Hear My children and know that I am the Lord your God. I will never forget you. Look at the trees and know that I am there. Feel the wind and know that I am speaking. You have heard My voice and yet you forget it. 

You forget My provision and My plan for your life. But I have bought you at a great price so that we could be together. When you hear Me again you will remember My love for you. My children if you remember nothing else remember My love. Remember that I chose you not because of anything you could offer Me but because I love you. And remember that I continue choosing you today.

Hello fall, meet Samantha.

The Truth That Hurts

This is one of those songs that says goodbye

That is thrown away because of pain

Not even given a second glance

Because goodbye is too permanent,

And I don't do permanent,

I keep things surface level

Because I'm not gonna hurt

I'm not gonna care

That way when you say goodbye 

I don't even have to give a sad contemplative sigh

Because I won't mind,

Or at least that's what I'll tell you,

I'll tell you I don't care 

And that I will shed no tears over your memory,

If I even decide to keep memories of you,

And you might even believe my hard exterior

And my nonchalant ways

But the truth--

The truth is I feel too much

And my heart will ache with your goodbye

And I will cry,

But I will wait until you leave

Because I try to be tough

And I try to build wall that you can't climb

When really I've made it so I can't climb out,

And so is this my future behind a wall?

Never having to say goodbye,

But never given the opportunity to say hello...

My Thoughts in a Day

My life is getting personal

In real tangible ways

That feel like soft breezes on cloudy days

And late night walks

With autumn colored tree lined paths

Leading to a cup of tea

And a warm embrace

With songs ringing through my ears

In a fall that feels like winter

Living in a place that is not home

Hoping to make it feel like home

Knowing that home feels like you

But trying not to let my mind wander that far

Throwing those thoughts off this bridge

Because it might be high enough to kill them

But my heart is invested in the future

And I can almost reach out and touch it

If I don't over analyze it first

"Set Up"

With a quick breath in

And one last look

Holding on possibly too long

Little did you know

What they were all anticipating

Getting set up 

To fail miserably

Or to change lives

No longer just an innocent evening

Two outcomes but

Only one is truly wanted.

Hanging On

The more I'm bought the less I cost. 

And I've been bought a few times. 

I've been bought by people who would throw me away 

when they got what they needed or 

when I wouldn't give them what they wanted. 

I've been bought by people who thought they loved me, 

but grew out of their love for me. 

I've been bought by people whom I thought I loved, 

but then I grew out of my love for them. 

Being bruised and cut bringing baggage wherever I go 

pained with the honesty I must profess. 

Hanging on the blessing of forgiveness 

and the promise of a hope and a future. 

Knowing that being bought can be beautiful 

if placed in hands that don't grow weary or tired with me and my baggage. 

Holding on to the hope that love can exist.  

Autumn mornings allow wool sweater to come 

out of the trunk and be thrown on,

as the tea kettle whistles

filled with lavender tea

that echos over the hard wood floors

while being

"a sweet autumn green eyed girl"

echos back in sweet give and take

like the sun trying to gain ground

over the impending clouds of winter