Laden with guilt and full of fears
I fly to Thee my Lord
And not a glimpse of hope appears
But in Thy written word
The volumes of my Father's grace
Does all my grief's assuage
Here I behold my Savior's face
In every page

This is the field where hidden lies
The pearl of price unknown
That merchant is divinely wise
Who makes the pearl his own
Here consecrated waters flow
To quench my thirst of sin
Here the fair tree of knowledge grown
No danger dwells within

This is the judge that ends the strife
Where wit and reason fail
My guide to everlassing life
Throughout this gloomy vale
O may Thy counsels, mighty God
My roving feet command
Nor I fosake the happy road
That leads to Thy right hand

images from last weekend.

you're it.

Mark and I played "tag" on Sunday afternoon in my front yard at home...and let me just tell you...it was a blast.

"tag with just 2 people, Katie?" you're probably saying...and my answer is, "yes."

and no, we aren't 9 years old. haha.

it was a really good time - and I'll be honest, wore me slap out. Seriously - you just sprint. that's it. sprinting and cutting, and bending your body in crazy ways to stay away from those outstretched fingers that are just centimeters from your back. I realized that I'm no longer in elementary school and was out of breath within about 45 seconds...but I of course, kept wearin' the pants off my boyfriend with my lightening speed. I pretty much ran him into the ground and crowned myself "queen of tag." (although he may disagree...don't believe a word he says). haha.

So, next time you get the opportunity (i.e. - you and someone else are in some grass with no shoes on, and you are willing to get sweaty and stinky and out of breath)...PLAY TAG. You won't regret it. I promise.

Mark surprised me and took me to see a Broadway musical last night. "Cats" was playing in Greenville at the Peace Center for their 25th anniversary - and it was INCREDIBLE. Those people are insanely talented.

Also, an FYI:

My top 3 NASCAR drivers are as follows:
1. Jimmie Johnson
2. Kasey Khane
3. Karl Edwards


The End.

hearts tangled
tears wept
love lost
like dust, swept

there are some questions I will never know the answers to. my life has been a journey that I never imagined would take the course that it has taken...that I could have never even dreamt in my wildest dreams. the biting reality of its course boggles my mind and clouds my perception quite often. it is no fantasy. life doesn't take place in a storybook, and I delight in that fact. but reflection brings question and with it, a ripple of emotion.

desire. (emotion). longing. (complete). fulfillment. (broken). love.

there are a lot of things I miss. a lot of things I wish I could change. a lot of things I weep for. a lot of love I wish I could give. but no regrets.

my innermost being is known by the creator of the universe. and one day, all of the questions will answered...

until then, I will hope.

"Now, love is not a feeling in your chest
It is bending down to wash another’s feet
It is faithful when the sun is in the west
And in the east"

-Andrew Peterson