It's About Time...

For a list of ten things that have been making me happy as of late...

1. Amos Lee Pandora. Delicious to my ears.
2. Kinfolk magazine. : )))
3. Health-- So long 15ish lbs.
4. Colossians 2:6-13. Amen and amen.
5. Dallas Morning News crosswords and friends that do them.
6. Biology class. Seriously, dudes.
7. Planned coffee date with my favorite Kelsey.
8. The drive home. Prime music time.
9. Homemade granola-- How many times will it make the list???
10. Christmas coffee mugs. : ) But not tacky ones...

I'm heading home soon. But first, dinner with sweet, sweet women. Have a happy Thanksgiving, you guys!

Singing These Words Tonight:

At the stars in the night, I wonder
At Your lightning in the sky, I shudder
Your glory is a blanket that covers
Every living thing
I’m in awe at the majesty of who You are
Your love is a seal burnt inside my heart
All of the days I want to be where You are
Holy Father

And it feels like there’s not enough praise inside of me
With all these words, all my heart can sing is holy
You are holy

Jesus Christ
You bled Your love, laid down Yourself
And gave me life
In naked shame You hung and You were lifted high
Here I lay in awe and wonder
I am afraid
For no one’s ever sacrificed and loved me this way
So on my face I fall under Your heavy grace
Here I lay in awe and wonder
And I wonder

Listen here.

Sneak Peek...

My lack of writing is sad.

But, here is a sneak preview of me playing model for my dear friend, Hannah, if only to keep your anxious hearts waiting for the day I do write again.

I just like the darn skirt a lot, okay?
Check back later for more.
AND HAVE A HAPPY WEEK, loves.

Andy Grammer in Austin, TX

A fam jam in Austin, TX to see this guy totally happened. Thanks to my dad for being the official photog!

If you get the chance to see Andy live, totally do it. Worth. Every. Penny. I'm already saving my pennies for next time!

That Time I Turned 21...

Here's what I love about my twenty-first birthday: I remember every single minute about it. Here are some pictures from the day...

Twenty-one, I love you so far.

Edit:// And this happened just a couple of days before.

Twenty-One

I am twenty-one today. 21. Twenty plus one! Either way you say it, it's weird. And either way you write it, I'm officially a twenty-something, one of my wildest dreams realized. I sat down to write and sing last night, pondering what this twenty-first year of my life will be like and dreaming of the coming days, of what I will do, where I will go, and who I will love. And yet I couldn't contemplate the future without considering the past, my past, marked by a resounding theme- He is faithful.

He is faithful.

For twenty years, He has known me, and my soul delights in this truth. My soul longs to be known, and my heart desires to be perceived and established in another's. Yes, He has known me for twenty years, but He also knew me before I was ever an idea or a possibility, when my body was still unformed. All the days ordained for me were written in His book before one of them came to be.

For twenty years, He has pursued me, gently wooing me to Himself. He has invited me into His presence and bound my heart to His. I crave intimacy, closeness, understanding, and He has delivered through the sweetness of His Word and Holy Spirit. He has allured me, led me into the desert, and spoken tenderly to me. 

For twenty years, He has loved me, but the greatest act of love that He has shown happened thousands of years ago- the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Because of His death and resurrection, I have life and life abundantly. The Author of my salvation, the Lord of all creation, fully man, and fully God hung beneath the weight of my sin, died, and gloriously rose to life. He was pierced for my transgressions and crushed for my iniquities.

I am twenty-one. And I will forever be in awe of His faithfulness.

 **Yay, twenty-one! I'm excited to meet you!
And happy birthday, John Mayer.

Eagerly Awaiting His Arrival

And then they will see the Son of Man coming in clouds with great power and glory. Mark 13:26
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I remember going into my parent's closet as a little girl to smell my dad's sweatshirts when he was at work. Sometimes even wearing one seemed to soothe my little girl sadness and reminded me that dad would be home again. And he always was. I missed him so much, anticipated his coming home with each trip, and bounded towards the door when I heard his car in the driveway.

Laying in bed last night, I remembered this little fact about my childhood and smiled. I smiled because although my earthly father is wonderful, my heavenly Father is beyond wonderful. I smiled because like I always knew my dad would return, I know that Jesus will one day return and this maddening world will be in complete submission to Him. As I lay there, I asked myself, if I longed for my earthly father to return, how much more should I be longing for my heavenly Father to return?

And so I eagerly await His arrival. 
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I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for Hope to come for me...