truly knowing You

I wonder how you’d take your coffee, if you’re a morning person, if you like to sing.
I wonder if you’d listen to folklore with me in the car even though she curses.
I wonder if you get cold easily like I do, and I wonder what your favorite candle scent is.
It’s the trivial things that keep me up, like your favorite color or your sense of style.
It’s the little things that make you up, like what we would talk about if you were really here for a while.
I wonder if you’d like skateboarding, or if you’d prefer to go grocery shopping alone.
I wonder if you have a favorite season, or if you like them all for different reasons– I do.

I know about your grace, peace, and majesty, but I just wish I knew what your laugh sounded like.

she’s still here

she’s been such an inspiration for so long– longer than I can remember. she’s just always been in my life, always providing the soundtrack for whatever season I’m going through. she comes and goes, but she’s always encouraging.

i don’t know her, but I can feel that she wants the best for me.

what’s happening in me now is beautiful and new– it only makes sense that she’d release something beautiful and new. i’m sitting on our patio drinking mediocre coffee and eating a piece of the banana bread brit made yesterday. the sun is warm, but the breeze is cool. i’m listening to my morning mercy playlist. my toes are in the grass and the sky is clear and the air feels new today. it’s exciting, definitely, but it’s also peaceful and calm and comfortable. it feels like alone, but not lonely.

i feel like she probably knows the feeling, and she’s probably written about it too.

32

Close your eyes,
go to a beautiful place,
go to the nearest house,
and open the door.

You from ten years into the future answers the door.
What is she like?

32.

I think she’s glowing, just radiantly happy. She’s confident in where she’s at and where God has her right now. She’s beautiful and kind. She invites me in immediately and makes sweet coffee. She gives long, tight hugs and smells like shampoo. She is gentle, and she is genuine. She has lots of real, interesting friends, and her Spirit-filled community is stronger than ever. She’s content sitting here with me sipping coffee, but I can tell if I were to suggest an adventure, she’d already be packed.

I think she probably thinks about me a lot.

She is encouraging and loving and brave and wise. I couldn’t stay long, and I could tell as I was leaving that there is much more to her than meets the eye. Is she married? Does she have kids? Is she successful in her career? I can’t tell any of these things, and maybe it’s because she doesn’t let those things define her. I noticed her Bible, thick with sticky notes and crumpled, tea-stained pages. I noticed her journals piled high the side table. He is who defines her, finally.

And I’m so excited to be her.