November 2010
10 posts
for those of you facing demons tonight.
i see the way your hands shake, and the deep, dark circles under your tired eyes. i see the way you have trouble finding yourself in the mirrors you pass by…
too afraid to claim yourself. you don’t want it to be real.
i see the way you don’t like to be touched, terrified that someone could penetrate the thick skin and walls you’ve constructed, brick by brick, the lies...
taken over, i am with desire to chart the territory of your body.
peaks and canyons, hands and feet and scars. fading imperfections, gained from battle. long nights when no one held you.
until i finally get through the walls of thick skin, through your ribs and inside your heart. you never have to worry again.
October 2010
13 posts
promises for egypt and courage.
No one will be able to stand against you as long as you live. For I will be with you as I was with Moses. I will not fail you or abandon you.
- Joshua 1:5 (as left on my Facebook by my friend Alex.)
“leave it here. i know that
you’ve been running, dear.
i’ve been...”
note to self.
oh, little heart,
keep going. keep going. keep going.
this is not the end. he is not done with you.
i have a song, so let the earth sing along. my...
i promise, i'll go with you.
last night in the market, i heard a lady say that if she knew as much when she was young as she knew now, she wouldn’t have done all the things that she did.
and i got kind of sad, because the only way we gain our wisdom is through experience. great, messy, scary, wonderful experience.
who we love when we’re young will affect the way we love through out our lives, because from the...
“There are no such
things as normal hands.”
– Chase
i found perfections in the dark that nobody else...
The boy of my dreams is about five inches taller than me, and the space between his shoulder and his collar bone was made to fit my head. He’s slender, with hair that falls across oceanic eyes. His whisper is calm when we speak and he tells me he loves me. I can feel his heartbeat in my own body when we hold hands. His smile lights up a room and lights up my heart. There are fireworks when...
i can help you, won’t you help me dry those...
a penny for my thoughts.
I don’t really understand how God knows exactly when to change the seasons in the hemispheres of my life. I don’t know why things keep changing, some for the good, but some for the terrible. Reason and purpose are things I’m really searching for, especially now as I get older and am having to decide what I want my life to be. Sometimes all of this feels painfully insignificant,...
like i'm seeing for the first time.
me: ecclesiastes 3:1-8.
eric: one of my favorite passages ever.
me: i need to know i'm not alone. i need to know that the whole world is not a loaded gun. because that's how i feel. i'm so anxious. i hate the pressure of having to figure out my life. what do i do, eric?
eric: pray, erin. like you're seeing God for the first time. just pray.
me: i don't even know what to tell him.
eric: everything.
me: do you think he hears?
eric: every word and more.
me: what if i don't even know where to start?
eric: start here.
me: here would be nice, if i knew where i was.
eric: ask God. that's where you start.
