this is the story of a girl.

Hugs mean a lot to me. I don’t want one of those short, sloppy one-arm hugs from you. I actually want a long, meaningful one; wrap your arms around me and hold me really close to you. Hug me tight and don’t let me go. Make me feel secure while I’m in your arms. I love feeling like someone cares for me when they give me a nice, perfect hug. Trust me, it will truly make me happy.

I love this weather. When it’s sunny and I’m working I’m longing to be outside in the sunshine, going to the beach, going for a walk. But when it’s raining, it’s so cozy, I love looking outside. I love seeing the rain splash against the glass and to see the water drops sliding down the window. I love it. I can’t wait to get home to have a bubble bath while I listen to music and read by candlelight. 

Whenever I wear a cardigan to work with my black pants I always feel like Pam off The Office and everything I think in my head when I wear a cardigan is said in her voice. It’s kind of odd.

Sometimes I hate having such an imagination. I hate playing situations in my head with high exceptions for them only to be disappointed with the outcome in reality. My mind runs away while reality and life keeps going.

(Source: pursuingchastity, via untilmarriage)

No testing has overtaken you that is not common to everyone. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tested beyond your strength, but with the testing he will also provide the way out so that you may be able to endure it.

1 Corinthians 10:13

“God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.”
Psalm 46:1

I came across this verse tonight. I was just praying for strength and hope and this verse was at the top of an email that I received from the youth district for our church. I know God heard my cries, I know He heard my prayers. It’s an amazing God-moment when something assures you so much. Whether someone tells you they are praying for you or you find a verse of comfort, it so reassuring and you KNOW that without a doubt, He is listening to you and He loves you.

Frustrated.
Frustrated that we can’t talk. Frustrated that I can’t see you. It’s all I want to do. It’s been nearly 5 weeks of broken conversation and time-difference issues. I just want to talk to you. Like we used to. I want to talk to you for hours at night. I want to call you when I wake up. But I can’t. So I just sit by my phone hoping you’ll text back. Wishing you could call. I shouldn’t be frustrated. I shouldn’t be mad. It’s not your fault and it’s not mine. It just is. It’s just unfair.

I love trees so much. No two trees are the same, that’s what I love about them. They all have such character, no matter what age. Some have lots of branches, some have little. Some have flowers, some have berries. Some are very old, and some are new to this summer. Some lose their leaves, some grow fruit. All are beautiful. They all are so different and fascinating in their own way. I could watch them for a long time. I could watch their leaves flutter in the wind and their tall branches dance in the breeze. I could watch twigs fall softly to the ground and bark come loose. It may seem boring or odd, but I’d love to. If only I had the time…