Monday, June 15, 2015

Our True Colors



All of us start fresh, like a new crayon in a brand new box.

Pristine, new..perfectly shaped, wonderfully made.

Different in some ways.. yes, but still quite similar to each other.

And then.. a funny thing happens...

LIFE

It hits us all at different angles. We're rubbed, bumped, bruised.. We get mixed with lots of people and things who can for a time change us slightly. Some things make us brighter for a time and others make us dingy and dark. Sometimes in the darkest of times things weigh so heavily on us that we literally break under the weight.. we crack and we crumble.



Sometimes the things that change us make us unrecognizable. Layers of us might be seemingly ripped away until someone who cares enough has to scratch at the surface to see the boldness and the color underneath. But none of these things have to stop us.



In a culture where we can become so wrapped up ourselves and so trapped in our own little bubbles of Facebook and Instagram we lose sight of the beauty that is already around us. We lose sight of the treasures we ALREADY have in each other. We throw a filter over our lives and sometimes we don't let people see what's really beneath them. We forget how beautiful it is to be raw and real with someone; how putting yourself out there often leads to the closest of friendships. Often we don't ask how people truly are. We tend to toss aside a casually thrown out answer and take it for fact.. and in doing so I believe we often lose the opportunity to be something BIGGER. To show them that they still have beauty & color.



We may be broken, and bruised.. we may be dingy and discolored but the
fact is that somewhere beneath all of that our true colors can still
shine through.We may no longer be the brightest or boldest crayon in the
box but we DO have color. We have purpose. And usually all we need to
shine through that darkness is each other. When someone cares enough to
pull back the layers and dig deeper.. let them.. and make a point to be the kind of person who picks up that broken, dingy crayon and discovers what beauty is hiding underneath the surface.


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Thursday, May 14, 2015

It's A WonderFULL Life

 How is it possible that it's been a year since I have blogged?! I suppose that as it is with so many other things, time tends to get away from us. It's surprising how days can turn to weeks and weeks can turn to months so quickly, but I consider myself blessed to have a life so full that I let things such as this go forgotten. However, I truly do LOVE to blog and along the way I have collected lots of little things that I haven't yet had time to share! I hope to make some time for this blog on a more regular basis so that I can put all of those little things to use. :) If you were reading before I hope that you will again!

Life surprises us.
It's truly as simple as that. I've never considered myself to be someone that takes what I have for granted and I think (I hope) that most people would agree... but every so often life gives us a little push. Over the past year (and even more over the past couple months) I seem to be continually reminded of how blessed I am and how much I have to be thankful for.

A few weeks ago 17 people crowded into our tiny one bedroom apartment to study the bible. I scurried around grabbing chairs and finishing the dinner I had prepared and I will admit that for a moment I panicked at the turnout. As people began shuffling through the line and finding a comfortable place to sit I looked around hopeful that all had found a place to land and let myself take it all in. It's easy to look at a crowded room and lose yourself in the worry that it is far too crowded or that the food won't stretch quite far enough... but in that moment life pushed me. God pushed me; and for once I let myself stop and feel the joy of the moment.

A few years ago I was browsing a local art show and came across a magnet that I instantly fell in love with. It very simply stated
          "May our house always be too small to hold all our friends".
To the people who know me well, I'm sure it's no surprise that I cried when I found it. And yes.. I cry easily.. but, how fundamentally TRUE is that statement? May our lives always be so FULL and so rich that we struggle to fit everything in. Isn't it really just as simple as that? I'm am endlessly blessed by the people in my life.. and sometimes life is insanely busy. Sometimes I fall into bed far too late for the early morning ahead of me.. but that's me. I love the FULL and overflowing life that I live an all of the people in it. I wouldn't trade those things for the world.

 A week or so ago my sister tagged me in an Instagram post from my favorite blogger.. Carrie Grace and the post talked about having the kind of friends who were "late nights and coffee in the morning" and I thought the sentiment was beautiful. I hope that I am always the kind of person that people will reach out to in that way. I truly believe that our lives are most beautiful when we live them to the fullest... and when you are brimming with GOODNESS and happiness it's much much harder to be brought down.



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