appreciate the value of a pen.

a welcome release of emotions and thoughts, both wise and unwise, tumbling out through my fingers, pouring out through a lens.
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He blankets each new day with the invitation, ‘I am here.’
-Louie Giglio (at {how great thou art})


He blankets each new day with the invitation, ‘I am here.’
-Louie Giglio (at {how great thou art})

Streams in the Desert

catchabeene:

I do not ask that He must prove
His Word is true to me,
And that before I can believe
He first must let me see.
It is enough for me to know
`Tis true because He says’ tis so;
On His unchanging Word I’ll stand
And trust till I can understand.
─E. M. Winter.

|| Lets promise to be together again someday. To live in a big house and read fantastic books to each other late into the night, scheming up grand adventures.  (at {My Dear Ones})

|| Lets promise to be together again someday. To live in a big house and read fantastic books to each other late into the night, scheming up grand adventures. (at {My Dear Ones})

God is always seeking you. Every sunset. Every clear blue sky. Each ocean wave. The starry hosts of night. He blankets each new day with the invitation, ‘I am here.’

—Louie Giglio   (via sorakeem)

(Source: imawarriorpoet, via sorakeem)

Food for Thought

In February I had a dream. This morning God gave me the interpretation.

In my dream, a friend came to me with urgency and said, “Bailey! Bailey! The scribes in heaven are engraving who you are. They need to write it down…”

I had no idea what she meant until suddenly I was standing in heaven watching a group of angels. They were engraving names into stone. But they wouldn’t just write someone’s…

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Also, three cheers for this sweet city and it’s abundance of beautiful light.  (at {Washington D.C.})

|| Finishing up this month’s newsletter. Comment with your email if you’d like one :)

Also, three cheers for this sweet city and it’s abundance of beautiful light. (at {Washington D.C.})

|| missing this little sister of mine.

|| missing this little sister of mine.

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“I just couldn’t help myself. The gates were open and the hills were beckoning and everything was so green and fresh, and the Untersberg kept leading me higher and higher, as if it wanted me to go right through the clouds with it.” (at {Up in the Mountains})


“I just couldn’t help myself. The gates were open and the hills were beckoning and everything was so green and fresh, and the Untersberg kept leading me higher and higher, as if it wanted me to go right through the clouds with it.” (at {Up in the Mountains})

|| Hello sweet DC 😊 (at {Washington D.C.})

|| Hello sweet DC 😊 (at {Washington D.C.})

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 the road goes 
 ever on and on, 
 down from the door     
 where it began
•  (at {Up in the Mountains})


the road goes
ever on and on,
down from the door
where it began
• (at {Up in the Mountains})