this is my beautiful friend, kelsi.i saw this photo in my weakness and i could say, yes, that is me. her hands on the barb wire, probably not pain free, but craving with everything, to go on. to see whats beyond the gate. the gate that's named our limit, when really its just dead wood, crying out for life-like you, and me. she carries the world on her shoulders and the curiosity in those bold eyes. the faint whisper in her lips that says, come with me. the world asks if shes scared? certainly. but her skin is on edge ready to run and flee from that old, painted sweater worn by days and days of yesterday. the trees call her on to bolder days and freedom. push past the unwashed answers and make your own. the journeys brighter there... her small, still smile says she can see.
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i love this photo. God's beauty and mystery caught in a focal lens.
it has been a rough week of heartache, questions, anguish, uncertainty and reflection.
the whole, why God?
goes unanswered. leaves me breathless. but surprisingly drawing me
closer and closer to Him. Good thing He's jealous for all of me.
my hands tell me that this week is cyclically difficult. i look at the calendar a year ago
today and a year ago before that and go down until i was seven. i think it might be His favorite time of year for me, but for now I can say its not on the list of most beloved moments.
oh, the paradox that it is to feel such a disconnect from everyone you love, but knowing its their love you can't find the will to move without.
apparently, its deeper than the face i put on. the, i'm fine voice done away with. causing me to sketch out my heart with my hands. reminding me of how fragile life is, and how tender our little spirits are inside.
