Summer nights of July

Life has consisted of reading the Psalms, Revelation, and love letters written by Jesus.

I’ve been watchin’ a bit of New Girl, building new friendships, and falling more in love with this season in my life.

Several evenings this week I have had the honor of spending quality time with quality people over delicious food and foamy lattes. These conversation have consisted of talking about the faithfulness of God, the beauty of living out singleness well and the honor it brings the Lord. We have discussed testimonies, the redemption of Christ, shared stories and made silly voices. I laughed more this weekend than I have since I arrived.

This week I spent a load of time filling my mind with Kingdom thoughts and Godly truth; I hope my whole life can mirror this week. I hope my growing never stops. I hope to never stop being fascinated by Jesus. I hope to live out this season well.

This week I listened to teachings about William Wilberforce and his dedication to being fascinated by Christ on a daily basis. I decided that this is the type of man I desire to marry. This week I was reminded that a woman should never settle for just not being cheated on and that a man shouldn’t settle for just being freed from sexual addiction.

I have decided that I won’t settle for less than meekness, wisdom, tenderness, restraint, and a self-sacrificial love that is poured out with a prophetic vision for destiny.

I am not one that thinks whole-heartedly-without-a-shadow-of-doubt that one day I will get married-I have no idea. I have decided that I trust the Lord with my future. I have decided that if I do marry I pray that my husband is willing to carve out the optimum condition for my heart to flourish, explode, bloom and blossom. I pray that my husband takes up the challenge to wash me in the word.

“When men fight for her destiny it frees her up to fight for his.” -David Sliker

And if I never marry I know the Lord is enough.

[I usually don’t write posts about things this personal/Christian blog clique but after a week such as this I felt compelled to do so. This is with the hope that somehow my journey encourages others as they walk out their own.]


Dear Kansas City,

I have lived in you for 1 month and 4 days. I have enjoyed your purest coffee shops, your winding highways, peonies, poppies, bakeries, brick buildings and most of all my office space. Thank you for teaching me about independence from comforts and dependence upon Jesus. Thank you for introducing me to genuinely kind souls who call all that you offer home.

I arrived in you with an open mind and deep hopes. My mind has been overwhelmed with my analyzing tendencies and my hopes have been transformed into something more unique. I have fallen in love with my routine of prayer room hours, teaching moments in an office with world changers, and a kitchen that holds the most tasteful possibilities.

The hours of my days are spent primarily with just you and me. Me and Kansas City. Kansas City and I. Together we pursue Jesus. United we fight for freedom. Jointly you and I are venturing into more possibilites than my stale mind can conjure.

KC I think you and I make a great team.

Thank you for teaching me that it is okay to experience beauty alone. Thank you for introducing me to your friends. I can only hope to one day return the favor.

Here’s to more adventures, coffee, and (hopefully) more puppies.