I believe it is the moments

Tyler Knott, my goodness, you've done it again.

Always,
L.A.

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I keep trying to write these days.

But it always comes out the same.

Click. Click. Click.

I type out a couple of lines. I read them. Decide my words have lost the weight they once held back when I had time to write. Then while sitting on my keyboard my right pinky finds that downer the backspace key.

And yet again the screen is blank.

Always,
L.A.

Oh beautiful crazy life

I recently caved and blew my entire life savings (sadly this is only a slight exaggeration) on a Macbook Pro after my HP went and crashed on me...To put it nicely I'm still getting the hang of this thing.

Life's still incredibly busy. It honestly looks a little something like this during the week:
Wake up. Class. Do homework. Class. Class. Eat lunch. Do homework. (or just eat lunch while doing homework.) Class. Do homework. Work. Eat something. Do homework. Go to bed.
Wake up and repeat.

So I apologize, as much to myself as I do to you, for not writing lately.

I promise, it's on my list of things to do.

Always,
L.A.

Let us set the world on fire

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Fight against it all

We must fight against
half lives, broken promises,
ordinary love.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

& Here I am, about to drown in the chaos…

School is taking over my life. I haven’t had time to just sit and write in ages. I haven’t even read the wild and wily ways of a brunette bombshell in over a week. There is something seriously wrong with all of that.

I suppose it’s just part of life. These times of absolute craziness in which one has trouble even finding time to breathe. Yet I feel like they’re necessary.

To show us how strong we are.

To show us just how much we can accomplish. To show us how, even when there is not a chance in the world we could ever make it through this mess, God will get us through.

And so even though I’ve found myself on the verge of stress-filled tears a couple times this week,
I’m thankful for it all.

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”

When the waves get to rough and the chaos is about to drown me, it’s these words I cling to.
Without Him, I can do nothing.

Always,
L.A.

Is that you?

I catch myself wondering from time to time,
is the you I miss so much the you that is still under all of that junk?
Is that you still a mess of mischievous but beautifully honest eyes,
eyes that promised we’d always be in touch?
Is the you that still pulls on my heart strings,
the you that the tears that washed my face in mass were for?