Saturday, November 21, 2015

Volcano 01: The Creation // Photo Essay

Isaiah 54:10

I know you're worn, dear. 
So am I. 
I know you feel broken, and so helpless and small compared to the troubles of the world. but, my child, I am here. I am alive, and I have come to save you. Do not break with this world. do not fall between the cracks or get buried in the crowd of others who only walk with the current. Blind and unaware, that I am here. Focus on the beauty that I have braided into the world. the beauty I formed from the very hope that lives inside of you. Keep your head up, my dear. keep your eyes on me. For there isn't much use in staring at the dirt that covers the ground. Give me it all. Give me your sad, your weak, your broken, all the ugly feelings that fill your weary soul. for I am here to carry them all. To hold them on my broad shoulders and to carry you along the way. to hold your shaking hands. I know your tired, dear. this journey hasn't been an easy one. but I am here. and I love you.

I've been so stressed and ill lately. A few days ago, I decided to listen to some music and simply write. Then these words simply began to flow from me. I couldn't stop typing until the urge to type stopped and this was the result. I think people feel the holy spirit in different ways. Some may find it in listening to music, speaking, singing, praying, etc. But for me it's writing. It is how I speak and how God has chosen to speak through me at times. Thank you for listening. <3