April 20, 2017

and we did


    I was a little wretch when He found me, lying in my own filth on the streets, selling pamphlets on “How to Get into the Kingdom of Heaven Unnoticed.” It was Love-Before-The-Foundations-Of-The-World when our eyes met, but only for Him. I was quite content to be alone. 

   I had ignored Him for some time before He gently took the scales from my eyes let me see my own disgusting condition. And oh, I hated myself then. It was revolting. I hated my skin, I hated my shriveled hands, I hated my pamphlets. He smiled, painfully, and I looked up.

“Why are You still here?” I grumbled, vainly smoothing what was left of my golden hair.

“Because you are Mine.” He replied.

   I caught the glint of His eyes, and the curve of His smile. And things that had once been disgusting to me suddenly became overwhelming in my new Sight. His Holiness was the sunlight, and His Purity was a wide open field full of violets. 

And oh, my heart was beating wildly. But I did not know what to do with that much desire. 

   It had always been Self-Love or Worldly Fantasies for me, which were both faithless lovers. Self-Love’s touch was like cold ice, and he only ever talked about himself. Worldly Fantasies had an awful stench. The only way I could stand it was by looking at the money he gave me, hidden away in my hand. I knew I wouldn’t starve on that. 

But this.

This wonderful, beautiful King in Who’s service I had always pretended to belong. 

   I Loved Him, suddenly and terribly and completely. I even stood up to go with Him, Wherever He was going. But I had forgotten myself, and when I ran towards Him I was suddenly thrown back by a weight around my ankle.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” I cringed, feeling the blood begin to trickle down. “But I have sold myself completely to my old Father (The Father of Lies) to pay the rent. I wish You had come sooner…I’ve been working on Your corner for some time now. But perhaps You did not see me. I am easily overlooked.”

   I looked down at that ball and chain, the one I had never seemed to notice before, and my knees buckled on the suddenly growing weight. I despaired in my heart, wondering why He had opened my eyes if I could not go with Him. That was a cruel trick. But He leaned forward.

“All that the Father gives Me will come to Me, and the one who comes to Me I will by no means cast out.” He whispered, running His hand along my ankle until It came to the chain.

   I was trembling, realizing how close He was. I could hear His Heartbeat, pounding like some distant, beautiful music from a far off country. And I wanted Him so badly that my own heartbeat was loud and shaky in my ears. 

   But in the moment that I had realized my own dirtiness, in the moment I had realized how much I wanted Him, I realized how completely different we were. And I could never, never in my wildest dreams, be anything desirable enough for Him to want me back. I would try to ease the pain for both of us. (Oh, I ache at the foolishness.)

  “Please, Sir. Now that I think about it, I do not think I’ll be able to make the Journey with You. I do want to go. You…You must know that I do. But it’s too far. And Sir, I fear You will grow tired of me before the end.” The last part came out with a little, fearful laugh.

But He did not laugh.

   Perhaps we both knew the utter pain of faithlessness, though I chose to laugh at it while He had no fear, and thus no reason to hide anything. 

  “I am not asking, My Beloved. You want to go, and you will go. Because I have come to Take you. And those I have chosen will never be left behind. I will make you able.”

   His hands curled around the chain, the thick, thick chain that had been painstakingly put together by myself and my fathers and my father’s fathers. The blood was pouring from His hands, and the sweat on His forehead seemed like little pinpricks of blood, as if He had been pierced by many thorns. But the chain broke asunder, with a flash of pain and light.

   I heard a noise like a terrified Scream, and the distant cursing of my old Father. He had been listening. He had hated me, as I had hated him. But I knew that he would hate the money he received for me even more, as it lingered like a testament to his failure. 

I was free.

   I fell into His arms like a wounded bird that has found it’s home, and He held me so tightly that our hearts nearly touched through our skin. It seemed like a thousand years, and it seemed like an instant. I Loved Him. And it was a pure, beautiful Love that I had been incapable of only moments before, only brought on by being bought out. He had birthed it in me. And that was the best gift of all.

“Let’s leave this Place.” My Beloved whispered. 

And we did.


xx


hayyyy. loves.




April 18, 2017

2017 GIVEAWAY





DRUMROLL PLEASE.

thanks.

the winner of the 2017 giveaway, hosted by cally and myself is


BECCA WHITLOCK.


woo woo woo. we entered all the names into this random name picker, and it took me like fifteen minutes and cally was talking to me on the phone while i did it but we were laughing because it's really hard to type and listen at the same time.

we'll send da package soon.

and hey, thank you to everyone that entered this thing. i realized afterwards that my question was super hard. like what is wrong with me.

but the answers that i got were so full of hope and honesty, and better than anything i would've expected. so it was totally worth it. thank you for your continued support, and for reading these silly little words. it's nice to know that somebody is listening every now and then, you know?




{consolation prize: i was here - roo panes}




xx much love, addy




April 13, 2017

come and tell me

  we're playing baseball in the front yard, and i'm pitching. and i don't bother telling anyone that i don't know how to pitch, of course, because i'm stubborn like that. he spits (for the hundredth time) and chokes up on the bat, and i throw it, because we're stubborn like that. and when he takes off for first base, which is a mud puddle, the sunshine is honey brown on our skin. freckles screams and runs for the ball, and i laugh until my side aches. (there's a garden, and i know it's not dead. i know it's not. i won't let it be.)


   {the hope of you is like an apple tree in winter.}


  the last time i dreamed, i woke up with amnesia. for i could not remember the pain of the past anymore, and all i knew was birdsong streaming through my open window, like love through a summer heart. and if i did remember it at all, it was as a nightmare that had been blown away, until it was just a shadow. His Love makes me forget. i am here, waiting like a little girl looking over the wall to a secret garden that is all her own. (come and tell me that it's all wick. that it's always been wick.)


   {one day my arms will be full of your blossoms.}


               ---



HEEYYYYYYYYYYYY. Easter Morning is coming, and I am so full of Hope and Light that I can hardly hold it in. Christ's death is my salvation, and His resurrection is my life, and man, I'm ready for Spring to come. Winter is over. No more mourning. x


in other news, i'm loving the answers to the giveaway thing. that's some pretty brave stuff there. much loves. 





March 17, 2017

GIVEAWAY WITH DOWN BY THE WILLOWS & BRIN LAEL




HEYYYY.

what's up friends? i'm laughing super hard because this is super exciting and it's my best friend and it's fun stuff and *shrieks*

exciting thing: CALLY AND I ARE HOSTING A GIVEAWAY. *claps* also i just sort of copied and pasted the entry stuff that cally already typed up because i am a parasite and she's brilliant. ehee.

(but don't worry, i'm not one of those people that copies stuff and changes all of the names except one so it's super obvious and stuff... haha no who would do that like come on please)
...
*goes to make sure she changed all the names*
to enter --

in order for you to enter this giveaway, you must answer the following question in a comment on this post. If you don't answer the question, then your comment won't be counted as an entry.

please tell me why letting go is worth it. if you're not sure it is, please tell me why you're going to do it anyways.


but wait -- (haha cally u so funny)

You can also gain another entry by commenting on the post that Cally has on her blog over here. 
two entries. come on. i want that. i want to enter in this thing. *pleads with cally*

what's included --

-some rad patches
-a mail hug (by marc johns)
-handwritten letters from the best letter writers around
-and some sweet surprises


the deadline --



YOU HAVE A WHOLE MONTH. ENTER. LAUGH. GO TELL YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY. AND THEN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. LIFE IS GREAT. ♥♥♥


and i think that's it! as i said, super stoked about this. *happy laugh* thanks for the lovins.



p.s. go comment on cally's post too, because i like her. and it'll better your chances of winning. mwaha.

p.p.s. we can only mail inside the States. so only U.S. residents please. unless you're from canada and you're willing to barter maple syrup for postage. then hit me up.