They all come pouring oils of sweet fragrance onto your feet. I come with my empty jar, not even a drip to offer… Yet you still welcome me to sit at your feet.
What a beautiful God you are.
5:02 AM
I am made up of unsweetened green tea, green skittles, charcoal pencils, sky blue scissors, monochrome rainbows, unfinished novels/journals/sketchbooks, humbling blessings, the smell of laundry, sepia-toned photographs, unmade plans, truthful lies & false truths, dry hands, unvisited cities, purple & orange skies, good food + good music = good soul, vulnerability, broken streetlights, faded polaroids, answered & unanswered prayers, messy but cozy rooms, abnormal-looking clouds, broken guitar strings, half empty bottles of water (or half full?), ripped pages of the bible, blushing, shadowfeet, carrot cake, crunchy leaves, vandalized walls, collection of white crayons, blurry photographs, foreign songs, book of quotes, honest lyrics, notes that are out of key, home-baked chocolate chip cookies, unsent letters, snail mail collections, late night conversations, chapped lips, shuffled playlists, food-stained shirts, backseat windows, awkward smiles & glances, love from a humble cobbler to a stubborn daughter (i love my dad...), therapeutic smiles, sunflowers, tea bags, friendly dogs, movies with unrealistic expectations, cracked shutters, useless lists (along with this one), car conversations, undeserved love...
& i don't understand how paper beats rock.
