“A man may study because his brain is hungry for knowledge, even Bible knowledge. But he prays because his soul is hungry for God.” – Leonard Ravenhill
I find it difficult to sum myself up in words. All the things we choose to define ourselves with can’t come close to even a shadow of who we are. In some ways they can become walls. I would rather sit quietly with you and drink tea and talk about hope, and talk about Jesus, and talk about what makes us human. I’m nearly 24, but I feel the same as I did when I was 17 – hopeful, full of wonder. I am the girl who wonders every time I set foot on a beach: what if we saw Him there, walking on the water? I live hungry, I sleep hungry, it seems I’m never satisfied; I am Hosea, I am Hosea’s wife, I am learning to be wise.
I’m always amazed at the lists people live life with. Lists of goals, things to do, things other people should be, things we want, things we want in other people. Some of those we should never have written; some of those should be burned (at the stake). I am not perfect, but one day I will be. I frequently make mistakes, and I don’t mind if you point them out. I can’t think of anyOne sweeter than Jesus, and there’s not much I like better on earth than fellowship, family, cats, and lilies. Lilies are important.
I want to live breathless, always full of wonder at the smallest miracles – and they are everywhere. You. Me. The stars at night. The laughter of children. Wherever you look, there is more…
“I have always been unsatisfied with life as most people live it. Always I want to live more intensely and richly. Why muck and conceal one’s true longings and loves, when by speaking of them one might find someone to understand them, and by acting on them one might discover oneself?” — Everett Ruess