my daddy used to call me “difficult” but i never meant to be. he was also the only person who could always get me to smile.
i can be brave and terrified in one breath.
i love the color grey for too many reasons to explain … but mostly because it is neither white or black.
i cry…. easily
i cuss… occasionally(ok, all the time)
i laugh…as much as possible
i CANNOT ever spell the word necessary the first time. seriously.
i spend too much time pondering life which some consider a waste.
my thoughts are mostly muddled because i think i’ve been writing a beautiful poem in my head for my whole life… but just now realized it.
i understand more fully how brokenness and wholeness run together at the same time…. because of Jesus.
here is where i want to put words to my thoughts and speak of matters of the heart. i haven’t always seen life as beautiful…until i learned to peel back the layers and lean in to listen. to hear the whisper of One who speaks to us in our darkest hours and lifts our gaze to Himself. then we get a glimpse, a taste of the beauty He is up to. strangely, it almost never looks like i thought it might.
i would love your thoughts, comments and to engage in conversation with you. and please forgive my writing for the incorrect punctuation or grammar. i can’t spell for shit either. thank you for taking the time to read my words about the spiritual journey and the longing to find God in the messes and beauty of life. this is my ode to the hunt and my attempt at offering my truest self , https://findinglifebeautiful.wordpress.com/2014/02/23/beauty-full/, by grace, jamie
oh yeah , i forgot to mention coffee. coffee. coffee. coffee. hot, black coffee is my favorite vice. so, pour a cup and let’s drink and read and ponder life together.
“there’s beauty all around our paths, if but our watchful eyes can trace it midst familiar things, and through their lowly guise”
Felicia D Hemans