[ g.i. joe-ing ]

I'm sporadically available. sometimes here, sometimes gone, and I'm not just talking about my mental faculties. know that if I don't respond, or if you don't see posts, it's not because I've lost any love for you.. it's just because I'm not exactly working a nine to five anymore.

that being said, I've missed you all--though I must admit I've missed writing even more. (:

welcome back, self.

| new inkkkk |

got some new ink this past sunday.

{ "kgotso" means peace in sesotho, the language of the tribe that I worked with in south africa. }

peace is so multifaceted. it’s a state of quiet and tranquility, calm, repose, freedom from disturbance. cessation of war. public quiet, order, and contentment.. in obedience to law. “exemption from, [...]

| a hearty dose of honesty |

if you’re not going to take this seriously, read no further. this is one of those moments where I bare a small bit of the trash I usually try to keep so hidden. and I don’t share these things lightly. I write it out loud because it’s cathartic. because I don’t usually do the sensitive girl [...]

| bring the rain |

{ God gives the lonely a home. He leads prisoners out with joy, but those who turn against God will live in a dry land. God, you led your people out when you marched through the desert. The ground shook and the sky poured down rain before God, the God of Mount Sinai, before God, [...]

| thrive africa |

this organization gave me more in a single year than I got from 11 years of church.

their vision is simple. disciple believers, equip leaders, and strengthen the church. they work in the most desolate schools in South Africa, a country where 1 in 4 people are HIV+ and every minute a South African dies of AIDS.

they’re [...]

| deliberate & declarative |

these verses left me breathless today.

but Zion said, “The Lord has forsaken me, the Lord has forgotten me.”

“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; [...]

| ke a o rata, modimo |

this isn’t for you, dear reader, so disregard at will. I wrote a love poem for my King today, in church. here ’tis.

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your voice frees me.
lightens my burden,
looses my chains,
and opens my tightly shut eyes.
father, your joy surges
through my bones,
your beauty beckons
to the ugliness of my heart,
your mercy drops me
to bruised knees.
and your love..
king, your love [...]

| overcomplicated |

we complicate simple things. we fabricate reasons why we can’t have what we want, and why we can’t do things that we actually want to do. we complicate prayer, love, grace, mercy, and God. see, by complicating it, we give ourself an excuse for not understanding or pursuing it. we give ourselves an out, by pretending [...]

| losing it |

{ warning: this is probably going to be hard to follow and a tad scattered. here’s my apology in advance. *shrug* sorry. }

people have always sat across from me and told me that I was incredibly focused for my age. they told me that I was mature, thoughtful, and really knew where I was headed. then they [...]

| thank God |

…thank God for small mercies.

i’mma be honest. there are lots of small things that cheer me. lots of tiny, seemingly insignificant things, words, and moments that I don’t give credit to, but that round out the harsh edges of my heart and bring a fragment of color where there was only ugly shades of [...]

| why not me? |

sometimes I get really spiritually frustrated. well, who doesn’t? but as of late, my main internal frustration has been petty, childish, selfish, and just plain stupid.

I was frustrated that I saw God answering everyone else’s prayers but my own.

but then God’s love began to overwhelm me. we were singing a song in church [...]