for my father



My dad--drinking coffee of course! photo by mama.

                                                                            ~

      Papa, when I was little I would sit on your board-

straight towards that blue horizon.

I was never scared you know

I knew you, the strongest man in the world, were right there

It still happens, no matter where we are or what kind of situation we're in

When you're right there 

I'm safe

My dad, the strongest man in the world

Here on earth we are fallen-nothing is perfect.
Only our Father in Heaven, our savior Jesus--only He can love perfectly.

Still,

It's a good example of our Heavenly Father, right?

No matter where we are 

He's with us 

We're safe

Because

Our Father IS the One True God

Thank you Papa

For being my earthly father

For all that you are, all that you teach us, all the adventures.

Thank you most of all

for guiding us towards our Heavenly Father

and our inheritance and abundant life in 

Him.

~

Papa,

I love you so much and I am so grateful to God for you!

Happy Father's Day!

The righteous man who walks in integrity—
     blessed are his children after him!

Proverbs 20:7

the pleasing rhythm of everyday

c. Emily/song of the sea

Life has just started to slow down into the pleasing rhythm of  ( almost, not quite) ordinary days.
My sister Hannah's graduation was beautiful and so much fun! I am so proud of my big sis and the beautiful,godly woman the Lord is fashioning in her! ( Pictures of the ceremony are coming!!!)

My life this week has been full of taking pictures, going for walks with my two favorite littles in the world ( brother and baby sister), cooking, chores, tea, lots and lots of drawing ( want to see some?), family Bible time, singing, studying,history with my brother, music, talking, leftover graduation cake ( =, flowers, coffee, pondering, dish-washing, smiles, sniffles, light, wonder...more comes to mind as I write.

You know, life is simple and wondrous every day.

We just need to recognize it all comes out of our Father's loving hand.

Much love,
Emily

a graduation celebration preparation

My sister Hannah is graduating from homeschool this saturday!

We are in a flutter of excitement and a flurry of busy preparation!

So please don't mind my absence, I'll be back next week!

xoxo.

rose of my heart

A poem I wrote today.

Rose of My Heart Allegory


Rose of my heart, sing sweetly as you grow in faith
Knowing one day
The Gardener's work will be finished in you

Open your petals to the sky
As your roots grow deep
As trials and love deepen your
Trust

Inspire others to love Him
Grow in His love
Grow in your love for His people

One day your petals will fall
And all that will be left is a soul
             taken up to your LORD
Perfected by the Master

HE
Who planted you
Who grew you
Who watered you
Who tenderly pruned you
Who picked you.
~

Much love,
Emily

Stepping towards the light.

                                                                   This is me. photo by my dear Hannah

From my journal:

  April 28, 2012

 ''Seventeen. That's what I am today.It is just incredible to me how the future becomes the present so     

quickly, that growing up is a reality. For the first time in many birthdays, this concept of leaving behind    an age, a part of myself, and moving on isn't bothering me.

 We all move forward--this time I'm excited. I'm excited to grow and learn and live and to walk along the   stepping stones of life, simply in awe that the LORD of the universe is the One directing my path, guiding my steps. Growing older is not a dark threat, it's moving towards the light.''

Thank you,  dearest Kelsey, for taking this beautiful photo!

On Saturday, we had a fun little exploring day with my family--who, may I point out, are my favorite people in the world. I love them to the moon and back.
Then...

We had a little family get-together on Sunday at my grandparents house. It was perfect. Just to be surrounded by people I LOVE  was such a blessing from God!

My heart is so full.

Well. Can't sing I am sixteen-going-on-seventeen anymore. I smile as I write that. Because, you want to know why, seventeen? You're already promising to be wonderful.