When the world rejoices in another “victory” for things that are against the Bible and say “we’ve come such a long way.” I think yeah…we have…..
for my love
because we’d miss each other by inches and doorbells,
by walls decorated with old art and wallpaper and dusty shelves
i needed to find a way to you.
first i tried brooding in my room, but that quickly failed.
then i attempted to carry on as normal, but i couldn’t
find out what normal looked like.
so i treated myself to daydreams,
every warm thought laced up in the idea of you being here,
my imagination exceeds expectations
it is surreal but it’s what i want
and isn’t it nice that we get what we want in our dreams?
if i compiled a list of the happiest moments in my life,
it wouldn’t include moments spent in the limelight.
no, it would be the moments in-between when edifying conversations came sporadically past 2am,
when silence is more than enough and an embrace says it all.
happiness is laying on the sofa with family and hashing out life’s problems,
it is all the times God provided the perfect opportunity to teach and to be taught.
in my friendships it is in selfless love and the desire to both grow and mature in Christ.
it’s in the hair playing and hand-holding,
the laughs and thoughtful acts of
"Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,
Because He lives, all fear is gone,
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living just because He lives"
William J. Gaither
Somehow during finals, I am given the strength to carry on at this hour.
Does that ever happen to you?
After the rain,
it’s just the same
it’s still your name
I want to frame
The Men of Slight Hall just graced the women’s lounge of Dixon Hall with their joyous apparel and presence and singing Christmas carols upon request.
And you all think I’m stupid for attending a private Christian college…when I get little treats like this!!
I’m so freakin done with the
mommy ”pixie cut”
traffic gives me time to think
as i wiggle through lights and
pavement, i think and i think
mostly dreams, some deep
traffic is a blessing
traffic gives me time to think of
Keane as always is going to carry me home.
you met me in the middle.
Reunited. ”Oh, Em" you’re thinking. No, don’t worry. It’s not like that.
As hard as it is sometimes, I love this boy. He is my lighthouse, my trusting constellation, my moon, the beacon on which I can rely on.
Only a “human” with superpowers could ever love me for who I am. He has gone above and beyond, proving time and time again that love is compassion, it is selfless, ordinary, pure. Love is oftentimes an emotion, love is commitment, it is caring, humble, thoughtful, servanthood, bonded by the same hope in Christ Jesus our Lord.
And that is why he is my hero. My terrible, beautiful superhero.
It’s as if
you’re waiting for
the right time to
say the wrong thing.
bobbing and weaving
in and out from
a progression of
this and that.
a hoarder of cloistered
thoughts came through me
and i can’t escape
from their true meaning
it’s as if all of this
is really happening.
eyezoffyre asked: "A Favor"... this really got to me. exquisite writing, dear. <3 Samira..
oh thank you friend! I really appreciate it.