i marvel at life. i marvel at the feeling of life. i imagine holding a bird in my hand, feeling it alive - its heaving breast, its soft ruffly feathers, its comforting warmth. birds are such wonderful little things. and i love it when they chirp and sing.
is it true that guys can stare into space and go blank but girls can't? i thought i used to be able to do that. when i'm facing the sea. just listening to the waves crashing against the shores. just feeling the breeze in my hair. just tasting the saltiness of the wind on my skin. what happened to me? why am i always so intense, always in a hurry? stop believing the lie. maybe i need a trip to the sea very badly.
give me
the strength to live,
the courage to love,
the grace to give,
the heart to serve.