all that Memory loves the most.

i really love old or abandoned houses. there is something so beautiful and majestic about what used to be. i have this poem by Lord Byron that i love and i wish i was really deep and could completely understand it, but i can’t. but somehow it resonates with me and i think it goes…

the reason for the prodigal’s parable.

not having cracked open a Bible in a year other than to do my greek homework in the ancient text used to make me feel awful. but i’ve learned that even if you step back from him for a little while, or a long while, you always find your way back. and its usually much…

there is peace for our souls.

if there is anything that preparation for this summer has taught me, it is that i am a control monster. oh wait, i already knew that.packing is an absolute mess. i have lists and lists of what to bring and what not to bring, but they don’t seem to be helpful. the one thing they…

i want to live in a world of color.

i want to live in a world of color,where gray becomes yellow and red seeps through the cracks and the holes.where white is not white- but light;and blue reaches deep to my soul. i want to live in a world of color,where the rain brings new life to the green,the colors around me enfold me,…

no such thing as payback.

all i have for today is some verses i came across the other day. i have heard them before in a song and even read them a time or two: He does not treat us as our sins deserve or repay us according to our iniquities. For as high as the heavens are above the…