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Watching. 
#fatherfriday
I’m not sure if that’s a thing but I’m making it one. This is my awesome dad. He took #thejames and me out on his boat Wednesday and we had a blast! I’m so blessed by him and his love of adventure. This man defines so much of who I am and what I have and will accomplish. I love him very much. 
#daddy #emeraldisle #northcarolina #theboattimes #boatpeople #island #beach #latergram #sunshine

Watching.
#fatherfriday
I’m not sure if that’s a thing but I’m making it one. This is my awesome dad. He took #thejames and me out on his boat Wednesday and we had a blast! I’m so blessed by him and his love of adventure. This man defines so much of who I am and what I have and will accomplish. I love him very much.
#daddy #emeraldisle #northcarolina #theboattimes #boatpeople #island #beach #latergram #sunshine

The Lord has a lot to say to us about being still. From allowing Him to fight for us to simply knowing His character, we are reminded that there is great value in simply stopping. 

Take the time to be still.

The Lord has a lot to say to us about being still. From allowing Him to fight for us to simply knowing His character, we are reminded that there is great value in simply stopping.

Take the time to be still.

Full moon near Boone. 
Most of my favorite memories involve a night spent outside (sleeping or otherwise).
 I am so enjoying the nights sitting on the porch staring at the mountains. The smell of campfire and dirt (sand doesn’t count) and damp leaves fills me up with joy and contentment I find nowhere else. 
God surely made me for the mountains.

Full moon near Boone.
Most of my favorite memories involve a night spent outside (sleeping or otherwise).
I am so enjoying the nights sitting on the porch staring at the mountains. The smell of campfire and dirt (sand doesn’t count) and damp leaves fills me up with joy and contentment I find nowhere else.
God surely made me for the mountains.

"Can you raise your voice to the clouds and cover yourself with a flood of water? Do you send lightning bolts on their way? Do they report to you, ‘here we are’?"
-Job 38:34-36

A line of thunderstorms hanging on the edge of the sound makes me feel so small. In that smallness I can meditate on how HUGE The Lord is. His might makes me feel safe. When the world throws struggles my way, I know that my God is bigger and allowed me to suffer and thrive in joy to His glory. 

#amen #summer #whpsolstice #socality #l4k #sunset #sound #water #storm #emeraldisle

"Can you raise your voice to the clouds and cover yourself with a flood of water? Do you send lightning bolts on their way? Do they report to you, ‘here we are’?"
-Job 38:34-36

A line of thunderstorms hanging on the edge of the sound makes me feel so small. In that smallness I can meditate on how HUGE The Lord is. His might makes me feel safe. When the world throws struggles my way, I know that my God is bigger and allowed me to suffer and thrive in joy to His glory.

#amen #summer #whpsolstice #socality #l4k #sunset #sound #water #storm #emeraldisle

(Source: bhamgirlinherownlittleworld)

I am expendable.

Amen and amen.

"He who was seated on the throne said, ‘I am making everything new!’l
Revelation 21:5

Let us praise Christ, who’s life was not taken from Him rather given up by His own power. While He could have stopped at any moment, He endured beating, death on the cross, and separation from God. He became our sacrificial lamb and destroyed the temple so we would not have to pay the penalty for our brokenness.
Today, Good Friday, marks His death. Remember His promises, because that is not the end of the story… #goodfriday #glory #cross #socality #new #praisetheLord #gospel

"He who was seated on the throne said, ‘I am making everything new!’l
Revelation 21:5

Let us praise Christ, who’s life was not taken from Him rather given up by His own power. While He could have stopped at any moment, He endured beating, death on the cross, and separation from God. He became our sacrificial lamb and destroyed the temple so we would not have to pay the penalty for our brokenness.
Today, Good Friday, marks His death. Remember His promises, because that is not the end of the story… #goodfriday #glory #cross #socality #new #praisetheLord #gospel

Running is as much an exercise of the mind as it is the body. This can be said for many things in life. 

Words on the picture are from a person on Facebook who commented on a friend’s status. 

#lessonsfromrunning #runwild #run #learning

Running is as much an exercise of the mind as it is the body. This can be said for many things in life.

Words on the picture are from a person on Facebook who commented on a friend’s status.

#lessonsfromrunning #runwild #run #learning

Tax season. 
Everyone loves to hate it. Myself included. But paying my taxes this year has been a humbling experience. And while it would be easy to be pessimistic and complain, here is my glass-half-full perspective:
My taxes will go to a military brat like me, so they can go to college debt free. They will be received by military families who say goodbye too much, and to gold star families who’s farewells outnumbered their reunions. They will go to this new health care system so that someone who needs medical care can finally get it, so the child who’s parents couldn’t afford a pediatrician can be cared for. They go to the single mom, who is working and going to school and needs help feeding her family. They go to the veteran who wants to learn something new. They go to the first responders, who risk their lives regularly for people they don’t know. They go to education, to help raise the future of this country. 


We don’t all agree on the uses of our hard-earned money. It can hurt to let it go (believe me, I understand!) But there is good here. There will always be bad, always be greedy, selfish people. But there will ALWAYS be good. After all, anything I steward was never mine to begin with. I’m blessed to have the means to give so much. 

Give to Caesar what is Caesar’s, and allow the Spirit of joy to abide in you. 

#socality #taxes #taxseason #joy #peace #thanksgiving #optimist #smile

Tax season.
Everyone loves to hate it. Myself included. But paying my taxes this year has been a humbling experience. And while it would be easy to be pessimistic and complain, here is my glass-half-full perspective:
My taxes will go to a military brat like me, so they can go to college debt free. They will be received by military families who say goodbye too much, and to gold star families who’s farewells outnumbered their reunions. They will go to this new health care system so that someone who needs medical care can finally get it, so the child who’s parents couldn’t afford a pediatrician can be cared for. They go to the single mom, who is working and going to school and needs help feeding her family. They go to the veteran who wants to learn something new. They go to the first responders, who risk their lives regularly for people they don’t know. They go to education, to help raise the future of this country.


We don’t all agree on the uses of our hard-earned money. It can hurt to let it go (believe me, I understand!) But there is good here. There will always be bad, always be greedy, selfish people. But there will ALWAYS be good. After all, anything I steward was never mine to begin with. I’m blessed to have the means to give so much.

Give to Caesar what is Caesar’s, and allow the Spirit of joy to abide in you.

#socality #taxes #taxseason #joy #peace #thanksgiving #optimist #smile

“[The demons] make you want to run through the jungle, baby," he said happily, "cover countryside at a clip, slide by in the night like a scuttling cloud." His eyes had the faraway cast, but his voice quavered in mock solemnity like a Southern tent evangelist. Sensing genuine interest, he picked up the tempo.
“They make you bolt awake in the middle of the night with an involuntary shot of your own true adrenaline, ready to run a hundred miles; we’re talking when you’re there, now, really there, four-minute shape or better. They make you jittery with the smell of forest, ready to hurdle fallen trees, run down game, leave gore in the bushes…”
Her eyes widened.
“And then when you get them all reined in”-he looked at her fiercely-“they make you lay back in the back, coasting three laps on an old melody…and then they make you wail out of the final turn and blow the last…straightaway like the midnight train to hell!”
—From Once a Runner, by John L. Parker, Jr.
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