Mary, did you know

that your Baby Boy would one day walk on water?

Mary, did you know

that your Baby Boy would save our sons and daughters?

Did you know

that your Baby Boy has come to make you new?

This Child that you delivered will soon deliver you.

Mary, did you know

that your Baby Boy will give sight to a blind man?

Mary, did you know

that your Baby Boy will calm the storm with His hand?

Did you know

that your Baby Boy has walked where angels trod?

When you kiss your little Baby you kissed the face of God?

Mary did you know…

The blind will see.

The deaf will hear.

The dead will live again.

The lame will leap.

The dumb will speak

The praises of The Lamb.

Mary, did you know

that your Baby Boy is Lord of all creation?

Mary, did you know

that your Baby Boy would one day rule the nations?

Did you know

that your Baby Boy is heaven's perfect Lamb?

The sleeping Child you're holding is the Great, I Am.

"Mary Did You Know?" - Mark Lowry

The last line of this song always gives me chills—what would it feel like to hold the Great, I Am? How incredible would it be to cradle the baby that would one day give His precious life to grant me the choice of a perfect and beautiful eternity with Him!? I imagine Mary must have felt some kind of electricity shoot through her when she looked at her Baby Boy. I think looking into the eyes of Jesus, heaven’s perfect Lamb, would emit unbelievably strong emotions.

To stare into the innocent eyes of a child in and of itself is one of the sweetest things left on earth—but imagine those precious eyes being the same ones that would hold the tears of painful torture born for you. Imagine those tiny hands being the same ones that would one day be pierced by nails, spilling His blood and making us pure and white as snow. Imagine those lips speaking words of wisdom to thousands of people who would gather to listen. Mary knew…she held her Savior.

Merry Christmas to all of you! I pray that we may all take the time to ponder the beauty of our selfless Savior this Christmas. Remember, today is not only the celebration of His birth, but also of our new life in Christ! Hoping that you all will spend some wonderful time with the people you love most in celebration of the greatest Gift ever to be given—an opportunity for a pure and hopeful life with Jesus!


"Artist" - In the Head or In the Blood?

Why do I call myself an artist? What gives me the right to assign this title to myself? For surely my skills haven’t developed enough to be given the name under the technical meaning of the word. In the last couple of weeks, I challenged myself to think about some things and come up with an answer to this question.

My first thought was to doubt the validity of the word as it applies to me. I dubbed myself as prideful and nearly ceased using the term for anyone who wasn’t at the peak of their game. I soon realized my fault as I took the time to really look at the people around me. A world of artistry caught me quite by surprise. I could see it—the sparkle that glimmers in the eyes of the creators when they construct something. It doesn’t even have to be a physical creation. Every time a mind fabricates a concept, every time imagination is tapped—when love is formed, or when an ultimate reality is created through perspective...artistry is at work.

I think at least a small amount of artistic vision is instilled in every human being—obviously, some carry more than others. I call myself an artist, because in my heart I feel creativity. I perceive that there is more to be made of life than what meets the naked eye. It’s not so much a physical skill, but a passion inside of my soul…a passion to take the elements of the earth and combine them in my mind to create my own vision.

Musings begin when the rich scent of brewing coffee meets my senses; when bright city lights glow on the horizon; when I witness a beautiful sunset stretching its arms upward in a final attempt to grace the earth with its warmth. We take things like this for granted every day, and yet I believe the mark of a true artist is when one can take ordinary situations and turn them into extraordinary sensations, dreams, and inspirations. External works of art are simply the expressions of our inner rapture for the envisioning of our imagination.

Our lives are a creation of the unrivaled Artist. Just as we draw inspiration from listening to the works of a composer or viewing the brush strokes of a painter, we should be ecstatic about all of the imagination and revelation that we can find in the artistry of our superlative Creator. He has forged a world of beauty and intrigue for us and my soul tells me to savor it—take the magnificent stimulus that He has provided and cherish it.

Who am I? I’m one who takes back the breath that was taken away by overwhelming ecstasy and expresses to the best of my ability what I see in my mind’s eye. My heartstrings play their gentle harmony to accompany the melodic chant of my soul’s voice, and the feelings I get in those moments of expression are what define me as an intricate design of the Creator…I am an artist.



I’m taking a break from my poetic antics today. The five year old inside of me has been unleashed with the help of the gorgeous snow blowing around my house in fancy clouds. Snow pulls me out of my thoughts and into the present moment. It brings a refreshing excitement for the day. At the first snow, my Christmas spirit always goes completely off the charts. The beautifully (and somewhat chaotically) decorated Christmas tree simply glows in my vision. The heart of the season bounces through me and gives me butterflies in my stomach.

This morning, when I woke up and saw the light dusting of snow on the ground and the ever growing amount that flew through the air, I literally jumped up and down and started laughing (of course, this was in the privacy of my bedroom where no one would be around to question my sanity). Snow is one of my favorite parts of the cold winter months. Curling up by a window where I can watch it fall with a cup of hot ginger tea and a book or virtual pen and paper (otherwise known as my laptop) always gives me this amazing feeling. It’s the same feeling that I had when I was little and curled up in my momma’s lap as she read me the Little House on the Prairie books or my personal favorite, “Miss Rumphius”, which we had affectionately re-titled “The Lupine Lady”.

Snow held such magic in my eyes when I was younger. It was as if the earth’s greatest beauty had unveiled itself. Sometimes, even if it’s not physically happening, you can feel your eyes sparkling with excitement and joy. When it snowed, I could always feel that—the thrill of something rare and amazing. The pure whiteness that covered my home encompassed my heart with its spritely life.

I hope as I grow older that feeling never goes away. As long as there is life to live, I hope that there is a twinkle of magic in my heart that shines ever brighter with the brilliance of the childlike excitement that I find in snow.


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A Promise Undefeated

Thanksgiving is here—I have to admit, my mind almost always skips over Thanksgiving and sprints straight to Christmas. I think the reason is that during Christmastime, I feel like all of the cares of the world have been lifted from my shoulders. For the blissful weeks that we celebrate this precious holiday, I can pretend to be a little girl again.

Thanksgiving is perhaps a bit more mature of a holiday. Besides stuffing my face with all sorts of comfort food and watching uncles and grandpas snoring the afternoon away (with a football game on for their subconscious pleasure), what do I really do on Thanksgiving? The truth is, true thanksgiving is a thought—this thought can be expressed to others through actions, and that is why we celebrate it, but taking the time to think about everything we have to be thankful for is a bit more difficult than simply succumbing to the warm fuzzy feelings and joy that celebrating the birth of our Savior brings upon us.

I pondered this year what I was thankful for—the truth is it goes beyond a simple list. I can’t just sit and think of all the things that I should be thankful for. Simply acknowledging the fact that there is always something to praise our Father for is an incredible thing.

Even in the darkest of times, there is a reason to rejoice—even if I can’t see it, being a child of God gives me the assurance that there is something to be grateful for—hope. That small glimmer of light at the end of what seems to be the blackest tunnel—that feeling that seems to emanate from somewhere so deep inside of me that I can’t touch it—a flame I can’t possibly douse—an ever faithful glimmer of beauty amidst every kind of horrible pain.

This hope is passion…this hope is love…this hope is anything and everything you’ve ever dreamed of. It lies at the end of life’s road—its splendor is a magnet to the fervor in our souls. The life we live is pointless without it—this hope is Jesus Christ.

With all of the exquisite blessings in my life, I can truthfully say they would amount to nothing without the hope, both earthly and eternal, that my Father has presented to me. Sometimes life seems to be in shambles—hearts are shattered, minds are dazed, and living holds little life. Yet hope remains. Though I may break, God is still holding every little piece of me and He will never let me fall. His love can heal every broken heart—His touch can untangle every bewildered mind.

Today and every day I am thankful for Love’s hope—the excitement in life and the constant reminder of a plan designed by my Creator.


Anna Gabrielle

“And I don’t regret the rain,
And the nights I felt the pain,
And the tears I had to cry,
Some of those times along the way.
Every road I had to take,
Every time my heart would break –
It was just something that I had to get through
To get me to you…”
As sung by Lila McCann,
"To Get Me To You"
(Hope Floats Soundtrack)

Tomorrow it will have been four years since my sister, Anna, was taken to paradise to spend eternity with her precious Father and Savior. She was six years old and yet so grown up. I’ll never forget the giant smile she got on her face when momma would sit next to her, take her hand, and tell her about what a brave girl she was. Her eyes would light up as she told her that it was proven by the “battle scar” that lay across her chest—the last physical signs of the open heart surgery which had taken place when she was nine months old. (To read my family’s story in more detail, please follow this link.)

On the morning of November 19, 2004, the first thing I remember is my daddy’s voice. ”Abigail…wake up. Grandma and Grandpa are here.” I was too groggy to hear his soft voice catch in his throat as he spoke. I don’t remember getting up, but the next thing I knew, I was walking down the stairs. It struck me as odd that my grandparents were there since it was barely 7:00 a.m., but I ignored it. When I was about half way down the stairs, I could see my whole family sitting in the living room—my whole family except for one. I had an odd feeling, but I was sure all would be explained soon, so I sat down on the ottoman across the room from my parents.

Finally, after what seemed like several minutes of silence, my dad began “Last night Anna got sick…” With these words, my mind immediately drew the conclusion that she was in bed, sick with one of the migraines that she got occasionally. Almost as soon as I had set my mind at ease, deciding that I had gotten my answer, my dad’s voice continued, this time strained “…she got really sick—and this morning she went to be with Jesus.” My heart caught in my chest. What?! I was sure I had heard him wrong, but my doubts were soon proven vain by the stunned and pained expressions and stale tears I saw on the faces of the people I love.

Within moments I was in my momma’s arms, sobs filling my ears and my mind from all directions. So many times I had been in this very place—with my dearest momma’s arms around me, keeping me safe from the worries of the outside world—but this time it was different. I didn’t feel safe and secure, because this time I wasn’t just crying on her shoulder…she was crying on mine too.

The next several weeks were some of the hardest days of my life. My mind was constantly bringing sweet memories to the surface, but then reality would kick in and those memories would change from sweet to heart wrenching. I would never be able to braid her hair again…would I even remember what her wavy dark hair felt like in my hand? I wouldn’t ever hear her sweet voice asking if I could “pleeeeeeeeease” sleep in her room with her, just because she wanted me there.

At first, the pain seemed like it would never go away, but moment by moment it eased. My family would daily gather in the living room and share thoughts and emotions—sometimes our conversations would last for hours. Afterwards, we would kneel in a circle on the floor and join hands and each of us would spill our hearts to our always listening Father. Momma probably did this best verbally, but we all felt our true words in the deepest sanctums of our souls.

Now, four years later, my memories of Anna are still with me…I can still hear her laugh, I can still see her smile, I can still feel her hair…but the memories have changed from pain to nostalgic reminisce. What seemed to be the official unraveling of the beauty of life has bloomed into a creation so magnificent only God could have arranged it. Through it all, my Father was with me. I know it pained Him to see my family hurt, but in His will I can rest, knowing that whatever trials He sets before me, He knows just how to carry me through.

Dearest Anna,
What does it feel like to look into Jesus’ eyes? Does it take your breath away the way it does mine when I try and picture it? How much stronger are His arms than what I’ve dreamt them to be? How much gentler is His touch then what I’ve tried to imagine?

Are you always singing? I can picture how beautiful your voice must be now…Jesus must love it when you sing for Him! Does it send shivers down your spine when He takes your hand and dances with you?

Anna, I want you to know how much I miss you. My sweet memories of you will never fade away. I can’t wait for the day when I can touch you again…when I can see you face to face.

I’m so proud of you, baby sister.

I love you…


Pride of the Flesh

“God loves you for who He made you to be. He loves you no matter what color skin you have—no matter what color hair, eyes or body size…. Will you start to listen to His small voice and walk towards Him today? Will you let His love fill every part of you that is hurting, scared, lonely, angry or lost? … His love has no motive and will not steal any precious part of you. His love has everything to give and takes nothing from you. His love is so big that your heart and mind can't fathom it!” (Jill Samter)

This was part of a blog that I recently read that motivated and inspired me to write this today.

Matthew 26:41 says “Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.” Often, we care too much about what the world thinks about us…we make sure that our clothes fit the trend, that our shoes are new and fashionable, that we have the perfect haircut, etc. How often do we make sure that our hearts fit the molds that God has set for them? Do we care about how we look to Christ?

To dress fashionably, have a nice haircut, have nice shoes, etc. is not sin. I like to wear new and interesting things…trying new fashions is actually kind of a hobby of mine—the question is, am I devoting as much time and attention to Christ as I am to earthly pleasures?

Jesus wants us to be happy. He cares about all of the little things in our lives as well as the big things. The trouble appears when we are so consumed in ourselves that we lose sight of barriers. If we aren’t constantly looking to Christ, our flesh easily transforms us into vain creatures.

This generation is in great need of prayer, for this is a great temptation. With the new means of online communication, such as Facebook, MySpace, and blogs, our lives are out there to be judged. I’m not saying it should be this way, but let’s face it…we’re going to be judged by the pictures that we post of ourselves, the music that we like, the movies that we enjoy, our hobbies, etc. When given such a public means of portraying my life to others, will I be found blameless? Will my relationship with Christ and my yearning to be as one with Him be what’s apparent, or will my vain flesh and desire to “fit in” define me and take over my reputation?

The truth is, if we are doing the right thing in God’s eyes, no one can find a valid fault in our lives. If Christ is at the center of my every decision, then that’s exactly where I should be. We need to examine ourselves on a daily basis to make sure that we really are considering and following the words and instructions of our ultimate Guide. Leaning on our Savior for wisdom and understanding rather than turning to man-made trends and ideals will be so much more fulfilling.

1 Samuel 16:7b – “…For the LORD seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart.”

When I stand before Christ in Heaven, I don’t want to be the one who casually followed Christ, and let my flesh stifle my recognition of His clear direction in my life. In the end, when my God takes my hands and pierces the innermost secrets of my soul with His sweet eyes, I want to kneel before Him and hear “Well done thou good and faithful servant.” Sin is inevitable—I am a human, and thus I will sin—but I don’t have to live a lukewarm life. To the best of my ability, I want to live with a deep, passionate, burning heart for my Savior and my Savior alone.


My Life’s Melody...My Father's Dance

A shadow…the dark crescendo of regret—a scarlet ribbon wrapped around your eyes. No sight, only crimson. Running now…strings quietly scream the hearts of their masters…the melancholy mist of melody wraps its arms around you in a suffocating embrace. A run from the brass sends you twirling to your knees. Refrain…

…sweat or perhaps a tear drips from your chin. A burst from the oboe ruffles your hair—a touch, a taste, a feeling…something new. A whisper…a thrill—“Dance with me…” Hands join kindred like hearts as you’re lifted from despair. A revival of souls—can you hear it? Peace…

A melody brims with sentiment. I sometimes sit, paralyzed, my heart either being split in two or swelling to unimaginable extents by a mosaic of instruments, synchronized to earthly perfection. What is it in music that creates such ecstasy in our beings?

I believe that music is one of the most lucid examples of raw and vulnerable human emotion. Melodies touch our hearts with such fragility because in some sense, we’ve already experienced them. Whenever we create a memory, whenever we feel love, anger, passion, elation, anguish, happiness, vexation, or numerous other incisive feelings, we are creating the shadow of a melody in our own memory.

When a string of notes plays at our ears, it’s almost as if a magnet is being pressed to our hearts, bringing past experiences or future hopes to the surface. Whether sweet or sorrowful, bold or timid, simple or complex, each of these has a purpose—for one without the others wouldn’t be so explicitly significant and potent.

If we lived in ignorance of pain, the true beauty in life would never be revealed. Would we ever feel blessed? Would we ever be humbled by a sacrificial hand? Would we truly cherish anything? Wouldn’t faith dwindle and die if we didn’t remember the anguish and brutally horrific crucifixion that Jesus undertook to give human life hope and a future?

If the lowest trenches of our lives were forever erased from our memory, how could we know when we’re sitting in the clouds? If we couldn’t remember life before Christ, would we cease to recognize our Father beckoning us with outstretched hands as He caresses our hearts with His compassionate gaze?

To dance with tear stained cheeks and a throbbing heart is painful, but in the constant and graceful arms of my Father, I will let the music carry me—whispering in my ear the melancholy reminisce of what once was, the savory essence of what now is, the thrill and fear of what is to come, and the gentle but firm reassurance that my God will always be holding my hand and dancing me through the beautiful chaos.


Liberation in the Likeness of Christ

“Now the Lord is the Spirit; and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.”
2 Cor. 3:17 NKJV

When I asked Jesus to take my heart a mission was given to me. When I accepted God’s free gift of salvation, I made a promise both to myself and to my Creator that I would strive to be Christ like. This is perhaps the biggest goal one could ever undertake. After all, we can never become a tried and true likeness of our perfect Savior.

As I pondered this, I asked myself “What is it that I do in order to be more Christ like?” I realized, many times I’ve tried so hard to analyze everything that I think and do to the point where I absolutely drive myself crazy trying to make the right decisions. How many times have I tried to pray eloquently or read things that don’t bring me any kind of satisfaction or joy just because I’m trying with everything that is in my being to be like my Creator?

How does this reflect liberty or freedom? How can it be called that when I feel like I’m suffocating under a blanket of self created paradigms? The answer came to me once again with the visual of casting myself into the swelling waves of the ocean. If I simply surrender to my Savior’s loving touch…if I would just let him tenderly take my hand, would I find it so difficult to follow in his way? Wouldn’t my kindred relationship with Him transform me into the vessel that He needs me to be in order for His light to shine through me? I always find that the days when I take the most time to pray and build my relationship with God, my spirit is lifted even more than I think it will be.

It makes sense, since God is my conscience, that when my relationship with Him is flourishing, so is my goal to be more like Him. I, in my simple human form, cannot possibly achieve a likeness to Christ…but who better to form a likeness to Him than Christ Himself? All I have to do is keep a watchful eye on myself to make sure that I always see Jesus’ smiling face.

The only way I can ever be the brilliant essence of Christ that I need to be in order to live for His glory is to strive for this kind of sweet surrender. Only then will I be the shining light that God intended me to be when he offered His life for my sake. Only then can I experience true freedom.


In Her Eyes

Today finds me completely overwhelmed with the most inexplicable happiness. What it’s from exactly, I couldn’t say—life is just so sweet right now. I am so blessed above and beyond what I ever expected.

I looked at my momma today...such an incandescent knowledge and love rests in her being. What did I do to deserve her? How did I end up being the daughter of someone so incredibly good? How did God know that everything I need in a mother lay in that beautiful, spunky, courageous, faithful, loving, and Godly woman who birthed me?

My aspirations are born from my momma’s giant cheesy grins. My inspiration is revived every time she encourages me…every time she teaches me…every time she tells me she loves me. My passions are reborn in every reoccurring conversation we share. My heart is enriched when I look into her eyes. Those eyes are so special—They’ve looked at me sympathetically when I was sick, they’ve held the tears that spilled for me, they’ve witnessed a thousand sunrises and sunsets with me, they’ve read God’s words countless times...why did God give those eyes such a love for me?

I’m on my knees, humbled before you today, Lord. You’ve given me so much, and yet You receive almost nothing in return. Give me the ability to give You your heart’s desire…a soul yearning for your touch…a breath breathed for your glory…a heart ready to rest in Your hands…Lord, help me never to take for granted the amazing blessings You’ve given to me. I surrender myself to You Lord. Take me and make me what you will. I love you.



When I stood on the beach, sand creeping its way out from under my feet as the tide rose and fell, gazing out onto the Pacific Ocean, no words could describe the euphoric feeling I had. In it’s vastness I felt as if it was going to swallow me up, but in a way I wanted it to. Its dark elegance enthralled me—its mystique took my breath away. Such beauty and yet such power—its waves threatening to sweep me off of my feet were both daunting and beckoning me. I was cautious not to let them overtake me, but I somehow was thrilled by the idea of it.

My heart threatened to keep my lungs from working correctly—I was confident that I should stay safe on the shore, but I was also doubtless that I should leap in and let Creator Elohim rock me to sleep in what I imagined to be His strong arms. What it would be like to be wild like the ocean I will never be able to comprehend, but the mystery is what makes it so enthralling.

The ocean isn’t the only thing that has given me these feelings. Though my fascination and ardency for it may enhance these melancholy emotions, I believe this same passionate and thrilling sensation can be found in any element of life.

In our corrupt world there is risk and potential catastrophe to be found in anything beautiful—oceans, mountains, tornados, fire, rain, the list continues. Finding beauty and inspiration and passion in what we are given is essential on this earth and throughout the universe.

The only place to find true, unfaltering, unscathed beauty is in our Savior, Jesus Christ. With Him, we can look at this dying universe in a new light. Amidst the danger and destructiveness of so many things in the world, perhaps if we would just change our perspectives and view the brilliance in things, we’d be given a new fervor and admiration for the God that created us and is in control of all of nature’s magnificence.

Think about the power of an earthquake….it can shatter windows, divide the earth, and even bring the tallest buildings to their knees—but God’s power surpasses the power of this so greatly that He can control it to unimaginable extents. What has happened every time man has tried to take control of a dynamic natural power? It can’t be done. Man is not strong enough to control the might of God’s creation. All we can do is stand in awe of the unutterable strength, vigor, and omnipotence that the Lord God possesses.

As I witness new wonders of my Savior’s artistry, whether it be through nature or in my own life, I will think about the specific beauty that can be found in it. My heart will always be my sanctuary, for therein lies my true inspiration, emotion, and perspective—Jesus Christ.


Seize the Day

Have you ever felt as if your life consisted of nothingness? Sometimes it seems as if I sit around all day doing nothing—I may even work out, have a productive school day, get caught up on all of the laundry that tends to sprawl itself all over the house, or get my room extra clean—but somehow, some days, I’m still left with this feeling of dissatisfaction…What could I be doing wrong?

Fall is beginning to wrap its fingers around the earth. Eventually it will turn the leaves different colors, dry up the grass, and send chilly winds our way, but for now it’s just an exciting electric sensation that tells me what is happening. This time of year always makes me want to sit by an open window and read a favorite book. Relaxation seems to come with the package of autumn. Unfortunately, I’ve found that I have very little time for reading….why? Well, when I have a bit of free time I don’t take the time to go and make myself a warm cappuccino, cozy up in a sweater, and sit by my open window to read with a candle sending its spiced scent through my dimly lit bedroom. As appealing as this sounds when I think about it, my initial reaction to free time is to get my eager fingers on my computer.

Sometimes this can be a very enjoyable and beneficial activity, but I’ve also found that I get sucked into whatever it is I’m doing to the point of not being able to get away from it, even after I’m finished with the productive part of my internet surfing. I sit, in a sort of trance, strangely bored all of the sudden. I find myself searching for something… anything to pass the time. This is typically the point when my brain goes into what I like to call “dead time”. My eyes droop slightly, my mouth hangs open, my posture becomes absurd, and if you asked me a question, chances are you would get a very short and dry answer (without even a glance in your direction), just for lack of interest in anything outside of my little bubble, which consists of me and my laptop.

I’m not saying this to bash the internet altogether—after all it’s not the culprit here. My trouble is that my priorities get all jumbled up. Time I could use to read, spend some quality time with Christ, play a card game with my momma or one of my siblings, dance around with my one year old brother to “The Bare Necessities” music, or yes, even scream out Phantom of the Opera music with my crazy sister, is wasted on my computer. My relationships with those I love aren’t being fed and enjoyed while sitting at my computer. Doing “real life” activities (no matter how silly they may be) with my family is one of the most rewarding things I can do for myself, but it also shows my family how much I care about and love them.

We live in an age of online networking—whether it be for social needs, gaming, cooking, decorating, organizing, blogging, shopping, or simply taking in as much information about the world as you possibly can by browsing Yahoo news, IMDB (Internet Movie Database), or Wikipedia. The internet is an excellent resource for all of this. I do much of my research for school assignments, keep up with friends, search for new and interesting music, and look for good movies to see. I enjoy reading a good blog or devotion to encourage the growth of my relationships, etc. The problem appears when I start spending too much time on the internet doing things that I don’t have to do. This happens very easily, because it takes extra effort to plan my day with more varied activities—effort I don’t automatically take the time to put forth. The computer is at my disposal at all hours.

When I purpose in my mind to spend more time doing the things that will mean more in the future, I feel a lot better about my day and when I do get on the computer it doesn’t feel like such a waste of time.
Today I’ve determined to make that effort…to go the extra mile to make my day more rewarding. I’m going to take the time to do crazy stuff with my family, try a new recipe, play a game, watch a good movie, read a book, listen to some music (lyrics or no lyrics, really listen to it and try and gain some insight from it), experience new things, take a walk on a beautiful day—savor the beauty in real life and spend time with the people around me. As I spend more time doing these things, I’ll likely become addicted to the simple joys that make life beautiful. Maybe then I won’t get so easily caught up in my online persona. Carpe diem!


A Bit About the Blog

For those of you who are here and don't know me, I'd like to tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Abigail Kraft. I'm 15 years old and love to share my heart through drawing and writing. I'm a born again Christian and one of the main purposes for this blog is to write about and discuss the things that He has been showing and teaching me.

I will also use this as a place to post my ideas for artwork that may or may not ever develop into anything. Everyone is welcomed (and encouraged) to leave comments and give your thoughts on whatever it is that I'm writing about.

I'm looking forward to hearing from y'all!