Sufficient Grace

In the past three years  You've seen me through the death of my mother, the illness of my father, my own illness, a nervous break down, a possible brain tumor, breakups and lost friendships, loneliness, and moving over 400 miles away from with only the help of my siblings. You held me when they tested me for lupus, when my thyroid levels were so low that I could barely get out of bed. You were there during every anxiety attack, sleepless night, and change of medicine.

You've held me through it all. When I ran, You waited patiently with open arms. When I was too weak to stand, You carried me close in Your holy arms. You are above all, and yet You have brought Yourself to me, to love me in my weak and sinful state.

I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made. You have given me a peace that surpasses all understanding.

Your grace is sufficient for me, Your power made perfect in my weakness.

Carousels and a Room Re-do

 Dorm rooms are not cozy. Not in the least bit. So to combat this, I've covered my walls, put up curtains, made my room as "me!" as possible.

I randomly had the urge to paint yesterday. This is what became of it. I suppose they're feather/leave hybrids.



I leave you with this:

Carousels.

This carousel keeps spinning me around

I swear, my feet have never  felt the ground.

I'm on the horse and you're standing beside,

Beside me now on this dizzying ride.

Just get me off of this trip.

I'm tired of riding, I feel my hands slip.

Carousels keep spinning, they won't let me down.

Grinding gears and wind, I hate the sound.

A tiny toy horse and a rusted toy soldier

All packed away in an attic, moreover

No one really cares to see them again

Childhood is gone, gone like the wind. 

Hair Tinsel || SOOC

Anyone remember the hair feather trend that everyone went crazy over? (Just as a side note, those were fishing lures being clamped into your hair.) That wasn't my cup of tea. I'm more of a don't be a sissy just dye your hair! kind of girl. I did, however, give in to a similar trend.

I just like sparkles and feeling like a Christmas tree, okay? You can't judge me for that. Everyone loves Christmas.





These are SOOC, because 1. I feel like they were nicely exposed and 2. I currently don't have photoshop due to my pesky computer crash. It's definitely forcing me to take better pictures to start off with. I can't rely so much on post-processing. (Note: I actually didn't take these pictures, though I did set the exposure.)

As you can see, my hair is now redish brown and blonde again. I knew the whole brunette thing wouldn't last long.

And please, disregard the unsatisfied look on my face. I've been sick all week with a bladder or kidney infection of some sort. Going to the doctor sometime this week to sort things out. In the meantime I'll be chugging cranberry juice. (Gross. Does anyone even like cranberry juice?)

back with more pictures later!

xo,
Katy

Stealing Away

Under a canopy 

Of twig and twine

I sit and ponder;

After you I pine.

I am not hiding

My face from you,

Merely from the world,

Not from the few.

Come find me here

In my retreat

Of grass and dew,

Mushrooms and leaves.

I wait, my love.

For you alone

Do not hinder

My love has grown.

Life Lately, In Instagram

So, remember how I had to get new tires on my car last week?

Well now I have to get a new laptop. Needless to say, I'm a bit frustrated. My laptop fell off of my bed the other day. I didn't think much of it, because it only fell about a foot, and it landed on my rug. The next day I was using it and it started making a strange noise, and it literally started smoking. So, I haven't been able to turn it on to prevent my hard drive from melting down. Of course, I took it to Best Buy to get it repaired and the price was going to be astronomical. Long story short: I need a new laptop. My big sister is a saint and is letting me borrow her laptop until I can get a new one and get all of the information on my hard drive transferred.

I realize that was a long, pointless story. But I think it's a pretty good reason for my recent absence. To make up for that, here are some pictures I've taken with Instagram lately:

I have more blonde in my hair, as well as hair tinsel. It's so fun!

The view from my piano practice room window. <3

I got to see Ty on Saturday! :D

Basically, my new favorite shirt!

My sister's cat had kitties!

I'll be back with more soon!

xo,
Katy

You Were Made

You were made.

You are not the result of some freak accident. Some random collision of cells billions of years ago. You are not an animal. You are not a thing. You are a person, and you are real. You were created, by a Creator, a beautiful work of art. You are a masterpiece.

So why do you hurt yourself so? Why do you break yourself down? Believe the lies that are thrown at you daily? Why do you buy into the nonsense that you are nothing?

Here's something for you, some silver cord that might make you hold on: you are something. You are not measured by the things you have done, the things you have failed at, the things that just won't seem to fall in place. You are not an accident, you are on purpose.

It doesn't matter what your circumstance is, what color you are, how tall, skinny, short or fat. It doesn't matter if your hair is curly or shaved to your head. You have a big nose? So what. Your stomach is too pudgy? Who cares. Outward appearances mean nothing. Did you hear that? They mean nothing.

You know that smile that used to brighten your face? It's gone. And that, that is the tragedy of this situation. You no longer smile because you've been beaten down. You no longer laugh because you believe that you're nothing.

They are all wrong.

You have a place, a purpose, a hope. There is something more to live for. You were created by a Creator. He designed your very appearance, your very personality. He knew you'd have freckles, He designed you that way. He knew you'd have brown eyes, He picked the very color of your eyes. You may not know Him yet, but you are His creation.

You were made. Know it, accept it, believe it. You are His.

I Still Miss You

I play the song at the beginning every day.

xo,
Katy