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Floating sunshine.

That’s how I felt the day after my fiancé proposed.

My feet didn’t touch the ground.

They levitated.

My heart didn’t beat.

It vibrated and fluttered.

My blood was gone.

Replaced with what felt like warm honey.

My heart pumped sweetness throughout my body.

Until all of my internal organs were coated in love.

I was floating sunshine.

And this floating sunshine began to move significantly.

When God moves us from one season of life to another, the transition is always compelling.

Like autumn trees discard their leaves before the ice of winter, in His omniscience, God prepares us for what’s ahead.

Growth happens in places that were thought to be matured.

Blind spots are given sight.

Love and effort become two sides of the same coin.

And discovery is inevitable and constant.

As Jesus draws the line between the former and the next, we experience the swings and pivots that come with His action.

It’s His grooming so that we can flourish and serve Him greater in our next position

Learning to let God train me for new territory

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In two hundred and twenty-five days,

I will be a wife

A fact that is nothing short of amazing

My romance is a ballad composed by Jesus

Written in His perfect will

Arranged in His perfect timing

And oh, how I love to sing along to it

It is the theme song to the start of my day

The background music to my thoughts

And it is the soundtrack for my new journey

Surely, the Giver of life is the Giver of good gifts

I can attest as a grateful recipient

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“But at the beginning of creation God ‘made them male and female.’

‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife,and the two will become one flesh.’ 

So they are no longer two, but one flesh. 

Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.”

-Mark 10:6-9

Tis The Season

I’ve been away for a while.

Adapting, 

Folding my life into neater sections.

Amending, 

Transforming block lettered hope into calligraphic reality.

Adjusting, 

Retiring from the snug warmth of what was

To reside in the tingly shiver of what may be…

…and what will be…

…and what is.

The final quarter of 2014 was a dramatic experience. 

A reminder of a few things.

Of God’s love.

His provision.

Most especially, His faithfulness. 

A season is changing.

Preparing for 2015. 


“Look, the winter is past,
    and the rains are over and gone.
The flowers are springing up,
    the season of singing birds has come,
    and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air.
The fig trees are forming young fruit,
    and the fragrant grapevines are blossoming.”

-Song of Solomon 2:11-13

Bleeding Gums

There are times when a vocalist tries too hard.

She stretches the word “tree” for 14 minutes.

He breaks a sentence into a million and one runs.

A choir drags a chorus until the words are unintelligible.

Whenever I encounter these moments,

Be it in the middle of an A and B selection or a jazz concert,

I think of one thing:

Bleeding Gums Murphy

This is one of the highlights from my childhood, watching Bleeding Gums’ uncontested rendition of “The Star Spangled Banner”: