the hiding place

i am reading corrie ten boom's book, the hiding place. it is phenomenal. it is very emotional but i have been flying through her text. the way corrie reads her bible is inspiring. the bible means something to her. it means EVERYTHING to this woman. i desire to have such a hunger and thirst for the words on the pages of my bible the way she does. its beautiful.

little snaps

finding joy. the Lord reminded me tonight that joy is to be had in every situation in our life. I have not experienced the pains and difficulties lots of others have faced, but I have been hurt and taken down. in these moments, I chose to look to Jesus with thanksgiving. tonight I saw him in the snow that is covering the sidewalk and street in front of my house. I feel very near to him in these moments when the rest of the world is quiet and slow. lets not forget the joy that is to be found in all areas of this life. 

"Rejoice always, pray constantly, give thanks in all circumstances for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus"  1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

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so incredibly thankful for these past four weeks, a break from school, and time spent with Jesus. he is so good. experienced the lord in new and exciting ways during this time. there are no words to describe where I am and what I have felt. wonder what path he will take me to during this upcoming semester. im all in, lets go!!

the start

some way or another you have managed to stumble upon this little blog. i really don't know the direction this blog will take. but that is just how my life is. i don't know the plans the lord has for me in my life. but i am living in a way that i chose to walk the path the lord has put in front of me. often, it appears that it is a path less traveled. i am excited about this little space because i enjoy writing and it is good for me to put on paper things in my head. my goal for this blog is to encourage people that life is less about us and more about jesus. john 3:30 says "he must become greater; i must become less." lets live this verse out.

less traveled

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day! 
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost