i feel like my life is a constant battle between being the creative that my soul wants to be, the dreamer my heart wants to be, and the realist that my scars remind me to be. Jesus, who am i?
miss my guitar and piano back home. i kind of need them. we were pretty close.
here’s some honesty for you. it’s been what, 2 years? and i am just letting myself realize how much i miss my grandmommy. i miss dressing up in her old lady sweaters, trying on all of her jewelry, watching her put her makeup on, weeding out the rock garden with her, and sneaking under the barbed wire fence to pick her fresh buttercups.
and my grandfather is still here, but he might as well be lost, too. so i don’t have either of you. or the ignorance that your lives were blissful, but Jesus heals. and my prayers now rest with you, and battle with his heart. Grandmommy, this one’s for you. And Jesus, don’t leave him alone.
hahah i absolutely did. you know me too well!
i agree! and when i come back it will be summer. perfect timing? haha
we will have adventures yet! enjoy the lovely tennessee spring for me! <3
but this was just WAYYY too funny not to.