from my pen and paper


It’s a gift, a privilege. A joy, a deep breath. It’s intentional, thoughtful. It’s understood and a timeless thing to do.

But it’s tough to return…

Why is that??

Retreating feels like escaping- resting…. but should it be?

Maybe retreating should be mindfulness, prayerfulness, and fully engaging with the realities of this world.

Does the Lord call us to escape ever? (unless it’s evil)

No- He rescued us. We are called to retreat with the Lord to help us put thoughts and prayers into actions. We should think on difficult things- beautiful, tragic, and romantic things. Surrendering them all to the good Lord.

Holy Spirit, guide me in my retreating- help me to discern what it should look like daily. Thank You for my rest in You- for that opportunity. You are my true hiding place. Amen.



Behavioral Correction/Discipline/Grace…

Is this  How important is this [discipline] in our daily walk with Christ?

Is it more natural or more intentional?

It shouldn’t be our focus, because Jesus re-wrote our story to be about redemption and grace.

However, we cannot only fixate on grace and keep on sinning. (Romans 6:1)


I have this tendency to be a rule follower but inwardly will still keep sinning and get comfortable in that.

I pray for the Holy Spirit to guide me in walking in His ways. To help me discern right from wrong- not for the sake of “being right” or appearing as if I have it all together.

But for the case of Christ- may my actions always glorify Jesus. [knowing they won’t, but God can use anything… right?]

Help my words (and actions) to be filled with hope and love.

Whether that love is tough/correctional or full of grace- may it be what the other person needs to know Jesus and desire Him more. Amen.IMG_1711


Entertainment… what is the purpose?

to impress? to be liked? to be the center of attention? worldly

to bring people joy? to enjoy company? still wordly?

did Jesus entertain?

How can God be glorified in entertainment? I’ve seen it, but can’t put my finger on how. [neature probably]

I’m stumped honestly…

Why is it that we feel pressure to entertain those we love most when they visit us?

Why does this world drive us to DO MORE than just spend time?

Our hands and feet desire activity. Our eyes and ears desire beauty and laughter. All is gift from God!

What better way to use what we have (our gifts) than to actively serve the Lord and glorify Him? and to thank Him for the gift of His entertainment?

Holy Spirit, may you always be who we want to serve, praise, and be praised by. Amen.



Just my Facebook note: “Starting Over”

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“Starting Over”
From the time we were young, there have always been endings and beginnings. Pictured above is my first day of kindergarten (I thought my mom would like that one . Now, I sit here in Tallahassee as an FSU Alumna. It is a place I have truly grown to love. Yet, my boxes are packed and I am moving out to Nashville tomorrow to work as a pediatric nurse.
Please know: I don’t tell you that to be a “humble bragger”. I genuinely want my good friends and family to know where I will be heading next. I also want you all to know that yes- I understand a new place is exciting and Nashville is so much fun and so on. However, this next step isn’t going to be perfect. It is a scary thought that I have had just a little over a month to process this move, to be moving far from home, and to start over again. But I am still thankful- so so thankful.
It is 100% cliche… but it has been a roller coaster of a ride- and I mean that as in the last month and the last 4 years. I actually really don’t like roller coasters because they scare me, but I think it’s a good way to describe my journey.
With some uphills, downhills, tears, fear, weird twists and turns, gripping tightly to what I think I can control, raising my arms, laughter, shutting my eyes tightly because I don’t want to look down, and deciding to open them and just look at the beauty around- I would say that every part of a rollercoaster can seriously be a parallel to my college experience.
Some might see me on social media and think that I have had it easy. It might appear that good grades come easy, that I have a good head on my shoulders, that I have been “wildly successful” in life thus far. But there have been extremely trying seasons, I have made my big mistakes too, and my success is not measured by this world standard of success. I would not want to show you all my transcripts as there are a few times I have had to say “C’s get degrees”. There are times that I have had to go to professors over and over again to increase my test grades by maybe 2 points each time to just barely pass the class. If anyone knows test anxiety or the feeling of inadequacy in school- it is me. I would not want to share with you the times I have fallen short, but I gladly will if you ever need the reminder that we are all just human and that is OK.
I want to make it known that the Lord has consistently and faithfully guided me with His very sure hand, and he will continue to do so. My faults have been revealed to me during emotional weeks, classes, friendships, relationships, and stress. Yet, my strengths have also been shown to me in those very same situations which I am very thankful for His grace and love in that way.
The support I receive from family, friends, mentors, ministers, and educators is support that I do not take for granted. Not everyone has that kind of support unfortunately… but I hope to extend the love of Jesus Christ that I have been shown in every beginning, ending, and in between to those that have never experienced it on my next adventure. I am excited to be a nurse- to love the kids that don’t know love, to love the fearful parents, my co-workers who have lost 3 patients in a week, and so on. It is a huge responsibility and I hope and pray for the humility, bravery, and gentleness to love well and to be His good and faithful servant no matter what selfish tendencies may arise.
I have a new address and would love to share it with those who still like snail mail! Please feel free to call, text, or private message me for that! Love you all
“Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. Offer hospitality to one another without grumbling. Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms. If anyone speaks, they should do so as one who speaks the very words of God. If anyone serves, they should do so with the strength God provides, so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ. To him be the glory and the power for ever and ever. Amen.” -1 Peter 4:8-11

“How was your Summer?”

The most common question you get when you go back to school. Almost impossible to answer in a short amount of time for anyone- especially if they have travelled or experienced new things. Personally, it would take several coffee dates to really know how my friend’s summers were and for them to know how mine was.

Or my friends could read this post and know in about 20 minutes 30ish minutes, then the coffee date could be all them talking? I’m not sure how long this will be. I am going to try and include details or things that really stuck out to me.

It began with me going home. Last summer, was reaallly rough at home. Look back here to learn a little bit about that summer if you so desire.

Anyways, I was not expecting much by going home for a big chunk of the summer. It did not start off on the best foot either. I barely fit everything in my car (I am an extreme over-packer). I was headed home, but before I did, I got Starbucks with one of my favorite families here. They bought be a Frappuccino and filled up my gas tank. So sweet!

I hug them all and then hit the road. I was ready to go, the music was up. Ten minutes on the highway and my car starts vibrating/shaking. I’m sort of freaking out, because I had just passed a semi (I am convinced they should have separate highways for themselves). I slowed way down, hoping that my car would make the five and a half hour drive home if I drove slow.

As I slowed down, it started violently shaking, to the point where I could not help but stop and pull over because I thought my car was getting ready to explode on the highway. By the grace of God, there was no traffic around me and could get into the grass. Along with the car shaking, so were my hands. My shaky hands dialed my mom on the phone and I was trying to hold back my tears and handle it like a “big girl.”

My mom told me to calm down and call the families I knew in town to see if they could help me. Being the girly girl I am, I had no idea what to even look for. All I knew was that my car was stranded. Then I got out of the car, with other cars zipping by on the highway next to me. I don’t think I pulled over enough. I then realized my tire was flat, shredded to pieces, and something was also sticking out of my car. My bumper was cracked too… great.

Not one of Tori’s best days.

The tears were streaming down my face at this point and I called one of my best friends, who was also on the road, just to ask for prayer and some words of comfort.

Then, the father of the family I just left at Starbucks, came to the rescue. We unpacked allllll of the stuff from my trunk. He helped me take took the bad tire off, put the spare on, and was certain we could drive it to Wal-Mart, get a new tire, and I could be on my way home. But after changing the tire, the car still wouldn’t start. We called a towing company and he waited with me for an hour. We loaded the most necessary bags I needed to go home with me into his truck and when my car was towed away, we drove to their house. We ate pizza and coincidently, he had to be near where I lived early the next morning for work. He drove an extra hour to get me home late that night. I had to call my boss and tell her I wouldn’t be at work at 7 am because of this whole scenario.

As scary as it was having a tire blowout on me and as clueless as I was about what to do with that, God provided me with generous people who were willing to help me. I wouldn’t have my car for the summer, but we had an extra car in the driveway at home for me to drive in the meantime before my dad sold it. God provides, again.

So when I was safe at home, I started work and my online class that Monday.

The online class kicked my butt- Pathophysiology. You can hardly say that in one breath, and a lot of people just have a blank stare when I told them that was the class I was taking.

Summer Studying

Work was good about keeping me busy and building experience in the healthcare field. I dealt with a stubborn woman who both refused and forgot to use her walker. She fell so many times, and most of the time they were really rough falls. One afternoon, I was walking down the hallway and heard her screaming for help, I ran into her room to find her in the bathroom wedged between the toilet and the wall, with her walker in the other room. It was one of the saddest things I have ever seen. She was crying, anxious, and nervous because she was wedged in so bad, we couldn’t help her out. Until 911 got there, I just sat on the toilet, rubbing her back, telling her that everything was going to be okay and also explaining how I found her to my boss and co-workers. We put pillows under her feet so that they were not cold on the tile and so that her toenails were not being scraped. We saw some blood on the wall and figured out it was coming from her arm. The EMTS got there and were so good with her. They were kind, funny, and extremely helpful. They got her out of there safely and in no time. She didn’t break anything, but had some bad bruises and cuts. After that bad fall, I was nervous for her whenever I caught her without her walker. I was astounded that, even after that situation, she STILL would not use it. I struggled being gentle in reminding her to use it because I also had to be stern, because it was her safety at stake. Even though she hated the advice, she thanked me for it. So confusing.

There was also a woman who I really had a sweet relationship with when I was last there for winter break. She wanted to set me up with her grandson and showed me pictures of him and her other grandchildren often. I just giggled about her grandson and said he was handsome. She was so proud to be a Grandma (her pillow even said so). Her husband lived with her and was, so I thought, in worse shape than she was. He needed more assistance due to dementia. She just sometimes had a hard time walking because of back problems.

However, when I returned in the summer, she was in the hospital for cardiac problems. The first time I saw her when she got back, she was on Hospice care in the facility. I held back tears as I watched her sleeping and hooked up to oxygen tubes. Taking care of her from that point on was an entirely different ball game. She needed help being fed, was bedridden, and could not have real conversations anymore. She got moved out of her and her husband’s shared room into a private room because her husband did not understand what was going on with her (due to the dementia). He was always looking for her, going up and down the halls, asking us what room she was in. We would tell him whenever she was not sleeping, because otherwise she would get no rest. It was like a “Notebook” scenario and really tough to watch and deal with as a healthcare worker. She passed away shortly after I left that summer. Life is short. So, so short.

Working as a CNA is always a humbling experience. Constantly putting other’s needs above my comfort and selfish desires can get to be exhausting. But it’s so rewarding when you start to build relationships with those you are caring for and can help make them smile about something, even if they are bedridden, sick, and have not seen family in a week. It always reaffirms my desire to be a nurse and help the helpless.

Moving on… I got to be home for a lot of fun things:

  • Brother and Sister’s Prom
  • Weddings
Chase Ford (NFL Vikings Player)
Middle School Buds
  • Sister’s graduation
  • Babysitting two of my favorite little girls
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  • Friends Visiting & Precious Family Time
  • Elementary School Reunions
The best fifth grade teacher and wonderful long time friends!
I also took a wonderful vacation to Myrtle Beach, SC. One of the most commercial beaches on the planet. AND SO HOT. but so fun.
Some highlights:
  • Using more sunscreen than I used body soap.
  • Heat Rash/minor sun poisoning on my feet (I learned that putting sunscreen on your feet is a necessity…)
  • Sand Castle building can be taken extremely seriously.
  • Crawfish boils are strange, but worth a try. (I just couldn’t get past the fact they were crawling 20 minutes before we ate them)
  • Six year olds have a lot to say. (My friend’s cousin was sharing about her “boyfriend”)
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So far, my summer was great. I couldn’t believe how smoothly it was going at home. I was busy, had friends to hang out with, and was able to serve my church there on the worship team. I came back to my apartment in college to get my car one week and was having a conversation with a friend that I felt like God was preparing me for something. I felt this way, because I was so refreshed after reading the book “One Thousand Gifts” by Ann Voskamp (read my blog post about it here) which was all about being grateful despite tough circumstances life often brings you. I did not have anything to really complain about for my entire summer thus far. God knew that my soul needed that period of rest and joy. I am so grateful for that period of time I had to just look at life and do nothing but smile and give thanks. However, life cannot always be that way… I had scary thoughts that someone close to me was going to die soon or that I was going to die. (Dramatic, I know, but true!) Driving home from my college town (in my car that had the tire blow out) was one of the scariest drives home. Not only because I was paranoid about another tire blowout, but also because I just had this strange feeling that God was preparing my heart for something big, something possibly really tough, to go through. I did not feel ready, but I trusted Him and prayed about those feelings on my way home.


Eucharisteo. He gave thanks.

Root word: charis. grace.

Derivative: chara. joy.


As I took off on my flight from Atlanta back home… I was stunned by the beauty of the sky. The picture above doesn’t do much justice. But the sun was this bright, warm, glowing orb setting after a long day of travel to the airport. I was thankful to make it on my delayed flight (and end up with a row to myself). There was laughter from a happy couple behind me. Young, fun love, I one day hope to have. The flight attendant was kind and making their trip special because it was the man’s very first flight. I couldn’t help but smile.

I turned on my phone to airplane mode (Bye, bye Spotify). I turn to my iTunes and find only 4 songs. I click on the song “Rise” by Jason Mraz… an instrumental piece. But the title was fitting as take off began. I was desperate to tune out the crying baby, because so much of me was ready to complain and be annoyed at the parents of the fussy child.

The headphones were an escape.

I pressed play and up we went. I was suddenly overcome by the beauty of the earth. I fell into this state of awe and attitude of thankfulness. As soon as we got permission to let down our trays, I got out the book I had finished that week on the beach, “One Thousand Gifts” by Ann Voskamp, and un-creased the folded pages to underline and star my favorite quotes instead of leaving the pages creased.

I re-read some of the most groundbreaking quotes I came across in the book… still amazed at how much the words just cut through to my heart. I was encouraged and compelled to give thanks.

I decided on this flight to begin my journey of naming one thousand gifts.

By the time the flight was descending, I was reading my creased pages from the chapter called “Go Lower“.

“We will be landing in the next 15 minutes. Welcome to Orlando.”

Down, down, down the plane goes.

Meanwhile, I’m reading “…whenever I am parched and dry, I must go lower with the water and I must kneel low in thanks. The river of joy flows down to the lowest places.”

I have been praying against my pride and for my humility a lot lately… but in the very act of that prayer, I felt prideful and self-focused.

 Humility is so shy. -Tim Keller

Extravagant gifts are what humbles us.

I felt the joy of small, childlike wonder when I was giving thanks for the Beauty I had seen in the sky.

The quiet song of gratitude, eucharisteo, lures humility out of the shadows because to receive a gift the knees must bend humble and the hand must lie vulnerably open and the will must bow to accept whatever the Giver chooses to give. -Ann Voskamp

The sky, the Beauty, I was seeing, that compelled me to give thanks, was most certainly an extravagant gift. I cannot close my hand… I cannot keep the grace from flowing on.

 I could share the grace, multiply the joy, extend the table of the feast, enlarge the paradise of His presence. I am blessed. I can bless. A life contemplating the blessings of Christ becomes a life acting the love of Christ. -Ann Voskamp

I was ready to go lower, to land on this earth. As Jesus did. He left the Beauty of the heavens to come down on earth to serve, love, and rescue us… and the let the grace flow on.

“Beauty Himself Completes”

I am excited for this journey of thanksgiving God has called me, called us, to be on. Practicing this eucharisteo will help me to consider what God thinks of me, rather than how I think of God.

I will see His relentless love in everything and everywhere I go.

It is a discipline to unwrap one thousand gifts.

But in one thousand ways, I will fall in love. Fully live!

Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.

1 Thessalonians 5:17-18

A handful of things from my lovely pink gratitude journal:

1. Being woken up gently by mom.

3. Dad’s bear hugs.

14. Large, soft comfy Tshirts.

18. Dreamsicle smoothies.

21. Encouraging and being encouraged.

27. Family dinners around the table.

Shout out to Ann Voskamp for compelling me to count to one thousand!

Post from my iPhone before bed: Confidence Boosters 

It’s been a while. I’ve missed blogging… but it’s been kind of worth it not being on this 24/7… Because I GOT AN A ON MY ANATOMY PRACTICAL LAST WEEK!  THIS IS MAKING ALLIE’S COLLEGE GRADES HISTORY BOOK (a very nonexistent book). 

Only one month left, then I’m free from that awfully difficult class and this semester!!!!!!!!!!!! Banaisuagabzkoduwgsvdnwkwoeushqbskdiuwyqbsmxoieue cannot contain the excitement. 

THEN I’m on to nursing specific classes, which I am so excited for! I got my schedule for fall this week, so it’s nice to know my school life is somewhat in order. 


Another coolish thing I have been doing is running. My friends convinced me to run a half marathon with them next February. It sounds crazy, but I actually kind of enjoy it now. I ran 2 miles today… It was kind of hard. But I don’t remember the last time I ran 2 miles. So, I am not THAT out of shape. 

Fun thing I learned today: Awkward isn’t a concept in other languages. English is the only language that has a word for awkward. It’s some crazy idea we came up with in our heads. 


So be BOLD & CONFIDENT. Ask guys to coffee if you’re interested (if they think it’s “awkward” it’s their fault), run (even if you’re convinced you run “awkwardly”), study (even if it’s “awkward” that you see the same people in the library all of the time).

Also: if my friend who secretly blogs on tumblr is reading this… You’re getting a special shout out, because you inspired me tonight to pray earnestly. And I think you’ve called yourself awkward before, and I’m just letting you know that you’re not and that I love ya! And we should all know that God is calling each and every one of us to not pay attention to what we believe are our “awkward” flaws, and rather be brave to glorify Him in all we do. 

You make me brave. No fear can hinder now the love that made a way. 

“You’re the only Ten I See”

I’m in Tennessee for Spring Break, visiting some extended family! Here a few things I have learned:

  • I’m very timid driving on mountainous, winding roads.
  • Long talks with Mamaw are the best. She is 99 and remembers everything. The only reason she would not is if she pretended to hear something you did not say loud enough.
  • My uncle Jesse is way cooler than the Uncle Jesse we all know from Full House. (I already knew that though, but I thought I should enlighten you all of that fact, too)
  • People here like to yell stuff out the car window… they’re awfully enthusiastic.
  • My papaw knows his Nascar better than anyone I have ever met.
  • Coca-Cola is like water here… it’s served to you whether you like it or not.
  • Seeing friends from home is a breath of fresh air (even fresher when in the mountains).
  • I don’t think anyone here knows what “hungry” means. (My tummy might be mad at me by the end of the week)Pal’s milkshakes… nothing can compare to them. Dr. Enuf… makes me burp with every sip. Thank you, Insomnia cookies for the sweet treats and fun note.
  • UT has a pretty neat campus and Knoxville is so fun.. (shout out to my cousin and his girlfriend for an awesome weekend)My cousin, Chance, dangling from an old attic on a nature trail…This crazy, chaotic restaurant that gives you insults on hats. People pay to go there to have everyone be (humorously) rude. Quite the experience.Downtown Gatlinburg… stumbled upon a very very very talented bluegrass band…“Club Jump Jam” where you flip into foam pits, get hit by dodge balls, quickly run out of energy, and cannot get a good quality picture in because of the black light.. If you ever find yourself in Knoxville, I highly recommend visiting THE cutest place on earth… PUPPY ZONE!
  • Deers walk quickly and lightly and love leading you down trails… if you’re quiet. They might even pose for a picture for you 😉& finally, I was reminded that God is a beautiful, creative, and awesome designer.May we never lose the wonder.

My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.


Not like your fingers when you wash dishes.

Like pruning plants, pruning.

I just find so much satisfaction in this word. Because God tells us this:

“I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.” John 15:1-3

God will mold and shape us when we remain in, abide, or dwell with Him. He cuts off the parts of us that are not good, that He wants gone so that we will be more fruitful in life.

“But, cutting off doesn’t sound very pleasant. TBH, it sounds more sad, painful and like something I really do not want to be a part of.” But hang with me for a minute.

This past summer, God did a LOT of pruning in my life. I felt so alone. I really just worked, went to class and to church. I thought church would be a safe place… but half the time, I did not even feel comfortable because my friends at home were not really being friends at the time. (Thank God for repaired relationships and examples of how to forgive)

My dad was adjusting to his new job because he had lost the one previous to that. So. Scary.

My family also had to move homes… talk about an emotional roller coaster. I would drive by our old home and cry while listening to “The House that Built Me” by Miranda Lambert because my dogs really are buried in the yard and I really did learn to play guitar upstairs in my bedroom. I was selfish and upset that the new house did not have a room for me (so my fantastic parents had a wall built to make me a room), we have no pool or spacious backyard anymore, and other very materialistic things I had grown accustomed to having are absent from this home. (I like having a smaller home, though. Less to clean, and our family is a lot closer because of it).

Moving made me exhausted
Tuckered out. Moving made me exhausted

It was also the longest period of time I had been away from my great friends in college. Then, when I finally got back to college, I thought for sure I would catch a break from this desert I had found myself in… haha.. hah! I was wrong. I experienced losing my car (due to {expensive} electrical problems and a minor accident) for an extended period of time and losing my church here at college (due to some major division).

WHYYYY?! I did not understand at the time why God had me enduring all of this stuff.

He was pruning.

Cool thing, though, is that at Passion conference 2015 (a HUGE gathering of college students united for Jesus) my community group leader taught us that in Greek the word “prunes” in John 15 literally means cleans or to lift up.

TO LIFT UP?! Wait, what? Pruning is like cutting stuff down, but God is telling me that it means to lift up?!

Light bulb. All of these things happen so that I will learn to remain in Him and therefore bear much fruit.

I have recently watched my roommate go through a pruning process. Poor thing has had two infections from wisdom teeth, lost her dog, lost her grandmother, her car got hit, Enterprise wanted to charge her $500 for the (nonexistent) damage on the rental car, and she has experienced some kind of ear problem.

I cannot even say all of that stuff in one breath. Side note: I have also watched another dear friend here at college struggle with many tough unspoken circumstances in her life.

My roommate came into my room tonight explaining a situation that just really made her heart happy. So much so, that  it compelled her to tears (this girl does not normally get moved to tears over things). Her heart has not been happy in a long time. But this particular situation was something she would have never thought possible. It would not have been possible had all of the other stuff not happened. God is SO GOOD.  She looks back on the past two months of small train wrecks and just thanks God because He knows that she would have prayed for every one of those unfortunate events to happen had she known the end result. Going through it sucked, but God is going to do some AWESOME things in her life through everything He has taught her.

If you feel as if the life is getting sucked out of you, like you’re in a pit, or that the bad days don’t have an end… hang in there, take joy in the fact that God is pruning.

He is lifting you up.

Grenada. Love this picture because it shows beauty in brokenness.
Grenada. Love this picture because it shows beauty in brokenness.


“Hi! How are you? How is your life?!”

Typical Guy Answer: “I’m good, my life is good. How is yours?”

Typical Girl (ME) answer: “Oh djfmbhfkjqhfgwqhkdnmsavfehjfqweoi3ehqwlkdnmbcspwqihduefgbasmnbkwhdewbfaskjbkjfdbwqkgou (has a very long explanation of their day and week, and family)… so yeah! Oh! AND ewbfjewjgdfwkdhlqkndmvgwegiqdhnsmxbnvcmnnoiwhqudgeyqfavjh (tells super long story). Life is so great. Thanks for asking!”

So, if you readers are wondering how I am doing, I would want to express everything going on in my life and what makes me happy, motivated, sad, upset, etc. BUT I cannot articulate those things into a well written blog. Therefore, I will leave you with the typical guy answer and a fun fact….

Jamaica gained their independence in 1962.

Also, today is Friday the 13th and I am exhausted, but am brainstorming ideas to write about tomorrow that aren’t annoyingly long explanations of my entire life.

Here is a hint to what I want to write about.
Here is a hint to what I want to write about next.

tick tock tick tock tick tock

Time is ticking and tocking away.

I am learning to steward my time in a way that first and foremost glorifies God.

Easier said than done.

I just reserved study rooms to force myself to study for anatomy every day this weekend (appreciate a nurse today, because they work hard to be able to take care of people like you).

Anyways, I got a LITTLE nervous about my week next week and decided to blog to calm myself down… but I’m also kind of using it as an excuse to waste my time.

Don’t waste time, unless it’s with people you love. (I love my readers, so that counts… right??

Peace and blessings,

The girl who wishes she was a time fairy or a time traveler.


Butterflies are captivating.


Why are we (me, especially) drawn to such simple creatures?

I Googled (weird that “googled” is an understood verb, you go Google!) some fun facts about them because I desire to know why they are so endearing. Maybe we can learn a lot from their quiet lifestyle.


  1. wing’s are transparent. {I should always be transparent with other people about the joys and struggles of life… I am still seen as beautiful by others and by the creator of all things.}
  2. taste with their feet
  3. live on an all-liquid diet. {Not sure what to do with the fact butterflies taste with their feet or that they live on all liquid diets. I’m rejoicing that is not the case for us humans. Although, if I could live on chocolate milk/milkshakes alone, I probably would.}
  4. must assemble their proboscis (from two parts, to one functioning part) as soon as it emerges from its chrysalis. A proboscis is its’ mouth. If it is not one functioning part, the butterfly is doomed because it cannot get nectar. {If I am not careful about what I say, eat, or feed my soul, I am surely doomed. Words are powerful. Food has a huge impact on my health. My soul needs the “b-i-b-l-e.. yes, that’s the book for me!”}
  5. drink from mud puddles, to get nutrients/minerals. {Life gets muddy, but you can still get something out of messiness in life}
  6. cannot fly if they are cold (ideal temp is 85° F). {My jaw dropped at this one. Don’t let the cold world harden you so that you are unable to fly. Be warmed by the goodness of life and spread your wings!}
  7. cannot fly if they are newly emerged. {take things one step at a time}
  8. live just 2-4 weeks, usually. {Life is short}
  9. are nearsighted, but can see and discriminate a lot of colors. {Don’t look too far into the future, see the colors today brings.}
  10. know a lot of tricks to prevent being eaten. {guard your heart}


I am not as much of a hippie as much as this post makes me seem. I’m in a really strange mood right now and for some unknown reason I decided researching butterflies was a good & calming idea. I don’t understand the human brain (mine is so weird).


Be captivating.

Thanks for reading… xoxoxo