What is waiting for worth?
What is worth waiting for?
How many miles are we apart tonight?
We rise to the same sun and fall to the same moon.

…Yet I am not alone, for the Father is with me. I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.

John 16:32-33

(My favorite bible verse)

Everything I have is yours
You are part of me
Everything I have is yours
My destiny

I would gladly give the sun to you
If the sun were only mine
I would gladly give the earth to you
And the stars that shine
Everything that I posses
I offer you

Let my dream of happyness
Come through
I’ll be happy just to spent my life
Waiting at your backend call
Everything I have is yours
My life
My all

Everything I have is yours
You are part of me
Everything I have is yours
My destiny

I would gladly give the sun to you
If the sun were only mine
I would gladly give the earth to you
And the stars that shine
Everything that I posses
I offer to you

Let my dream of happyness
Come through
I’ll be happy just to spent my life
Waiting at your backend call
Everything I have is yours
My life
My all

Alive in Wild Paint – Everywhere, An Ocean

I’ve been sailing for so long
I don’t recall what I set out for
I’d trade this disbelieving sea
To make peace upon your shore

Waves carry me out

Like the breaking of day
Darkness peels away
By the dimmest light

And it’s fear of what the sun would see
Beckoning me into the tide

Waves carry me out
Where you’re not

I was hiding in the bathroom for something like the forty-seventh consecutive night, and—just as during all those nights before—I was sobbing. Sobbing so hard, in fact, that a great lake of tears and snot was spreading before me on the bathroom tiles, a veritable Lake Inferior (if you will) of all my shame and fear and confusion and grief.
– Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat Pray Love


Anna Maria Beach :)


Day 2 at the beach, I had already gotten sunburned,
so I hid under a towel & umbrella.

Oh, and read a trashy romance novel.


R wanted to make a sandcastle. I made the moat :)


Breakfast @ Peaches. We went twice.


Tailgating a wedding, it happend.


i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

“A weed is but an unloved flower.” – Ella Wheeler Wilcox

“It may not seem like it at the time, but when you do something that’s necessary for your spirtual growth, it gives permisson to those around you to grow in the way they mosty need. If they are not able to thrive at your level, then you gave them the gift of freedom to be exactly where they need to be, and you’re free to do the same. In the end, be loving, be brave, and be where you are most happy. Whatever the outcome, you just gave yourself the best gift of all: remaining true to your truth.”

I’ve been reading, “Road Trip Guide to the Soul” by Sadie Nardini, and that paragraph really spoke to me with some things I’ve been struggling with.

I need to come to the realization that some people don’t change, or are not ready to. With that, I’m accepting them as they are. I think devotion to a substance is a glaring weakness in will and character, but it’s clear people consider it an indelible part of who they are. It’s truly a sad state when one is partially defined by a substance and it’s sub-culture. But, sadly that’s the way it goes.

I really have no other choice to pick up my heart, pray, and accept they way the cards have unfolded for me.

Psalm 34:18
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit