curly Q

curly Q with a ponytail, she was light and free as the breeze.
her wild imagination carried her to places we could only dream of.
she tried her best to take us there,

but our minds could not quite comprehend the beauty she saw...

her face was glowing, the light not her own,

and her strength seemed far greater than anything we had seen before.
her innocence was evident; her soul was pure.

she trusted easily and asked for nothing but love in return..

we begged her to come along with us; she resisted.
she still had fields to run, worlds to see, true love to find and give away.
a few hundred cartwheels and somersaults later,

we wondered if her story would still be the same...

her dreams and plans had not been hindered with loss,

with heartbreak, with unrequited love, with death.. until now.
the colors outside did not appear as lively to her.
the heaviness weighing on her seemed to be pressing her spirit down

and crushing the pieces of her heart that remained..

once so full, now fragile..
the wholeness of her childhood had seemed to vanish

as the wind of change shaped her into someone new.
now uncertain, she longed for her first Love.
she had tasted a sip of earthly love, and it was not nearly as sweet as her First...

He had been the one in her dreams of old,

showing her the beauty within her.
as she ran the fields, she knew His love for her, if described by numbers,

was abundantly more than the blades of grass

that brushed her heels as she skipped on.
His songs to her would be stuck in her head the entire day,

until inevitably, she would sing them back to Him as an offering..

the world stripped her of the only joy she knew,

and she was set on winning Him over.
she did not know that her Love had been there through it all.
better than that, He was chasing her..knowing she would remember...

the sense of freedom..
the satisfaction of knowing Love and Love returning the favor..

and even more.. the feeling of letting her curls down and laughing

as the breeze tickled her face and He refreshed her, more than ever before..

(c) 2008

beauty is created before our eyes.

i went to the beach this past weekend, so here's a few pictures i took with my phone. even though i didn't take my camera, the other four girls came prepared. i actually didn't forget mine, i just knew Whitney was coming along. i love having pictures, and if someone else is willing to take them... even better.

sunset... and paratrooper?

the beach'll getcha..

Whitney and Jenna... sorry, guys..

we love the sunset

oh, aviators.

glory

for i am sick with love

i am yours, beloved, and your desire is for me
i am sick with love

i could begin to imagine the pounding of your
heartbeat as you drew me closer
step by step, walking toward you,
it felt more like home by the second
your eyes followed me the entire way,
just waiting for me to look up
when i did, i caught your glance
and it beckoned me to continue onward

the more space i covered,
the easier it was for me to trust you
though the distance hid the fullness of
your beauty, your shadow was enough
it was not dark as the others but radiating
with the light that hovered around you
colors i had never seen before,
all distinct, unable to be described or understood

i finally got to you, and as i reached out
my hand to touch you, you wept
not from sadness but out of joy,
for i had chosen you for my own
the praise i had offered up on the
journey here had not been in vain
as your glory surrounded and filled me,
i knew why i had come this far

you overwhelmed me, and i knew pure,
selfless love for the first time
i laid under your shadow with delight
as you raised your banner of love over me
although i was dark, you called me lovely
until the idea became truth to me
with your left hand under my head
and your right embracing me, i was secure

i fell asleep under your shade and rested,
peacefully, and upon waking, you had gone
your holiness no longer as real to me
but your presence still about me
i knew that you would be back,
that i would be walking toward you again soon
that on that day, my soul would be alive
again, forever, with you

i am yours, beloved, and you are mine
for i am sick with love
(c) 2008