25 May 2018

A Letter to a Hurting Heart


Dear someone who wants forgiveness, but won't let themselves be forgiven,
God is ALL about second chances.

Then He who sat on the throne said, "Behold, I make all things new." And He said to me, "Write, for these words are true and faithful." / Revelation 21:5

Take your pain, take your guilt, take the darkness you carry with you- take it all to Him. Lay it down at His feet. He is stronger than what you feel rising up in you sometimes.

Be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. / Ephesians 6:10

Do not sorrow, the joy of the Lord is your strength. / Nehemiah 8:10

It won't be easy to walk this walk, to feel the groaning of change happening inside of you. Change hurts. It can be difficult to keep up with and new to your system, but it is more awakening than it is uncomfortable and more reviving than it is cutting. And change, when Jesus is making it happen, is always, always going to be good for your heart and those around you. He makes no mistakes, and when you feel undeserving or unable to understand, remember that.

Behold, I will do a new thing, now it shall spring forth; shall you not know it? I will even make a road in the wilderness and rivers in the desert. / Isaiah 43:19

God works outside of time and He's always had a plan for you. He's brought you to this moment and He has you where He wants you. Let go of the doubt, let go of whatever is behind you. He has forgiven you, and it is BEHIND you for a reason.

Do not remember the former things, nor consider the things of old. / Isaiah 43:18

Look forward. With the rising of the sun on a brand new day, you will see His mercies afresh, His love as constant as it always was.

And we have known and believed the love that God has for us. God is love / 1 John 4:16

13 May 2018

Thank You, Mom

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I can't write about you without crying
You see, you just mean that much to my heart
But I will use words to show you I'm trying
To thank you for never letting me down from the very start

You follow God and you listen to His voice
The way you walk your life has guided me
And you were part of the leading me to my choice
To make Him my Master and Lord over me
To wait for that still voice above all life's noise
And to go to all the places He leads me

And do you remember that day you held me?
You told me you were proud of me
Told me you saw strength and saw beauty
Your tears ran down your face and mine were all over me
And I couldn't speak because of the tornado of love within me
Because you, you were the one that taught me

The scars that have been made yours and the battles you've fought
His instructions you've listened to, His word you took
And the beautiful example you've been in how His face you sought-
I love how you have always told me that for the good, I should look

This is why the tears flow easier than the words
Because you have used so much more than words to love me
And your love and prayer and comfort is still what girds
And helps ground me when I'm broken or lost out at sea 

So, I guess I'm trying to tell you I love you
I appreciate all the things you've done and do
I'm so often amazed at how He uses you
And for who you've been to me, I want to say thank you

You made me want Him to use me like that
And I will always, always be grateful for that
You told me never to quit, to keep on pushing through
And now as I stand here, all I want to say is
Thank you

-t.h.
written: 12/04/18

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To you, Mom: I'm sorry I'm only posting this at the end of Mother's Day. It'll be Monday by the time you read it. But that doesn't change how I mean every word.

To everyone else: Thank you for reading this. A lot of it was me trying to articulate that having a loving and godly woman as a mother is an incredible gift from the Lord and that I am grateful.

31 Jul 2017

Monday Musings [7] - To Love And To Be Loved


Seven years old and her parents, they fight at night
When they think she’s sleeping ‘cause she turned off the lights
Momma wasn’t very strong and it wasn’t very long
‘Fore the doctors said there was fault with her lungs

Fast forward nine tough years, her daddy, he likes his beers
He’s drowning in his liquor and she’s drowning in her tears
One day he leaves her a note and he just disappears
No girl should be left with nothing but her hurt and fears

School somehow loses all its importance
And she’s working without any experience
She’s trying so hard to get by
But something inside her has died
Couple more years and a few times fired
Past admitting that her situation is dire

Now she’s living in her beat-up car
Thinks she’s maybe gone too far
And she’s got no one except this one guy
Who slicks back his hair and thinks he’s fly

He likes to take her for a walk once in a while
Tells her that he just wants to see her smile
Pretends to be gentlemanly
But he’s not nice company
You can tell by the bruises
And the alcohol he abuses
You could say she’s used to it
But does that really excuse it?

She’s lost so much and still she loses more
When a father ends his child’s life before it’s born

Now she’s living with a broken heart
Thinks that she’s maybe gone too far

One day her man stumbles through the dark
To find her but she’s missing from her car
There’s a note
Something she wrote
With tear stains all over the crumpled paper
‘Cause it reminded her of the dad who left her

It doesn’t say much but it says enough
She says she just wanted to be loved
And to love

He passes out drunk after crying for a bit
The next morning they find her in a ditch
The man in uniform, he shakes his head
He’s lived life and seen a lot of dead

But this girl does something to his soul
And later that night when he goes home

He wraps his arms around his little daughter
Tells her that he’s gonna be there for her
And he grabs his wife and he holds her close
Says honey, do you know that I love you so

She smiles and for him it’s enough
Just to love and to be loved

-t.h.
written: 31/07/17

5 Jun 2017

Monday Musings [6] - My Safe Stronghold


Inside me and all around me I feel a wild storm’s rage,
And it’s hard when no one knows what happens offstage,
But You breathe life into my tired lungs, age after age,
And I can feel my heart, there just beneath my rib cage,
You write on it, page after page.

It’s warm to match Yours and it’s beating,
Because You heal the hurt and aching,
I will stretch my arms out, rejoicing,
In the light of Your face, I’m basking,
And to You I will always sing.

I’ve got a distance to go and the weather is bitterly cold,
But when it gets dark and I feel small I can sense the hold
Of Your hand, and forever Your love is my safe stronghold,
It is abounding and so true and capable of things untold,
And it will never, ever grow old.

I reach for You and You are always there,
No matter where,
In my brokenness and in every despair.
And when I’m in the thick of warfare,
You hear every prayer,
And when I come to You bare,
You tell me You care.

And I was bare but I won’t live another day unaware, 
Because it’s Your love and this faith that I want to wear,
I want to find those like me and tell them that You care.

-t.h.
written: 05/06/17

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Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, yes, I will help you, I will uphold You with my righteous hand. / Isaiah 41:10

A/N: Wow. I love that verse from the book of Isaiah. God satisfies. He's proved it to me in timeless ways and constant love and enduring patience. And still it's something I have to learn all over again, often. If you're like me, be encouraged. He will always be your stronghold, He is unfailing and He is forgiving.

Have you experienced something similar? Do you feel like your life is crazy or confusing at the moment, and if the answer is yes, who/what do you turn to for comfort? Because there is only One that can give you the peace you need.

29 May 2017

Moses Bennett Joseph is IMPOSSIBLY CUTE

The days are flying by. Yesterday, my youngest brother was officially 3 weeks old. He's growing faster than I can blink, and this is a time that none of us are going to live through again, so I'm savoring him. Cherishing the feeling of his warm, snug, tiny body in my arms and the smell of his downy head.

And, of course, photographing him, so y'all can see this piece of proof that there is an almighty Creator.


Rosebud mouth. Little knuckles. Button nose. I wonder if it's tough being so perfect.


I wouldn't be able to help loving him even if I wanted to. It's like when he was born, an invisible needle and invisible thread stitched him into my heart, into my soul. Only God could be the one to invent a feeling such as that.



All of God's grace in one tiny face.


My parents having been wearing joy since he came home.


He's deep in thought here, obviously. Hmm, isn't this a good nap.


He's a marvel, a wonder that just grows more beautiful and more priceless with each day.