reading list // 2016

Hey there!

This year one of my goals is to read 35 books, something I didn’t accomplish in 2015, and I’m hoping to make more time for reading now than i did last year. So, I have chosen some books to start off with, and if you have any suggestions, I’d love to hear them!


  1. Here There Be Dragons // James A. Owen // Mikaela got me this, plus a ton of others, for Christmas, and so far I’m really enjoying it.
  2. Persuasion // Jane Austen // I have read two of Miss Austen’s works thus far in my life, and now I’m trying to add this one to my list.
  3. Snoop // Sam Gosling // this is a book I started to read at my brother’s house during our Christmas visit last year.
  4. The Four Loves // C.S. Lewis
  5. All of Grace // Charles Spurgeon
  6. Les Miserables // Victor Hugo // I’m not sure I’m going to get through this one this year…
  7. The Last Dickens // Matthew Pearl //another gift from Mikaela
  8. Fool’s War // Sarah Zettel
  9. Freefall to Fly // Rebekah Lyons
  10. Resistance // Jaye L. Knight
  11. The House I Loved // Tatiana de Rosnay // another gift ๐Ÿ™‚
  12. The Great Divorce // C.S. Lewis
  13. The Moorchild // Eloise McGraw
  14. Hearts Awakening // Delia Pair
  15. I, Coriander // Sally Gardiner

I still need 19 books, so again, I’d love more suggestions! Thank you for reading!



l a b y r i n t hย 

when you look around 

this labyrinth 

do you see the walls

hemming you in

keeping you away 

from every dream 

that echoes inside you

do you see the leaves

keeping  you away from

 all your hopes and loves


do you see the high high walls

like an ancient bodyguard

keeping all the good inside 

and all the bad things out

do you see the golden green 

that flits into your heart

becoming itself

new dreams

new life

in the labyrinth?

w a n d e r l u s t

I think I’ve settled in too well. I’m too used to being lukewarm, and too used to being safe, and I ache to be aflame, even though it’s sure to be painful, but grace is a healing power.

My soul is pulling me away, tugging me away from this place, and while I’m willing, at times my body stiffens at the thought of poverty and squalor, and I’m scared that I won’t cope well, cause I’m a girl with big dreams and a soft heart and a willing spirit but a sinful nature inclined to holding back and being fearful of change and uncomfortableness.

I need to go. To wrench my heart away from the comfort of every day life, and to leave the people I care about most. To tramp into an unknown place and feel out of place  and way out of my comfort zone because really that’s how you grow and live, by overcoming those certainly-coming lapses of faith and leaps of fear, lifting your spirit by bringing to mind what you’re living for and especially who you’re living for because His grace is sufficient.

Maybe I’ll learn to never settle for less and to dream bigger and to pray constantly and to never forget that it’s His will not mine and that the reason I’m alive is to bring glory to His name not mine and maybe to be a light for others is all I’ve ever been meant for, if it’s by speaking or hugging or traveling to the other side of the world and living apart from everything familiar  and giving my life for His sake because even though it’s not much, it’s all I have to give, and it’s not even mine anymore, if it ever was, because it’s been His for a while now.

~ from my journal

a breathing mentality

One day things will change.


One day you’ll realize

that things aren’t the way they seem.

One day you’ll discover

that life is more than breathing

more then hearts beating

more than hands reaching.

Life is so much more and

so much less than what it looks like.

It isn’t simple, isn’t straight forward,

isn’t normal.

Life, more than a breathing mentality focused on human greed,

is about love.

Love, the basic hope of human life, and yet

the one thing we struggle to find,

to know,


to believe.

do you know?

Do you know how I fell in love with you?


I saw you through a window. You were not alone, but with your blond friend, and you were laughing together. You had crinkles at the corners of your eyes, and your mouth was formed into a smile. That sweet smile pierced my heart, and I was lost, with no way to find myself.

Love is so very simple, you see.

You don’t know me yet. You don’t know how I watch for you from the window, if only to see you for an instant. You don’t know that I let myself dream of speaking to you, just once. You don’t know how I hate myself for thinking about something so impossible. You don’t know how many times I look through the window, and see you smiling.

But you’re not smiling at me.