Pieces lying everywhere.

As I cry.

Tears falling.

Sobs coming forth from the brokenness.

Rushing to pick up the pieces.

Desolate.

Inside of me there is an

empty room

filled with amber light coming from

a crystal chandelier…



Becoming a woman...

22 years old...
My mother had 3 kids by that age.

And here I am.
Not a wife.
Not a mother.
Not a lover,
girlfriend,
or fiance.

I am but a
lowly student.
22 years old
and becoming
a woman.

This blog is me.
My questions.
Fears.
Insecurities.

Please be someone
to help
love
encourage
and comfort.