These boots were made for walkin', walkin' down life's roads;
But this hand was made for holdin' though whose hand I don't know.
I guess for now I'm waitin' here for you, my knight in the cowboy boots.
Though when he'll come I don't know, and if he'll come, I don't know, but 'til then, or when, I'll be waitin' here for my knight in the cowboy boots.
So whoever you are, wherever you are, know that I'll be true, 'cause God made you for me, and He made me for you.

*WARNING* Some mature thematic content. There is mention of drugs and other forms of abuse, which is obviously not put in a positive light. It's a pretty dark storyline, but the story itself is not particularly dark, if that makes sense.

God is always in control,
Watching faithfully over every soul;
Joyfully on our way we should roll.

Most of the time the rocks are rough,
That means our feet should really be tough;
Calloused, used to trouble, sure enough.

Calloused doesn't mean uncaring,
We should always be bewaring;
With temptations our paths are sharing.

For easy paths we should not lust,
Lessons God teaches us are just;
In bad and good trust Him we must.

Blessings come in many sizes,
Often they are big surprises:
Sometimes large but mostly small,
They are perfect for us all.
Lil' Blessings is waiting near,
For the time when it's to appear;
It will be done in God's perfect timing,
Please forgive our impatient whining.
Don't be worried, frazzled, or stressed;
With Lil' Blessings we'll still be blessed.

I. Linguist
i gravitate towards words that
provide a certain image
just a flash of color
like clarity is aquamarine
and nomadic is grainy like sand
i think of these words this way
because it helps me to understand them
why is generous deep red
and why is decoding slate grey
i like the click of the tongue that comes
when you say the word colloquial
the hard c, the clear l, the qu unquestionable
maybe this is why i’m a linguist
i like how people talk.

Ne're a day goes by
That I don't close my eyes
And sigh, wishing you were here.
But God knows the future
Just like He knows the past;
And even if I don't understand,
God still has a perfect plan.
He holds today and tomorrow:
Just like He held yesterday,
His Divine will is perfect,
And in my weakness He strengthens me.
I can have joy even when I cry for you,
And I can sleep in peace at night.
I know that I may see you someday,
Even if someday isn't tomorrow,
Someday farther in the future,

Galatians 5:22,23 kjv
"The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law."

I was only eighteen years old when I first met Jonathan, and He was twenty-one. I met him at my house where he had come to dinner. I had already heard a lot about him from my older brother, David, because they were co-workers. They worked at a lumber yard together. David says they hit off right when they first met because their personalities were so much alike, and he was right.
When Jonathan came that first evening I was the one that opened the door for him, and right away I knew that I was going to like him. He smiled at me and said, "You must be Laura."

Claudia sighed and leaned her head in her hand as she looked out of the small window. Over-all she looked a little bit grave and thoughtful, but there was a sweet smile playing with the corners of her lips, and her grey-green eyes had a twinkle in them. She sighed again, rather gustily this time, and made a comical grimace as she said, "Will September the thirtieth ever come?"
And then she laughed as she read the letter through for the third time.

I. Happy
A couple got engaged
on top of the rock where I
celebrated my birthday.
They picked up the rose petals
that he had laid down for her,
and when I walked by I saw them
looking at each other as if
no one else had ever existed,
and I have never seen
a person look at another person
quite like that.
It made me want to
build something beautiful
like they did.