our heart is restless

until it finds its rest in thee

and our souls are lost

and wander endlessly

but in you, my king

we find a home

in which to dwell

and a ship

on which to ride life’s swell.

we are sheep gone astray

but you do not leave us

you seek us

what wonder

it is to see a King

a God who loves

the ancients thought God would

have no time for something so weak

as a human

but our God not only

spends his time with us

but became one of us

what joy

it is to see

a God of such great

and wondrous mercy

a King betrayed

who forgives

and loves




Isabelle, nothing daunted by the reprimand of her elder, leapt out into the room to stare at me more easily. “Why aren’t you a grownup?”

“Because I’d rather not be, I suppose.”

Isabelle wrinkled her nose at me. “But when you’re grown up, people listen.”

“But most grownups have nothing to say.”

Isabelle nodded slightly. “Touchevem.”

“I think she means touché.” The boy gasped as if ice water had been thrown over him. “I could be wrong.”

Isabelle drew herself up to her full (not awfully significant) height, and her hair seemed to expand like an irritated hedgehog. She said in a frosty, haughty voice, “The word has always been Touchevem and it shall remain Touchevem and you unheducated bounders can boil your bottoms.”

“Amen?” I offered.


Chocolate Chip Cookies! Here you go!

(le disclaimer;I do not own the picture above and my family modified the Ghiridelli recipe. We did not invent it)

A recipe!

Chocolate Chip

  • 2 1/4 cups flour (all purpose white)
  • 1 tsp. baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1 tsp cinnamon (optional)
  • 1/2 tsp nutmeg (optional)
  • 1 cup butter, softened
  • 3/4 cups sugar, white
  • 3/4 cups brown sugar, packed
  • 2 tsp vanilla extract
  • 2 eggs
  • 2 cups chocolate chips (use Ghiradelli semisweet and everyone will love you)
  • 1 cup chopped pecans (also optional)

Preheat oven to 375 F. Stir flour, baking soda, salt and spices (please do try both cinnamon and nutmeg, the nutmeg makes the flavor amazing) and set aside. Beat butter with sugar until creamy; add vanilla and eggs one at a time, until incorporated.

Gradually add the dry ingredients and stir in chocolate chips and nuts (again, optional. If you have nut allergies, save yourselves! It turns out great without them.)

Drop on cookie sheets in small balls. You can actually put greased parchment paper over your cookie sheet and then the clean up is so simple you wouldn’t believe it. Also, the perfect thing for scooping the cookies is little ice cream scoops, the ones that make about an inch diameter balls. Works so much better than a teaspoon.

Bake 9 to 11 minutes or until golden brown. Don’t be fooled by their softness, they harden up after they come out of the oven. Don’t bake them for too long. If you like crunchier cookies, leave them on the cookie sheet for ten more minutes after they come out of the oven, and they’ll be harder. If you like softer cookies, leave them on the cookie sheet for just a little while and then transfer them to a rack to cool.

Lastly, enjoy! To keep these fresh, you can actually freeze them. If you don’t have a large family, freeze a batch or two in a Ziploc bag and leave them on the counter for a couple hours to thaw.

and a poem!

melty hot

I burn my mouth

cinnamon nutmeg

vanilla chocolate

waltz of flavors

ballroom of dough



I’m caught sneaking  too many–

oh no.

God bless, and I hope you enjoy!



do you hear our voices, starlight?

do you comprehend the moon?

can you tell me was i born in time

or was it far too soon?

can you tell the tender tales

of the loving drops of rain;

or sing the mighty praises

in a bittersweet refrain?

are you really truly real

or are you only just a dream?

is burning fire what you are

or does another essence teem

beneath the skin of your boiling

exterior and light?

and do you understand the way

that you light the night?

or is it that i’m dreaming

and hear nothing at all

of the truth of you, the starlight

glowing, eternal, small.



Infinite Sunset

The skyscape of the mind

curious and infinite

stretches out vast

fingertips reaching toward

the edges of possibility

incidentally ensnaring us all within.

Clouds heaped mountainous piles

craggy, deep, silver with rain,

the sun burning overtop

as though these nebulous floating water molecules

are islands,

drowning in blue that isn’t really blue

but appears to be.

Hilltops stretching up up up

noble faces toward us

smiles so old

we have forgotten they existed.


I’m alive

(cue the Sia song)

Hey, guys! I’m not actually dead. I’m sorry posts have been so few and far between, but I’ve barely had time to write or write posts, so writing usually gets my time. School is eating my life, but things are falling back into routine so that’s good, and I also wrote another couple sentences on my Nanowrimo novel after literally not touching it for a month. I’ve also read some really good books, so I ought to make a post with book recommendations soon.

Anyway, I just wanted to ask you guys (since I don’t really have that much time to post) what your favorite things on my blog are, so I can focus on that.

Would you like to read more of my poetry?

Should I post more stories?

Should I post more rants about life?

Do you want my family’s absolutely fabulous and wonderful chocolate chip cookie recipe?

Please tell me in the comments what you think I should do more of on this blog! Thank you all, you’re amazing, and God bless you!


Inside and Out

The darkness inside is not what was meant

To be written in the book of your soul

And the loneliness deep and kept all pent

Within doesn’t need to be full.

You aren’t defined by the silence you keep

For fear of breaking a dam

If all of the darkness inside is so deep

And you are afraid (I know that I am)

You aren’t made of darkness

And you were made of light

Even though light on its own is starkness

Every star that is named can shine bright.

The words are faulty and the storm

Is strong, but with trust we can get through

And someday we’ll find the strength to be warm

And someday be made brand new.


It’s Time to Begin

I couldn’t think of words which made more sense than these. If you know them already (from a song, maybe) then kudos.

It’s time to begin.

Don’t delay where you go.

Don’t take the path that’s well defined

don’t take the one you know.

You’ll never learn by repeating

the things you’ve already done

You’ll never find home by taking

A path someone else has won.

It’s time to begin

At last we’ve found our feet

And if we don’t know where to stand

We’ve got the map complete.

Maybe we need directions;

Another place to turn.

We still don’t have perfections;

And we’ve got an awful lot to learn.

But it’s better to know that you don’t know

Than live and also lie

And think you know exactly where you are

From the day you’re born ‘til you die.

I’m not completely sure where I’m going

But I know where I want to be

If the world is swiftly turning

Let me fall into eternity.

I forget where it is that I’ve been

And I forget how to get where I want to go

Perhaps instead of saying I’ve forgotten

I should say that I don’t know.

I’m not the one who has to know

How to get there, since you see

I’m not the one with directions

I’m the one being led simply.

It’s time to begin

Isn’t it?

At last we’ve begun to start

And if we’re still confused

We can see our way to the heart.

Take your feet where they may lead you

Take the path less trodden by

I pray your paths will lead you

On your path to the light in the sky.

Happy New Year. May you find what needs to be found.



Is it truly possible

To love so deeply

That the love is not love

And darkness falls within?

Or is it our imagination

Our perverted nature

That destroys the love

We are sure is pure

And replaces it with something




Merry Christmas

In the words of another, Christ the Savior is born.

The King of Love and Light has come.

God and peace and love be with you.

Merry Christmas.

I send you all, my very dear friends, all my love and prayers this Christmas.

May God bless you and keep you, may his face shine upon you, and may he walk with you always.