cleaning is catharsis.
My loves, thoughts, hopes, dreams and more.
Come Thou Fount.
dreamin’.
my dream is to be an art therapist, to see people awakened to real life. revived in deep places that are numb or shut off. to push them into grace and healing with each touch of a material or stroke of a brush. to watch and participate with those coming back to life, from a place of brokeness, numbness, darkness and a place of a living death. whether that means emotional abuse, physical exploitation, mental handicap, or living under a terminal illness… i want to enter into those places with ways and hope of using art to restore and renew light, hope, purpose, belovedness, truth and grace for each person i work with.
thats my dream. jesus take me there, open doors and spur thoughts and creative ways to get there. equip me and send me. thanks for creating me with these desires, forgive me when i need to be reminded that its possible and you are pleased in these hopes and desire to see me walk into what you made me to do and gave me a heart to long to do.
in these stages of dreaming and praying, prepare me. let me not lose hope, give me friends to spur me to follow You and Your dreams in me. how do i tangibly seek You and these visions of the future now?
Set a fire down in my soul that I can’t contain and I can’t control. I want more of you God.
(Source: agirlchangingtheworld)
“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”
— William Saroyan
(Source: misswallflower, via rainydaysandblankets)
