Sunday, April 28, 2013

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

What I'm waiting for:


As much as I find myself half-heartedly complaining about my single status, I'm not planning on changing it for just anyone. I'm holding out for a man who wants be a better man because of me and who inspires me to be a better woman. That's the kind of love worth twenty years of freedom.

That's the kind of love I deserve.

Always,
L.A.

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Sunday, April 21, 2013

"Laughter is the evidence that we’re still here, the proof that our tragedies will not define us forever. Laughter is the language of the survivor."
— Josh Riebock 

Friday, April 19, 2013

Pray.


Pray without ceasing. & no matter what darkness clouds our world I beg you, hold on to hope.
Always,
L.A.

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"'The times are bad! The times are troublesome!' This is what humans say. But we are our times. Let us live well and our times will be good. Such as we are, such are our times."
- St. Augustine

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Thursday, April 18, 2013

Note to self:

Perfection will always be out of reach.

& that's okay.

Sometimes you just gotta jump into things.
Close your eyes. Cross your fingers. Throw up a prayer that it'll all work out. Trust that it will. 
Stop over analyzing. Get messy. Live life.

Always,
L.A.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Starting with ourselves
we’ll change the world around us,
we will make it more.

Saturday, April 13, 2013


By God, I may be young, but I know how to love someone.
I may not know how to let someone love me, my imperfections and all,
but I pray some day soon I'll get the hang of it.

Always,
L.A.

Let them.

“Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.”
— Marc Hack  

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Finding your hope...


The turning point comes when one day you can look at them together, and although you still feel that pang for a moment, that's all it is anymore, a moment. You've found your hope again, and it's easier to remember that there will come a day when even that moment will cease to exist. Yesterday when you saw them together, so happy and full of life, you finally found yourself able to be happy for them.

When you look at them you no longer see what could have been, but what will be.

Someday. 

Maybe not today. Or tomorrow. Or next year, or the next five years, but someday you will meet a man who will do his best to make an honest woman out of you every day for the rest of your lives.

This I promise.

Always,
L.A.
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Sunday, April 7, 2013

"Rejoicing in ordinary things is not sentimental or trite. It actually takes guts. Each time we drop our complaints and allow everyday good fortune to inspire us, we enter the warrior’s world."
— Pema Chödrön

Friday, April 5, 2013

This is all I know:
I’ll never apologize
for loving too much.

Dear husband-to-be,


With the right amount of tenderness, even a touch as gentle as this, from you, will undo me.
Always yours,
me

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Fear of the dark

In order to find love you must take a risk and put yourself out there.
     This I realize.
     But just because you recognize something as truth doesn't make it any easier to put into practice.


I've put an invisible wall up around myself. (specifically my heart) Most don't realize it exists. I'm too gracious for the average person to see it. I will befriend any Tom, Dick, or Harry I happen to meet. But if for some reason I feel my walls begin to crumble or something causes the ground on which they stand to shift...

                      I run.
                         (metephorically.)
                         (....well for the most part.)


The possibility of letting someone in far enough for them to love me also comes with the threat of letting them in just enough for them to break me.


That brokenness, the darkness, that place where rejection and hurt lives,
              scares the living daylights out of me.

                                      For God's sake, I've always been afraid of the dark.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

A note to the man who will someday succeed in wooing me,

A helpful guide for winning me over and stealing my heart:
Take me to Barnes & Nobel. Browse the beautiful aisles with my fingers tangled in yours. Lead me to your favorite childhood book. Give me a glimpse of the little boy that is still a part of you. Buy a coffee for yourself and a caramel latte for me. Sit across from me at one of those tables hardly big enough for the books we've picked up to thumb through. Flash a grin that's just for me. Love Jesus. Don't take yourself to seriously. Make me laugh.

Until then,
me