the lie of perfectionism
I saw someone from high school...that still looked just as beautiful as she did almost three decades ago. I know looks are superficial, but I was gutted.
the reminder of pearls
๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ, สแดแดสสส ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ฆ๐. . . I was pretty sure that she had it ๐๐๐ together and had life figured out. I took her ๐๐๐ก-๐ ๐-๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ advice and slowly started changing the core of who I was to fit โ๐๐ ideals; I thought thatโs what good girls do, you know? Our relationship was still fairly new and I watched her closely. She knew how to carry a room with her laughter, hadโฆ
friends that love
Itโs been a heavy week. It couldnโt be polished pretty or wrapped in a bow. This week, I needed to kneel.
name it holy
The words ๐ฃ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ค๐ก๐ฎ have been germinating around in my head for a few years. I think itโs because there have been poignant moments in my life where only the supernatural can fully receive the credit. Moments that I was privileged to witness what happened. Experiences that canโt be explained otherwise.โฃโฃ
โฃThis morning was one of those moments. โฃโฃ