You're going to do what you're going to do, even if it breaks my heart. There's not much I can do about that. It will just eat you alive and misery will become your closest friend, it will never stop haunting you until you close yourself off to your sinful desires. The pain you've caused will never disappear, that scar is here for good. You should've thought twice of the love you promised so true before you stuck the knife through my chest. Now Christ is left to clean up the mess, to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart, broken and torn apart. Maybe next time you'll remember me and your hearty claims of love when you play next to the fire pit. Don't fall in..

Back to the roots.

Today Matthew and I set up a clothesline. I miss the way it was growing up with my Dad, so we have gone to old roots and new habits. (Besides the dryer breaking.) It's one wonderful feeling saving money and living a bit more resourcefully off the grid. Next step will be the garden and learning how to can! I would love to get an old manual washer too and save even more on electricity. More so just that feeling of becoming self sustaining and going back to old ways of living off the land. Now if only Matt and I could have our dream farm house/cabin out in the country with some beautiful land!

Joyfully sun-kissed with new hope.. :)

Spring is beautiful beyond words; graceful and awakening. I have been so renewed, refreshed and restored with the greening of the grass and the budding of the trees today. The winter can only bring so much inclement frigid ruin! Spring has just reached out and stirred my heart, and awoken new life within; the second wind; restoration of the soul. Praying for new life within all of you this evening, that you may be so deeply stirred to restoration and passionate new beginnings!

Nothing like a good old Iowa thunderstorm to soothe the soul. Isn't it ever so interesting how we find peace in the midst of a storm, how we attain peace and quiet from a loud robust thunderstorm? There is nothing quite like hearing the babble of the rain resonating on your rooftop. I must admit that I still catch myself leery of the blatant and rambunctious thunder that always instills a healthy fear/respect for lightening and the power it beholds. I miss North Dakota summer thunderstorms at Grandma's. Nothing, absolutely nothing beats waking up to the thunder on a warm but cool summer night and standing by the window sill admiring the storm rolling through over the fields with such might and grace. I am and forever will be a country girl at heart! The mountains are majestic and wondrous, but North Dakota is the one place I would move to in a heartbeat. It's the one place I feel at home forevermore. I definitely cannot wait until I get to go see my Daddy here this summer/fall. After his stroke I have just been so much more in tune with myself and my heart. It really did a number on me and restored as well as transformed some things within. I have been meaning to blog lately but just haven't gotten around to it. I hope your night is well and relaxed, or your morning very joyful and abounding in peace of mind and heart!