Shattered Silence

To the guy who broke my heart, (Photo Credits Belong to Photographer: Rachel Barnitz)   As I have mentioned in old Blog posts before this, I have experienced the breaking of a broken heart.   I have felt what it feels like to have someone that you’re completely head over heels in love with, break and shatter your beautiful walls.   I have felt what it feels like to twist and angle the situation a thousand times over and over again in your head, replaying what you wish it would have been like.   I have even experienced the grief and aftermath of tears that won’t stop flowing even though I never even dated him.   However , that was then , and this is now . In the past, I would like someone based on who I thought they were.   I would begin to slowly but surely morph them into who I truly thought they were, and you know what the saddest part was? That that view was what I really saw.   That I saw that Godly man, instead of the Christ...

"Life is short, I wanna live it well. I’ve got one life, one story to tell." (Switchfoot, “Live it well”) I have spent far too many of my days crying in my bed because I was depressed for no reason. I have spent far too many of my days comparing myself to other people instead of being happy with who God created me to be. I have spent far too many of my days worrying about trivial matters that really don't matter. I have spent far too many of my days trying to please other people, often accidentally morphing myself into who they want me to be. I have spent far too many of my days thinking my big dreams in this small town were too silly to reach and pursue.   But, I have not spent far too many of my days laughing and crying from laughter until the sun rises because this life is just too beautiful to live. Or being happy with my gifts and talents that are unique as created by our Father above. Or not giving a care in the wo...

Loneliness, Longing, and the Single Christian Girl   (Photo Credit Belongs To Photographer: Amber Nicole Ginter. Yes, this is my fabulous artistic skills. Just stunning, I know)     I once wrote a post entitled “ Typical Single Christian White Girl Selfie ” around this time last year when I was struggling a lot with getting over a lost crush.   However, now that I am much over that failed relationship, I am finding that this season of singleness, especially including the loneliness and longing are beginning to stir in my heart yet again. But Why? Why am I longing for friends, friendships, and relationships that I desperately want to hang out with when Christ alone is supposed to fill these voids in my heart?   That having Him fill my loneliness is where I should find my contentment.   For I know indeed that I have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ in my heart, soul, and being, and that no love in this world will ever measure ...

“Reminisce”   I hope you reminisce over the way she used to smile.   The way she didn’t let anything get to her, but instead bravely faced the miles.   I hope you reminisce over the way she used to laugh.   The way she would giggle in silence with her best friend, although it couldn’t be captured through a photograph.   I hope you reminisce over the love she had for others.   The way she would give, and give, and give to random people, as if they were her brothers.   I hope you reminisce over the faith she had for Jesus Christ.   The way she would boldly, humbly, and compassionately elect herself as a living sacrifice.   I hope you reminisce over the joy she found in running or dancing for hours on end.   The way she would treat everyone she knew, inviting them to participate to spend.   I hope you reminisce over the value she found in family and spending time with them.   Just as Jesus did with His fami...

(Photo Credit: Amber Nicole Ginter, 2016: The Sun is setting) I have learned to accept who I am and who I am not and it may have taken all nineteen years leading up to my Birthday to figure that out, but you know what; that is okay! Okay? Yes, okay because I am still learning to love who I am amidst the things that life throws at me. Today for instance, I turn 20. It isn't so much the number that freaks me out or the notion that I'm no longer a teenager but, the associations and standards that come with the prime of the age. The responsibilities, the expected relationships, the jobs, the stress, the "I'm getting old trend" facade; they all petrify me.  Why? Because I know that regardless of what I do I'm going to have to blow another candle off the cake as the years go by and before I know it, this short life of mine will be over before I took the time to truly enjoy it. So how exactly, can such a small double digit number instill so much fear and pai...