Lost But Found

I wonder what it is like to know where you are going. To know that you are on a path towards the one thing that you were made to do. Living completely unashamed and unaware of the opposition all around you, and not to hear the voices of those who see you as someone different than who you are. This is the life that I want. I want to live only hearing His voice, crystal clear. Oh, what it must be like to wake up each morning and be certain of not only yourself, but the God who made you. I know that these things are attainable, yet I find it difficult to fight the comfort of uncertainty. I need prayer. Lots of it.

Beautiful moment: Waking up this morning, knowing that I get to live another day on this earth. <3

A life entirely not my own

This is living. This is what it means to open and close your eyes, to inspire and expire, to rise and to fall. The constant tug-of-war between love and loathing, honesty and dishonesty, happiness and sadness, yet still remember joy at day's end. Through every moment, finding peace in knowing there are things I don't see, but are still there. Knowing that somehow I am not the only one in the bigger picture and that I am still loved completely and totally. These are the things that help me to remember that my life, though it is not my own, is lived with more love and joy than could ever be expected.

Beautiful moment: a young girl (must have been 3) walking down the streets of NY in front of her mother, completely confident of where she was going and who she was, with her Afro bouncing with each step. Just gorgeous.