pause

This is where I feel at home. Right here, away from the rest of the world with coffee in hand and words on my mind. It has been a while since I’ve been able to sit and be still. There is always something more to do, someone to call, something to check off my on-going to-do list that never seems to end.

I’ve realized it’s okay to just stop sometimes. I’m not necessarily saying you should skip work on Monday because you could use a break or that you shouldn’t do your assignment because you don’t feel like it, thats not the kind of stop I have in mind.

This stop is different. Consider it more of a pause, a step back to look at the world around you. Life moves faster than we can keep up with most of the time. Darling, look around you.

Last weekend, I went the homecoming game at the high school I went to. My brothers go to the high school and I happened to be in town that weekend. Standing on the football field after the game to take pictures for them, I laughed out loud at how crazy life is. It seems like yesterday that I was dressed up in my sparkly drill team uniform doing high kicks on that exact same field, eyes wide and heart open, dreaming of life after my red lipstick dancing days. What I would be when I grew up, the kind of person I would become, where God would lead my footsteps.

And as I stood there, I began to think about life since then. Going off to college as a freshman, not knowing a lot about the world outside of my hometown except that it held a lot of unknowns. Completely oblivious to the fact that these next four years would shape who I would become someday. I had no idea the people that I would meet, the memories I would make, the struggles I would face.

The pain of death to someone I admired, my grandpa and my hero, and now I miss his laugh everyday. There was the kind of love that swept me off my feet and the following heartbreak that scattered my heart into a million pieces, wondering how to make sense of that part of myself again. I walked through the darkness of depression and experienced the Lord’s power to heal. I felt the brokenness of sin in my life and received grace time and time again that I didn’t deserve. I’ve seen the constant sacrifice of friendship. The people who are there, no matter what. I fell deeply and madly in love with my Savior. I’ve experienced freedom and joy that I didn’t know was possible. I’ve learned to stop planning out my life. Somehow it always works out, even if it wasn’t my plan. To pray on my knees and open my hands. To let go of control.

One thing in my life stayed the same. I never walked through anything alone.

Pause.

Tears fill my eyes as I reflect on God’s faithfulness and sovereignty. His deep love that I still can’t comprehend. The way He chases after my soul and reminds me that He is enough.

As I stood on the field, a senior in college, four years older than when I last stood on that field. Different perspective, same wide eyed and open hearted girl. Uncharted waters in the year ahead.

I often wonder what will happen in the next four years. If so much happened in the last four years, I can’t imagine what will happen in the next. But there is no reason to fear.

Dear friend, when you take a step back and look around, you will see it too. How all the tiny bits and pieces of your life, while they may not make sense at the time or even now, fit together to make a beautiful piece of art.

What once felt like shattered glass can eventually feel like the sun shining through colorful, radiant windows in a chapel. The silver lining amongst the dark clouds.

You can press play again in a moment, but for now, pause. Let this truth sink in, remember what the Lord has done in your life up until now. What He is doing now, the things you are thankful for and the things you don’t understand.

Until we reach the place we were created to be with the One who created us, my friend, remember that life is beautiful. Not the kind of beautiful that is always perfect and put together, the messy, shambly kind of beautiful. The kind that brings us to our knees and then reminds us who we are. How small we are, how big our God is.

“Be still, and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10

 

 

 

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a romantic pursuit

The first sip of an iced soy White Rocker from White Rock Coffee in Dallas, TX is one of my favorite things in the world. It sounds silly, I know. I mean who finds that much joy in a simple little beverage, right? But it is true. I love it. The taste of espresso, white chocolate, soy milk all mixed together to make the perfect combination the second it reaches my taste buds. 10/10 recommend.

I LOVE sunsets. Every time I look up at the sky painted yellow, stroked with colors of orange, lightly brushed with hints of pink, my soul can’t help but rejoice. A sunset never ceases to make me smile and be thankful to be alive in this crazy and beautiful life.

Laughter. My favorite activity and way to burn calories (I mean if it’s a good laugh, that can be considered kind of an ab-workout, right? Maybe?). WHO DOESN’T LOVE TO LAUGH. I think people need to laugh every single day. It’s good for you and it’s fun.

I’m obsessed with people. I love talking to people and hearing their stories and adventures and dreams. I love knowing little details and facts about people that make them unique and different than anyone else. I love spending time with friends who know me better than I know myself because it is freeing, and meeting people who don’t know a single thing about me because it is refreshing.

Darling, I want to let you in on a secret that could change the way you look at things now.

Raise your hand if you have a desire to be in love. To be pursued, to be sought after, to have someone who knows everything about you, from the the weird little quirks to the things you love, to be told that you are beautiful, captivating, intriguing, lovely. This desire is rooted and strewn into the precious heart of every woman, it is the creative and wonderful way the Lord made us.

Last week, my family and I went to a lake to spend time together as a family. We rented a house on Lake Palestine in Chandler and literally did nothing all week, and it was the best thing ever. By nothing, I mean floating in the lake, laying out in the sun, riding around in the jet ski around, and just sitting. Being still, being together. One morning, I walked outside with my Bible and my journal to hang out with Jesus near the lake. Suddenly as I was sitting in a comfy chair overlooking the view, thinking, praying, I realized something. As I sat there, I could almost feel the Lord whispering in my ear, “Meredith, I love you.” My heart was full to the brim with peace, I felt as if I had reached a whole new level of contentment. In that moment, He was enough. I had everything I ever needed because He loves me, He really loves me. Not like that flower in “The Little Mermaid” where she picks off each petal and wonders if her prince loves her, “He loves me, he loves me not.” No, dear one, not like that at all. It is real. The ultimate pursuit. A divine romance.

And I love Him.

I was reading Psalm 103 and came upon this verse (11) that captivated my heart, “For His unfailing love toward those who fear Him is as great as the height of the heavens above the earth.” I don’t know exactly where Heaven is. You can’t look it up on Google maps or ask Siri to show you the location, you must have faith that it’s there somewhere. But from my understanding, the earth and Heaven are pretty far apart, perhaps you could even say the distance is infinite. And this verse tells us that His love is equivalent to that distance, so just like the math equation, one equals the other. God’s love never ends.

DOES THAT SEND CHILLS DOWN YOUR SPINE AND MAKE YOUR HEART PUMP FASTER? As I write this blog post right now in this very second, I can’t stop smiling. “Ho Hey” by the Lumineers is playing in the background and I want to get up and dance in the middle of the coffee shop. I have that fluttery, butterflies in your stomach feeling, the kind where you come home swooning like a princess and gently fall on your bed as if you were flying, wondering how this feeling can be possible. The feeling of being in love, and knowing that He feels the same way about you.

In the morning when I wake up, throughout the day, at night when I go to sleep, I know that the Lord is romancing me in ways that He knows I will feel His love. Reading a verse that I absolutely need to hear, listening to my favorite song on the way to work, having an encouraging conversation with a friend, sitting down for dinner with my family, moments of laughter where I can’t breathe and tears are rolling down my cheeks. Just like the little things I mentioned at the beginning, these are times that I feel His presence.

Times that I feel known because He knows me better than anyone. Times that I feel captivating because He never ceases to pursue me and draw me nearer to Him. Times that I feel wanted because my Lord has placed a longing for eternity in my soul until the day He calls me home, to be with Him forever. Times that I feel deeply, wholeheartedly, infinitely loved because He loves me. And that love will never go away.

“I know these will all be stories some day, and our pictures will become old photographs. We all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here, and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song, and that drive with the people who you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.”  Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

This quote isn’t necessarily a quote about Jesus, but these words speak to my soul. I experienced a moment like this in Chile this summer. We were at a beach surrounded by cliffs and huge rocks. The ocean roared as the waves crashed onto the shore, as if they had been told to. The sky was bright blue and the sun shined boldly. It was almost as if we were hidden from the rest of the world, amidst a breath taking discovery that most people don’t know exists, shielded by a place that was ours. I hurriedly threw off my shoes and sprinted to the tide splashing onto the sand that was sinking beneath my toes. As I was standing in the water with wind blowing in my hair and my arms lifted to the sky, freedom filled my eyes, joy echoed through my dancing, and all I could do was look to the sky and gaze in awe.

His fingerprints are everywhere. God’s love surrounds us in the little things and the big things every single day. Through moments, people, words, iced coffee, rain drops, snuggles on the couch with fluffy pillows and twinkly lights.

Isaiah 43:1, 4 “Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you. I have called you by name; you are mine…Because you are precious to me. You are honored, and I love you.”

When you truly realize this and believe these words to the core of your soul, darling child of God, I promise you, you’ll be infinite.

 

 

 

heart to heart || Chile

Hi there! I am currently sitting in my apartment overlooking the city of Santiago, Chile and drinking a cup of coffee that I bought from the little market across the street. So tonight, I felt the need to write because writing is how I process the never-ending current of thoughts flowing through my mind, but I wanted to do something a little different tonight.

I want to pretend that we are having a heart to heart conversation right now, as if you and I are sipping coffee together and discussing life and everything under the sun and laughing at the craziness of it all. 

So hello, my dear friend. I hope that you had a moment today where you laughed so hard that you cried and a moment that made you sit back and smile. I have a few stories that I want to share with you from the past weekend and some things that have been on my mind lately.

My first story starts with a twisted road up a mountain and a pair of skis. A small group of us took a trip to Valle Nevado on Saturday to go skiing in the Andes Mountains for the day. Bundled up head to toe in our gear, we climbed into a van full of strangers for the next hour and half journey to reach the top of the mountain. However, there were a few people from England, Scotland and Belgium on our van, who we soon befriended and chatted with for the remainder of the drive. One of my favorite things is meeting people from other places with completely different lifestyles and cultures, yet to be reminded that people, regardless of where they are from, are just people- what a beautiful thing to realize. Once we arrived to the mountain, we could hardly contain our excitement as we rode the ski lift to hit our first slope that we had so anxiously been awaiting. If you have ever been skiing before, you will know what I am talking about when I ask you this. You know that feeling that you get, mid-mountain, with skis gliding flawlessly along the freshly powered snow, a view of pure majesty encompassing your surroundings, and an overwhelming sense of freedom that makes your jaw drop in awe? I am honestly getting chills just thinking about it!

If you know me, one thing is without a doubt true that I reluctantly admit because of pride. Directions. I am the worst at following them. I mean the kind of directions like when you are trying to follow a map (major s/o to Google Maps), not the kind when you are trying to listen listening to an instruction (even though sometimes I am lacking in this area too…but that is a story for another day, my friend). I promise this has a point. Before skiing down the run we had previously chosen, our group decided to meet at a lift near the bottom of the mountain. Midway down the slope, I felt like Waldo in one of those pictures where he is hidden so well, that you soon begin to doubt he is even in there. I decided I had two options. One, go sit in a coffee shop and cry away my worries because getting lost makes me nervous and I hate being alone. Or two, go have the time of my life skiing in the Andes Mountains by myself and seize the moment.

After spending ten minutes trying to wade through snow because I kept falling almost knee deep and was starting to get stares from the onlookers (true story), I hopped on another ski lift and asked the girl next to me if she knew other good routes to take on the mountain, explaining to her that I was lost from my friends. I found out her name is Claudia and her dad, who was on the ski lift as well, Gonzalo. She told me how she hopes to be fluent in English and I told her how I hope to be fluent in Spanish, so we decided to help each other with words we didn’t understand. She invited me to ski with her and her dad down the mountain to meet her mom and boyfriend for coffee. We sat at this little café and talked about life in Chile, politics in the United States, their family, school, work and enjoyed the company of new friends. When we got back to the slopes, I ran into my group again and joined them for the day. But I learned a valuable lesson that day from facing my fear of being alone that will carry on into the rest of my life.

Sometimes getting lost isn’t so lonely, and you may be surprised when you are unexpectedly found. 

My second story is another one of my favorite memories looking back on this trip. On Sunday morning, a few friends and I hopped on a bus to go to a missionary church here in Santiago. Once we finally found it, we realized we were an hour and half early. Hoping to find a place to eat, we walked around the neighborhood and stumbled upon a little café, which happened to be the cutest place in the world. I love how in life, you can search for the best places to go on Yelp or Trip Advisor, find the location on Google Maps, and have a whole plan mapped out. Yet somehow, I have found that the most cherished moments are the ones that are unplanned. The ones that are spontaneous and catch you off guard.

We didn’t know anyone when we stepped into the church that day. It was one of those unique times that you feel the presence of the Lord in the room because of the radiant joy and passion overflowing from the people. One by one each person came up to us to give us a warm welcome. Some asked for our names and genuinely wanted to know our story, where we were from, why we are here in Chile. While a lady was on stage greeting everyone as the service started, she asked us to introduce ourselves in front of the church (sounds dramatic I know, but there weren’t too many people there- Chile v. Australia fútbol game was the same time as church 🙂 ).

There is something profoundly beautiful about worshipping Jesus in a different language. I always think about how people all over the world are praising His name in the way that they know how, and all for the same reason. To vibrantly express the bubbling over love for Jesus that we have inside of our hearts and to celebrate the immense, unconditional, incomparable love that He has for us. To jump up and down because of the truth that sets us free, and to sing at the top of our lungs for the grace we do not deserve and the eternal life that we eagerly await until the day we are called home. Something about singing to my Savior, “Tu gracia cautivó mi corazón, tu espiritu me guia a la verdad, tu amor no fallará,” that makes me take a step back in wonder. What a glorious and amazing God we serve that no matter where they are in the world, believers can gather together and share in One hope.

John 16:33 ““I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”

Dear friend, thank you for hanging with me tonight! I hope you enjoyed these little anecdotes and life thoughts and analogies. Lately, the Lord has constantly been reminding me that He is enough. To cease striving, let go of the reigns and enjoy the ride.

Ciao from Chile!

Love, Meredith

rush hour

I’ve never lived in the middle of a big city until this summer. Falling asleep to the subtle roar of cars driving at night, waking up to the sun peeking through the windows to begin the new day, and simply living life from the 6th floor of an apartment building in the constantly buzzing city of Santiago, Chile. Sometimes life moves so fast that I forget about the silence.

Have you ever experienced a moment in life where words wouldn’t do justice? Those moments where you have no words, the ones that leave you speechless. Darling, I have realized this is something I too often forget. I love words. I love coming up with different ways to say things or learning a new word and the meaning behind it. But I have realized these past few weeks that sometimes, there are no words.

In the world we live in today, there lies an eager yearning to know all the answers. Why do things happen as they do, bad and good? Why does God allow people to suffer if He claims to be good? Why do people we love get taken from us on this earth much too soon? 

And then, the moments of silence.

The questions with answers to which we have no words.

The times I am on my knees praying this prayer:

Matthew 26:39 “Nevertheless, not as I will, but as You will.”

I wish I knew. I wish I could sit here and tell you why. I wish I could tell you the answers to these questions. However, if I did know all of these answers, then would God still be God? Sovereign, all knowing, all mighty, omnipotent, eternal. Would these things still describe Him, if we knew all that He did?

The other night I was sitting on the balcony outside of my apartment to catch a fresh breath of air. The sky was extravagantly painted with orange, pink and golden coloured streaks embedded in the clouds. The tall buildings surrounding me and snow capped mountains standing majestically in the horizon suddenly made me feel small and insignificant in a giant world, full of unanswered questions. A thousand different thoughts were flying through my head faster than I could keep up with. I was listening to a song called “Fullness” by Elevation Worship. One of the verses in the song says this:

Now the world awaits Your presence

And this power is within us

We will rise to be Your witness

Spirit come, Spirit come

This world is full of sounds all around us clouding our hearing, full of lights blinding our eyes and blocking our vision. It is easy to get lost in translation, to become angry when we don’t know why things happen the way they do. And why God allows people to suffer if He claims to be good. And why people we love get taken from us on this earth much too soon.

Dear one, if you were to look me in the eye right now as I write this post, you would see brown eyes filled with tears and emptiness. Because I don’t know.

I don’t know why.

This is what I do know.

I know that God is good.

I know that He is always good.

I know for a fact that no matter what, He is faithful.

I know that He keeps His promises.

I know that His love never fails.

I know that He can be trusted.

Remember that sometimes the silence is more powerful than a thousand words. In quietness and in trust shall be your strength (Isaiah 30:15). Dear child, tune out the sounds, be still and know (Psalm 46:10).

Isaiah 55:8 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the LORD.”

Let us hold fast to the truth. May we cling to the life vest of hope when a flood overcomes the sinking boat. I pray that you will build your house upon a rock, for when strong winds come.

In the midst of the rush hour, listen for Him above the noise. Look for Him through the blinding lights.

Within the unknown is the beauty of certainty.

hindsight

So I am sitting in my favorite coffee shop, thinking, reflecting, wondering. Thinking about the past year, how so much has happened and time feels as if it flew by. Reflecting on the things the Lord has taught me through different situations and circumstances, and thanking Him for His steadfastness and unfailing love. Wondering what the future holds, where the adventures of this summer will take me and where I will be a year from now, what will I be reflecting on then.

If I could describe in one word where I am now from where I have been, the best word I can think to encapsulate all that it was and what has become is healing. Kind of like the healing you experience when you scrape your knee and get a small cut in return, so you stick on a bandaid on top, but it still doesn’t quite do the trick. It still hurts sometimes and isn’t completely better just yet. I have learned that the reason for that, dear one, is because you must give it time to heal. Not overnight, not in a week, not even in a month. Time has no limits to the healing that can occur, and neither does Jesus.

He means what he says in that His thoughts are not our thoughts, and our ways aren’t His ways (Isaiah 55:8). I believe my Savior when He tells me that He knows the plans He has for me, plans to prosper me and not to harm me, plans to give me hope and a future (Jeremiah 29:11). Beautiful child, I trust my God wholeheartedly when He whispers in my ear to be still and know (Psalm 46:10).

As I drove home from College Station after another year, I saw more than just backroads and open fields of grass in my rearview mirror. Darling, I saw people. People I didn’t know a year ago and now call my best friends, people who inspire me to pursue my dreams, people who build me up when I fall down, people who relentlessly love without conditions, people who wear a smile on their face when the world gives them no reason to, yet they have an eternal hope that reaches far beyond the measures of this temporary home. When I looked in my rearview, I saw loneliness. Multiple Saturday nights spent at coffee shops around that little town, with a wide eyed girl sipping on a latte and dreaming about all that is to come, but pouring out her thoughts through words, the best way she knows how.  I saw community. Something I have deemed absolutely essential in any walk of life, friends to do life with who celebrate each other when all is well and help each other up when one falls down. Friends who know the best and worst parts of you and love you anyway. This community is rare, my friend, but hold onto it tight, because these people will be precious jewels. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw laughter. Laughter when everything is right and laughter when everything is wrong. Beloved, if anything from reading this blog post, know that everyday provides a time to laugh, and seize those moments. And oh dear one, when I looked in that mirror, I saw footprints. Footprints, however, that were not my own. Footprints that are much larger than my own, and that carried me through the entire way. Lord, thank You for lifting me on Your shoulders in a crowd of people and places and chaos screaming in my ear things about myself and about You that I know are not true, and showing me that there is more than what is right in front of my vision. He carried me above the water so I would realize that this world is not all there is. There is much more to live for than what merely meets the eye.

Around this time last year, I started writing in a pink journal with gold writing on the front that reads, “It’s A Beautiful Day.” I started an ongoing list titled Reasons I’m Happy to be Alive. Looking back and reading them is one of my favorite things, to reminisce on sweet and cherished memories in my mind. I want to share a few of them with you.

  • Early morning coffee dates
  • Long road trips
  • Driving with your windows and sunroof down in the summertime playing country music on full blast
  • A really good workout where you sweat a lot
  • Facing a fear 
  • Bright yellow walls
  • “Just thinking about you” texts
  • Getting a package in the mail
  • Playing guitar
  • The buzz of the fan at night
  • S’mores by a fire
  • Speaking Spanish
  • That cleansing feeling you get after a good, long cry
  • Singing High School Musical with wooden spoons as microphones
  • Dancing on parking garage rooftops
  • Dressing up and wearing lipstick and feeling beautiful
  • The drive home to Dallas
  • Hard work that pays off
  • Night time flights and unknown adventures
  • My family at the dinner table
  • Hour long phone calls with friends to catch up and talk about everything under the sun
  • When you have a great idea and it feels like a light bulb above your head
  • Laughing really hard about nothing with my roommates
  • Getting in bed early
  • Breathing in grace and breathing out redemption
  • Getting to know someone well
  • Having a really shambly day and remembering that tomorrow is a new one
  • Frozen pizza 
  • Watching a sunset and feeling small

Maybe you can relate to a few, or perhaps you have some of your own. All that to say, beauty abounds in thankfulness, in counting blessings instead of things lacking, in viewing each and every day as another opportunity to be alive and to exist for a purpose greater than we can imagine.

Love, you may be looking forward and anxiously awaiting the arrival of the next big thing. The moment where your life will change because of this thing and everything else will magically fall into place. But when you look in hindsight, you will see the bigger picture, where all of the little glass pieces of the mosaic of your life fall into place to make something astounding. It is the moments, the breaths you breathe, the steps you take, the people you meet that put together the pieces of the in between.

And then suddenly you realize, that “perhaps you were born for such a time as this” (Esther 4:14).

embrace

Slow down, darling. You are missing it. Look around you. Take a deep breath, and look around you.

He has made this day for you to live, so why are you worrying about tomorrow?

Jesus Christ, your Savior and lover of Your soul, is telling you, dear one, that you are enough, so why do you believe that you are not?

You woke up this morning with new breath in your lungs and your heart still beating, so why are you ungrateful for the things He has given you?

Oh love, the Maker of the universe knows the very number of hairs that are on your head, and He thinks about you more than the grains of sand on the shore, so why do you compare your life to another?

I have come to find that the times I hear the Lord the most clearly are the times in the quiet place and the stillness. Not during the twenty minutes walking to my next class, or in the moments throughout the day when my mind constantly contemplates my to do list and all that awaits.

Beloved, I hear my Lord the loudest in the silence.

When life is playing out in front of our eyes faster than we can physically keep up with, it is easy to slip into the puddle of control. Our innate instinct as human beings is to do things on our own. To ask for help can be seen as a sign of weakness, to allow vulnerability by giving someone a peak into the deepest parts of our hearts can be seen as terrifying, or even dangerous.

Tonight, in a rare and beautiful moment of stillness, God reminded me of my desperate need for Him, and that the reason I have been growing weary and restless and tired is because I have been doing this on my own lately. And by this, I mean life.

Instead of daily surrendering, I have been daily grasping for control. Rather than falling on my knees in weakness, I have been sprinting on the tracks without stopping for water, too full of pride to take a break to walk, and admire the blue, cloudless sky on the way. Driving on a highway going 80 miles per hour with my eyes right in front of me, and forgetting to thank Jesus for the blooming wildflowers on the side of the road that He placed to add a hint of beauty. Living in expectancy from those around me, and neglecting to remind them that I love them.

The past few months, I have noticed that life is too short.

Too short to hold the grudge against the person who wronged you, because my darling, grudges prune bitterness, and bitterness steals peace.

Too short to sweat the small stuff, and to go a single day without laughter.

Too short to dwell on the pain of the past and the things you can’t change. From here on out, all you have is tomorrow. So therefore, to live in the yesterdays is like a flat tire…it will not get you anywhere, and will only make things worse when you try. Looking forward is like changing the flat tire, a fresh start. A new beginning to get back on the road, and keep driving.

My word for junior year is embrace.

Embrace the seasons, come as they may. The seasons of joy, seasons of sadness, seasons of clarity, and seasons of doubt. Embrace the people surrounding me in this very moment, and never cease to thank Jesus for placing them in my life.  Embrace this time in life, and approach the future from each morning I wake up. Embrace the now, and laugh at the days to come.

One of the definitions for the word embrace is “to seize eagerly, or with alacrity; to accept with cordiality; to welcome.”

To welcome the good is to embrace the bad, to love is to risk hurt, to hope for eternity is to willingly accept the temporary. 

Psalm 73:25 “Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you.”

Embrace.

blank pages

You can always look at anything in two ways.

For instance, right now, I am staring at a blank screen as words subtly but surely fill the screen and a whirlwind of thoughts overflow onto the computer screen while my fingers try to make sense of the jumbling ideas inside of my head. Lines and lines of a page that needs to be filled in order to make something out of what I’m thinking or feeling, but instead I sit and stare and my heart is prone to wander.

Or, I can look at this blank page on a screen, and I can take a deep breath. I don’t know what is going to fill these lines. Better yet, what will fill the next sentence that I am about to write. To be completely honest, I have no plan for this post. I am just typing, writing, dreaming, hoping that it might just become something beautiful that I can look back on. I don’t know what the last sentence holds. But somehow, that’s okay, I don’t need to know. All I can do is keep writing until I get there, knowing that the adventure lies within the journey.

And then I stop and think. The way I feel about this blog post in this very moment is sometimes how I feel about life.

My life seems to be flashing in front of my eyes and spinning out of my control more than I can keep track of and at moments, it feels like I am merely staring at a blank page. A blank page filled with no words because I don’t have any. An unwritten space full of uncertainty and the unknown future. Thousands of things that I could say or do or feel but for some reason, all I can see is the blank screen. Filled with fear at times, with loneliness at another, or sometimes with doubt. And at the end of the day, I feel like one of those unlined journals that you get at the bookstore, the kind that smells like a brand new book when you open it up. Endless possibilities with no clue in the world where to begin.

Or I can look at life in a different way.

In the midst of the craziness and chaos that life can bring upon, there is a stillness and a peace that can be found. However, love, this peace doesn’t come from hundreds of intriguing words wrapped together in a beautiful, ornate package or a blog post filled top to bottom with rain droplets of wisdom and valuable treasures of advice. This serenity comes from trust. Trusting that the pages don’t need to be filled by yourself and trusting that the words will come as they come. And instead of striving for some perfect metaphor or awestricken analogy that will somehow make everything click, you just keep writing. Darling, some words will be harder to write than others, and some will come easier too. But you must have hope that the blank page is a picture of the calm in the midst of the raging sea. It is within the pages full of the blank spaces that He is writing your story.

It may not make sense all the time. There may be days that are filled with words and some that have none. But that is the simply the beauty of it, don’t you see?

Inside a blank page lies exhilarating opportunity, endless potential, captivating adventure, whimsical dreams, the mystery of the unknown. The most freeing thing in the world is to let go and just be. To stop trying to think of the right thing to say and to be on your knees in surrender. To admit that it is absolutely and one hundred percent impossible to always have it together all of the time. To allow yourself to be real with yourself and with people.

To trust in the God of the universe and all creation who knit together the inmost being and depths of your soul because the battle has been fought and victory has been won. And the story has already been written, darling.

Psalm 139:16 “In your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.”

There are always two ways.

You just have to keep writing, and leave the rest up to the Author.

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worth a thousand words

I feel like I have been driving nonstop at a 100 mile per hour pace for the entire semester, and then all of a sudden Christmas break sneaks around the corner and everything comes to a screeching halt. Then I start to think to myself, where in the world did the time go? As I drove home on the 3 hour drive back from school, I had a lot of time to contemplate and ponder life. Everything that had just happened, what is right in front of me, and what is ahead. The thought crossed my mind, I haven’t posted on my blog in a while, I am going to think of something to write about. But I instantly felt the Lord whispering to me, Meredith, you don’t always have to have something to write about. Just sit, and let Me do the rest. So here I am sitting at my favorite coffee shop in my hometown drinking a peppermint drink to cherish the rare cold Texas weather and the coming of Christmas in 8 sleeps. And I’m just sitting and realizing something. Ever so often I feel that I have to plan my life and always have a plan. I am a junior in college, so where will I be in a year when graduation is upon me? Where will I go? What will I do next summer? What grades do I need to make to get there? What is my back up plan?

Oh but darling, just sit, and let Me do the rest.

We don’t have to have our lives all planned out to a tee, it’s not even how life was meant to be. But for some reason as humans, we crave a plan- we want to know who we will marry, when we will be married, how many kids we will have, where we will work when we graduate, better yet, how we will graduate college. When the Lord already has all of this written in His grand book of life, each of our days perfectly ordained as they are. And yet dear child, He calls us to be still and wait. To take each day at a time as each day has enough troubles of its own.

That being said, I wanted to share with you a little recollection of my year. This crazy year full of redemption from something that overtook my life, healing from the inside out, tears that never seemed to stop flowing, laughter that never seemed to cease, new friends and old friends and people who I absolutely adore, adventures that stretched me out of my comfort zone and expanded my horizons to a world beyond what I could have ever dreamed of, and eternal, lasting hope from a God who carried me through it all. Looking back at this year, I see grace. I see myself stumbling again and again, trying to put my hope in things that would eventually fail me, and feeling that same void time after time. Until I sit here, praying, writing, thinking, sitting, and laughing at how each moment, each step I take, each second that passes, every breath I breathe, I am reminded that He is enough. That Jesus is enough, and because of His immense, unconditional grace, I am enough too.

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the spring I spent in Dallas will forever hold memories I will cherish

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steadfast: resolutely or dutifully firm and unwavering

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laughter is healthy for the soul

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thank you for never giving up 

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to know and to be known

I believe that God places people in our lives to show more of His character and His love to us through them here on earth.

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and captured moments

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I love how pictures can captivate emotion and memories in a beautiful display of frozen time. Looking back on all of these photos remind me of times that I cherish in my heart, uniquely wonderful humans who have truly impacted my life, and times of sheer joy that made me take a step back from the crazy fast pace of life and simply thank Jesus that I am alive. I hope through these photos that you were able to catch a little glimpse into my life this past year.

When life feels as if time is slipping through your fingers like grains of sand, cling to the precious moments in the mundanity of everyday. Relish the astonishing beauty of a sunset after a long day, crying silly tears of laughter with your roommates after hours of studying, waking up at home with no alarm to the smell of coffee brewing and the sweet sound of birds chirping outside your window to ring in the new morning. Find a reason to be thankful for life every day, even for the little things.

There is freedom waiting for you, on the breezes of the sky, and you ask “what if I fall?” 

Oh but my darling, what if you fly?

-E.H.

invisible

Fair warning, this post contains sheer honesty and vulnerability.

Okay, so you’ve been warned- but I wanted to share something with y’all that has been on my mind lately.

So hello world, my name is Meredith and I struggle with loneliness.

It already feels lighter just typing that right now knowing that some of you have felt this before or feel this way now, and can relate to what I am about to tell you. Invisibility is rooted in the desire to be noticed. Inside all of us is a longing to be captivating, to be endearing, to be recognized. When people affirm our worth, whether by complimenting us on our beauty or congratulating our achievements, it boosts our self esteem just a little bit enough to last until the next day, then it starts over. And suddenly, you feel this sense of loneliness again and seek out another person to make you feel less alone. When in reality, you could be standing in a crowd of hundreds of people and still feel like you might as well be invisible.

Can anyone relate?

Or maybe you find this affirmation in titles and things tied to your name that add to your identity. Therefore, whenever these titles or forms of acceptance don’t go your way, you automatically think of yourself as less worthy. Instead of having this confidence that is in something more than this world, perhaps you let the rejection define you. Even though, love, that could not be farther from the truth. Rejection, titles, acceptance- none of that defines who you are. I have a favor to ask you: believe that tonight.

Potentially you seek this seemingly sought after self worth in relationships. Break ups tend to spark a sense of doubt in your mind questioning your value and crushing a part of you that placed your worth on that person. Dear one, I want to tell you right now that is a lie too- people will always fail you. That is simply an aspect of being human, we are broken, sinful, and hurt each other all the time. So no, this relationship does not define who you are. I have learned time and time again that when we place are hope in other people we will consistently be disappointed. Not because of the people we place our hope in, but because Jesus is the only One who can ever fill that void. Our hope must be in Him.

Wanting to feel known is something that resides in every creature with a soul.

I want to let you in on another truth.

You are already known.

Not only are you known, but you are loved. Amidst your flaws. Past your imperfections. Despite your failures. That changes nothing, beloved child.

Trust me when I say that most likely every person who reads this has felt loneliness at one point or another in their life, probably more than once. That is because we were made for each other, to live in community, to have relationships, to love one another. However, we were not made to be dependent on each other for our worth or affirmation of our identity when we feel invisible.

Think of it this way. Do you remember those invisible pens that when you write on a certain type of paper and hold a special flashlight it reveals what you wrote with the pen? You could write whatever you wanted, thinking no one would ever know unless they had that flashlight and saw through the invisibility.

You, darling, are the invisible ink pen. Transcribing in invisible ink, or rather, trying to hide behind the loneliness you feel. On the outside looking in, you may not seem lonely at all. In fact, you might be surrounded by tons of friends and family and people who love and adore you, yet something is still not right. Only the Holder of the flashlight sees through the facade, only He knows you even when you don’t want to be known. Or when you are desperate to be known and feel very unknown. You are still known to Him, love. The invisible ink can only take you so far.

Isaiah 43:1 “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are Mine.”

Psalm 139:17-18 “How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I would count them, they are more than the sand. I awake, and I am still with you.”

1 Samuel 12:22 ” For the sake of his great name the Lord will not reject his people, because the Lord was pleased to make you His own.”

The plague of invisibility can be detrimental unless the light is shined upon us and we accept and believe what is true.

This is what is true: You are never alone.

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lies like lactose

It’s been way too long since I’ve gotten to step away from the world for a bit and get away to write here, but I finally have a chance to escape into this little corner of my heart…so hello, everyone. I hope you all have had a wonderful first couple months of the semester as the leaves have begun to change colors and the air has gotten chillier on the brim of fall. Not too long ago, a big change happened in a small part of my life- my diet shifted to gluten and dairy free. Instead of indulging on the luxuries of french vanilla creamer, queso, and Blue Bell, I’ve had to switch over to almond milk, guacamole, and Nada Moo (my fav coconut milk ice cream). The reason I stopped eating dairy and gluten is because one, my doctor recommended it for my stomach aches I would get every time I ate, and two, because I feel so much better. Changing my diet has had its disadvantages, however, the pros definitely outweigh the cons. My mood is lifted, my energy is rejuvenated, and when I eat now I am tummy ache free. I never knew how much it was affecting me until I stopped eating the thing that was causing it all, which naturally, ignited an analogy in my mind.

One night when I was about to go out with friends, I knew that I would be tempted by food at the party with gluten and dairy galore if I went hungry. Because of this, I tried to be full when I left the house so that I wouldn’t be tempted by the things I knew would be bad for me like mouth watering chocolate cake balls and therapeutic ice cream in all their shining glory. Instead when I was home, I ate fruit and my gluten free snacks that I stocked up on from the healthy aisle at HEB so that I wouldn’t be hungry later. Sure enough, when I got to the party with my friends, I was still tempted by the foods that looked so yummy on the outside even though I knew they would hurt my stomach and make me feel sick for the rest of the night. I was full on what was good, so the bad didn’t appeal to me. Kind of like life with Jesus.

When I spend time with Him in the morning through immersing myself in truth from Scripture, the lies from the enemy that viciously attack me throughout the day don’t seem as appetizing because I am already full on what I know to be true.

Instead of looking in the mirror and thinking I need to change my image, He says I am enough.

Whenever I feel alone and discontent in singleness, He promises to never leave my side and lovingly asks me to give Him my undivided devotion.

When I ask why, He says He works all things together for the good of those who love Him.

If I am caught up in my emotions and feel like I am in shambles, He holds me together and picks me up when I fall down. 

Just like when I don’t allow myself to eat lactose as I know it will be bad for me, I am reminded of the importance of not only knowing, but believing the truth that Jesus tells me about who He is and who He has made me to be so that I am not tempted to believe the ultimately devastating lies.

Sometimes though the lies are disguised as truth and tempting to fall into the trap. Lies such as if only this, then everything would fall into place, or maybe this will fulfill the emptiness deep down I feel right now. And we might not even know we are believing a lie, but believing that anything will fulfill us besides Jesus is a lie…because dear ones, He is all we need (Philippians 4:19).

What a beautiful thing to trust, that He is enough.

Whenever I cheat on my little elimination diet, my stomach always hurts, I am easily fatigued, and I start to feel down because I don’t feel good. The same goes when I believe the devil’s lies. I begin to feel insecure, my joy is stolen, and I wear a frown instead of a smile. Such a significant difference it makes to walk in the freedom of the gospel and to cling to words that are true.

Forgiven (Isaiah 1:18).

Lovely (Song of Songs 4:7).

Righteous (2 Corinthians 5:21).

Chosen (1 Peter 2:9).

Radiant (Psalm 34:5).

Enough (Isaiah 43:1).

These words are describing you, love.

Next time you are tempted to believe the lies like lactose, I want you to remember these words and fight the untruthful attacks (2 Corinthians 10:5). The words of truth from the One who perfectly stitched your beautiful soul together (Psalm 139:13).

I hope you laugh a lot today and that your smile is unwavering. I know that is how I feel when I remember that I am forever unconditionally loved (Jeremiah 31:3).

Beloved, you just have to believe.

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