Gotta love it

61. holding hands, when my fingers are enwrapped around anothers, that certain someone rubbing his thumb softly.

 

62. wildflowers

63. walking around the fair with Marie

 

64. getting married one day to the my soul-mate God has out there for me

65. gentle breeze, especially near the water

66. Hot, steaming, brothy, vegetable soup

67. Having curves, having actual hips...being the pear body-shape God made me

68. Granny Squares

69. Double wedding ring quilts

70. cute fuzzy warm socks

 

71. someone playing with my hair

 

72. being wrapped in a beanie & scarf on a cold day

73. fresh untouched snow

74. icicles

75. undisturbed spider's web

76. Glittens, fingerless glove-mittens

77. Ducks

78. Otters

79. Strange & silly pointless facts

80. Having such strong passion, desires, feelings, & emotions

81. that perfect cute pair of heels that make you feel gorgous

82. a cute pair of boots

83. comfy sweater

84. Campfires & Fireplaces

85. Roasted Marshmallows

Letting my hair down

*Originally written on January 8th, 2011*

Underneath the crystal ice sky the glorious sun envelops, His magnificent warmth embracing me, as He gently carasses my skin.  I begin to move quicker now, getting energized by His power with each step I take down the road well traveled.  Trees guide me along and I begin to lose myself within the anointing falling upon me; the wind pushes me farther into His presence.  For the first time, I raise my hand and slowly release the pressure that holds me back, reminding me of all that I need to attain, to strive for to ever be considered worthy for anyone...for the first time I run with my hair down.

At first, it stays down, not sure of what happened, it quietly lays upon my back but as I keep striving toward Him, it begins to loosen up and soon enough catches the breeze and sways with the world.  I hit a sunny patch and begin to feel as if my hair smiles behind me as it seems to absorb every ray...it begins to dance, dance to its own unique rhythm, its own beat. Reminded of the divine purpose, its reason for being.  It's my crowning glory, my stand of faith-a sign to my Almighty Heavenly Father of my stand in faith, my trust in Him, His power, His decision, and His guidance.  Each strand of hair has a number that God has given it, its very own number, and not one that falls isn't noticed.  

A confidence grows within my heart, my spirit...I am a daughter of God, made in His image, His likeness, shining His light to the world...this run has re-powered me, reminding me of something the world tries to make me forget, but my love for Him I shall never forget.