hope and a future





in you O Lord I rest and confidentially trust.

not because i have it all figured out,
but because i don't

not because i understand you,
but because i love you.

we crave to understand and get our heads
and hands
around it all,

but oh man, isn't love so much greater?
can i just rise to the rooftops and shout to the stars that i

that i don't want to
understand.
for it is not the longing of my spirit.

i don't want to understand
i want to be overwhelmed.


oh, God, for I know your plans for me,
that they are plans to prosper me and not to harm me,
plans to awaken me each day with hope
and to leave me staring
wonder-struck
into the divine future you have for me.

i don't need to understand everything you have said,
only to trust that you are love so deep,
and that you know what is best for me
faaaar better than I ever ever could.

that you are an ocean.
that i am your little ocean,
learning to rise and crash with
your sacred rhythm

Papa, take away from me every worry,
every ache,
every storm in my head that says
i must understand

i must know.

no, haha. noooo. thank you that you have not given me a spirit that i should
fear. but
but one of power,
and of love,
and of a sound mind.

a mind that is at rest in you.
a mind sleeping in the boat,
when the seas are chaos and storms.

O, Father. my spirit, my heart, ever etched in the poetry of your breath,
it was made for love. Love, love, love,

wonder. hope. future.

my longing is not to know you,
but to love you,
and love you,
and love you.

oh, Papa, teach me to dance.
teach me to dance like you.







a hundred and eighty days



until you have sacrificed
don't judge those who are
sacrificing on the

daily

until you've risked everything you have
for someone else
someone you may not even

know

don't underestimate the

compassion

of those who feel like they haven't really

lived

until they've found something worth
risking their lives for.

Until you have felt

hollow 

inside
for one hundred and eighty days in a row,

until you've cried at night
or in the shower
or in the dark
or in the car for

a hundred and eighty days in a row

or longer.

until you've dreamed that he was coming home
only to wake up to a seven

thousand

mile gap between you

Until you have experienced the distance
and the ache in your chest where half your heart is

missing

Until you have experienced the worry
and the thousands of plaguing thoughts about
everything
that could possibly go wrong

Until you have voluntarily laid your own life down
to the greater calling of service to another,
to a purpose so much larger than yourself,

Until you have been afraid of what all of that could imply,

Until you have had to stand in an airport terminal
and say goodbye
and actually

let go

Until you have left your life and your loves behind
to instead devote yourself to the protection of a

nation,

of me, you, the person next to you,

Until the closest you can get is just a letter he touched,
Until the sweetest sound in the world is

his voice 

broken up over a bad Skype connection,

Until you have felt the courage to go,
or the dedication it takes to stay,
or the rivers of strength it takes to wait,
to cry,
to look for words but find none beyond 'i miss you',
to keep going,
to keep pushing on,
to keep persevering

Until you have felt that pain,
but at the same time that enormous amount of pride,

maybe those in our country who make no sacrifices themselves,
shouldn't be passing judgement
on those who are making those sacrifices

on those who are serving and protecting our right
to judge,
to belittle,
to bash,
and to misunderstand.

maybe there should be slightly less awareness for things that matter so little,
and more awareness and

respect

for the fact that there are souls who fight to give me the freedom to even be able to

write this,

and for you to

read it.

maybe
someone who has fallen fighting for this,
for us,
for now,
for the future,

should trend higher than
a comment a celebrity made on twitter.

maybe
we should talk about this more

talk about
them
more.

Maybe
it's true

that you haven't, in fact, truly lived,
until you've found something

worth 

fighting for





poetry (of sorts) because my heart is heavy about the way things are and the fact that celebrities and meaningless hashtags are trending over the SEAL that was killed in action recently. and also because i miss someone who is currently feeling so far away (but i'm so so proud of him). 

lOVE,
kATE


for me but maybe for you too





today it might feel like everything is breaking up.
but believe me, it's still worth holding on to.

even now.

you're still worth holding on to.

even now.



these things too, shall pass,
sacred heart.

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
Isaiah 41:10

Navajo trail || the road is home



Navajo Trail || 1.3 miles
Bryce, Utah

we circled the parking lot over and over and over again until we found a place to park among the cars with license plates from everywhere you could think of. it was morning but it was already hot enough to be wearing a bandanna soaked in cold water.

tongues native to seemingly every nation on earth filled the canyon with echos as we hiked down the switchbacks and into the gold. the formations pointed up to the blue, blue sky like fingers giving all the credit for their beauty to someone bigger (& breathing stars).

we sweated and laughed and i'm sure somebody was carrying sunscreen. i waited forever at a particularly enchanting turn in the trail for the guy in the plaid shorts to move so i could snap a photo. he apologized for being in the way and then moved further into the frame. oh well. there he will be forever. and now on the internet too, no less.

dad took a photo for a tourist couple and couldn't read the chinese writing on her iphone so abbie helped him find the right buttons. i filmed the process.

we climbed back up up up into what felt like a different layer of the world. the busy layer. so different from where the giants lived and loomed. big and red and orange and nectary yellow.

abbie and i looked out over it all and burned it into our camera lenses and memories like our eyes had room enough to fit it all inside. i wish they did.





because i had a moment of quiet and nothing and a burning desire to say happy new year to my wonderful friends. <3 who ate sugar cookies at christmas? who had a fun new year? how bout those resolutions?


xoxo
kATE