A Surrendered Heart

I lay me down

upon the table

not knowing what’s to come


All my hopes

and dreams combined

are fighting for a single crumb



Inside of me

they push and pull

’til answers are revealed


But secretly

they know the truth:

tomorrow’s fate is sealed


Not in the hunger

Nor in the thirst

But only when I surrender


To the maker

of this starving heart

So bent on becoming fatter


He wants my hopes

He wants my dreams

to reflect the One above


I won’t be free

from longing for more

until I feast on His goodness and love


So I bow my head

but I lift my hands

in an effort that brings me rest


And I recognize

with teary eyes

that His ways are always best.


Photo Credit: Jamie Street

Burn, baby, Burn


The time has come to burn again.

That cold night that stole your fire? It’s over.

I know you’re still recovering from the chill of what happened.

But recovery is a great place to warm back up.

A place to remember why you’re here.

Do you remember?


You’re here “to fan into flames the spiritual gift God gave you.” ( 2 Timothy 1:6)

You’re here to live ablaze!

Do the frost bitten memories still sting?

Sure they do.

But they don’t get to freeze you solid in fear.


The only thing that’s gonna break that brick of ice around your heart is the fire of God’s love.

And He says that there is still SO much left for you to do.

You have to believe it.

Let Him breathe onto the dormant embers that lie within your soul.

He longs to ignite your passions, your dreams, and your hopes once again.

Go ahead and enter the flames.

Just burn, baby.




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Write Your Heart Out (Week 1)

Everyday Gyaan
February 7 Prompt:
  1. Your thoughts on this quote:  The reward for conformity was that everyone liked you except yourself. ~Rita Mae Brown


Being liked isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. There is always more to lose than there is to gain in the popularity game. Isn’t there?

Conformity. Such an evil word (in my opinion) yet so many get caught up in the flashiness of it all. Insert movie clip from “Mean Girls”.


So much beauty is lost when we trade in our original self for a copy of someone else’s masked self. The irony behind our compliance to the standard of “norm” is pinpointed with perfect finality in Rita Mae Brown’s words. Our reward for being the same as everyone else is found in simply being admired by them and therefore neglected by ourselves.

In essence, we get what we think we want but when we get it, we are still left wanting more. That’s the sad part. The one who has the most to gain by accepting herself actually has the most to lose by relying on others to accept her. Such a vicious cycle that can literally be seen from Hollywood to the unholy halls of our local high schools.

Why risk it? Not to sound big-headed or anything, but I am way too important to sacrifice the real me for a walk in Miss Popularity’s shoes. She only lets me see what I want to see anyways. Or maybe I only see what I want to see. Either way, it’s a lie.

Conformity. It makes us a half version of ourselves. And I’d rather be completely me. I’d rather be satisfied in knowing who I am and who I am not. I’d rather let my individuality shine instead of look like everyone else and hate myself for it.

I am a giant within my own brave skin. I will fight the urge to be you with every ounce of big-hearted courage that I have inside of me. I will not conform. For MY OWN sake. 

A Heart Like Mary

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Today, I was blessed with the opportunity to be a contributor on the wonderful blog, FLOURISH! I was asked to write something relating to Christmas and the holiday season so I chose to write about one of my favorite women in the Bible, Mary.

Here’s a tidbit:

Mary’s whole perspective on the news that she would be carrying the Christ-child was seen through the eyes of gratitude.  Instead of viewing nine months of pregnancy as an inconvenience, she saw it as an opportunity.  There was a chance that she could have been shunned by society by her unmarried status but instead, she chose joy.  In fact, Mary is so aware of her lowly state that she recognizes the importance of God noticing her by declaring that she is blessed.

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