This Christmas...

Well,
I've been silent on here for awhile now.
Not because there isn't anything to say,
or experiences or events that have opened my eyes-
but I can't express them all right now.

However, the holidays are coming up...
and I found this little blurb on another blog-
and I can't not share it.

Everyone is asking what people want for Christmas,
or getting this or that-
but I think this author and I are on the same page with what we need this year.

"I don’t want a Christmas that you can buy.

I don’t want a Christmas that you can make.

What I want is a Christmas that you can hold.

A Christmas that holds me, remakes me, revives me.

I want a Christmas that whispers — Jesus.

I want a Christmas that lives and breathes and moves in Jesus Christ.

I want for the God in the manger who makes Himself bread…

For the Saviour in swaddlings who makes Himself our robe of righteousness.

For the Christ who makes precisely what none of us can — Christmas.
It is only Christ alone who can make Christmas."

Yeah, this writer gets it.

A Christmas we can behold, and be held.

Joy in it's simplest, yet most important forms.

Wishing you nothing less than amazing this Christmas season.

Abide

*So- this blog is going to kind of piggyback off of the last one- heads up.*



Here lately, the idea of holding on to things has just been very present in my life.
I'm not sure why.
Maybe it's because I thrive on consistency.
Security.
I get this idea in my mind of how something is going to be,
and thats how it's going to be.



But then on some idle Monday-
things change.
That idea of things in your head took a right,
and you missed the turn.
Ever find yourself there?

See, so often we find ourselves holding on
with relationships,
plans,
friends,
people,
promises,
ideas,
and how we think things are going be-
that we so often forget we came into this world with nothing,
and we can't take anything with us when we go.

But on a grander scale,
we are busy making plans, deepening relationships, and holding on to words-
That we forget these things were never ours to begin with.
They were graciously given to us by the God who knows our hearts,
The God who knows how the story is going to go,
The God who gives,
and takes away.

After a few long nights, and a few crazy days-
I am beginning to see that yes, we hold on to these things for comfort,
when the only true comfort can be found from the One who made us intricately.
Because you see,
The One who made us intricately designed us to need Him, to seek Him,
to abide in Him.
And then we will find a place to put our dependance, our relationships, our longings, our plans, our promises.
In Him.

We hold people to standards.
We put them in a position to meet all of our needs, and they can't.
While yes, they can do a lot and life is a lonely place without friends/relationships,
and they each add so much to our lives individually and collectively,
They shape our lives and teach us things we were meant to learn from them specifically,
but they can't ever fully satisfy our hearts need,
-and we can't expect them to-
They are a gift from God, but they are His- not ours.

When or if we can ever fully grasp this,
maybe then we can let people finally be people-
and just maybe
we can finally let God be God.


Just maybe,
we could let God be all we ever need.
because-
He is all we will ever need.








"... and the things of this earth will grow strangely dim- in the light of His glory and grace."

To fully embrace- grace.

So, sometimes I like to sit back and watch.
To be silent.
To observe.
To learn.

Actually, most times I like to do this.


Well, here lately I have been watching some of the people closest to me,
as well as reviewing the pages of my own story the past few months.
And I must say, for awhile I have been left without words.
Not necessarily in a bad way, but just not able to string my thoughts together like usual.

I have noticed with myself, as well as with those around me that we hold on.
We hold on to love,
to fear,
to life,
to loss,
to material things,
to words,
to traditions,
to things we can count on,
to things we can't stand to see change.

We hold on to these things, sometimes- for dear life.


But I have to wonder, what would we do if we let these things go?
If we let them go and live,
If we let go and let God be God.

Do we fear that lack of control?
Are we afraid to let Gods power be portrayed in our lives?
Are we afraid of His power?
The One who knitted us together in our mothers womb,
the One who loves us without fault or fail,
the One who sees past our pain.

Could you imagine letting that everlasting, almighty, loving power loose?
Us letting go of all we hold on to,
and just getting out of the way-
to let Him take the pen and write the pages of our lives?

It's a freeing thought.
Can we have the courage to see the redemption in our lives come full circle,
by letting go of our lives?

Like a good mother told me "God is just watching our lives, He's already got it tivo'd. He knows what is coming next, let's just let go and let Him work."


Can we have the courage to dance in His freedom?
To fully embrace- grace.

I know this one is going to be short,
but-
Have you ever just stopped,
Stopped and looked around?

Looked at the little things?
Forgetting about the struggles,
and strifes-
but the good things?

Have you just looked at some of the good things in your life and just been thankful?
And have you let that thankfulness just sink in?
and not just surface level sink in,
like letting it seep into every ounce of your being?

Where you breathe in thankfulness, and breathe out hope?

Just a thought.

It changes things.
Let's try it together.



Genuine thankfulness.

"All of my favorite people are broken..."

Here lately, I feel like God has had a sort of sense of humor.
He has been trying to prove a point in my life for a long time now,
and I guess it's just taken me opening my eyes to really see it.

I have always been the type of person to try to keep it all together,
not say too much,
not burden,
not over-kill my problems,
or put them on display.
Keep to the standards that were set for me,
aim above them and carry on.
When the truth is- their has really been a lot of "broken" pieces in my story.
Some things I'm not proud of,
Some things just now surfacing,
and some things still coming to understanding that happened years ago.

But really, if we are being honest-
we are all beautifully broken.

Some of us have physical impairments that put our unpolished pieces on display.
Some of us have disabilities that make it apparent that we aren't like everyone else.
Some of us are blessed with a mess.
Some of us have hardened hearts that bleed out our brokenness.
Some of us wear our brokenness under our clothes.
Some of us hide behind our schedules and lifestyles so maybe our brokenness won't show.
Some of us will just flat out admit it.

But regardless of which "some of us" catagory we fall into-
we are all broken.

But guess what?
Jesus never asked us to be perfect, and infact-
He died so we would never have to be.

See- He never expected a perfect offering.
But has always been thankful with what we are able to give.

It also kinda levels the playing field-
when you really think about it.
All of us are broken in some way,
none no better than the other.
We can never race to or one up God's love.
Though our stories and scars may be different-
the offering of our hearts surrendered is the same.
Because you see-
Jesus isn't looking at our scars-
He's got nail scarred hands that took care of all of ours.
He is looking past all of the muck and mess, into the heart of it all.

Not to mention the same sweet Jesus that sees past our scars and brokenness planned out our life to look exactly like it does right now.
No tear ignorned,
No smiled missed,
No laugh unheard,
No heartache unfelt.
It's making a grand symphony,
a woven tapestry.

An anthem of broken souls strung together to create something breathtakingly beautiful.
Glory.


Beauty in a an imperfect offering.
Mmm.


Our brokenness made whole in a Saviors love.
Talk about something to be grateful for.
Goodness.

We all have a road to walk...

A single mother,
working minimum wage, 3 kids
working her job as a nurse,
and effortlessly working her job as a mother.
Day in and day out.
It's not much,
but she loves.

A girl trying to fight the temptations of the flesh,
knowing what is right,
knowing what is wrong,
but being stuck in the middle.
Paralyzed by fear,
clinging to the hope of a Savior,
and the religion she almost let go.

A boy who knows he has worth,
but it told otherwise,
every day.
Constantly picking up the pieces,
and clinging to the life-
that constantly leaves his emotions
black and blue.

A man with a wife and a baby on the way,
working hard,
standing for honor, and respect.
Giving is life for his country,
and sacrificing his family for the next 6 months.

A little boy without parents,
fighting HIV,
fighting hunger,
fighting the war on poverty,
and the war on drugs
facing the choices
to change,
or live a life of the same.

A hard working woman,
single, middle aged,
hard to love,
harder to hate.
Poured her heart into someone,
who didn't do the same.
Now she's left with the pieces that remain.


I personally know each one of the people mentioned in the words above, and personally have realized how we all have a road to walk.
None of the roads are ever really easy,
none are always pretty or picture perfect.
But none the less- they are the roads that sum up this crazy thing that we all call life.

See the thing is we all have our own roads to walk,
and we all have the choice to walk them with grace,
trying to keep up and condition ourselves to the pace,
or walk them with sorrow,
just dragging on and pushing through til tomorrow.

What road are you walking today? I know theres pretty, and I know there's tough stuff in it.
How are you choosing to walk it?
It's your life, and sunshine-



you only get one.




walk it well.

where ever you find yourself.

Stories to be heard

I started this blog with a hope to capture not only the big things,
and the lightbulb moments-
but the little things.
The things we so often take for granted,
the everyday things-
that seem so common, but are so truly precious.


Now, if you know me-
you know greek life has been kind of a tug of war in my heart.
I have never once regretted the decision,
but just haven't always been able to keep up with the demands.
Regardless- I have had the opportunity to get to know and learn from some truly wonderful women.
Women that I wouldn't have probably met if it wasn't for greek life.

Well today, I got the chance to do a little house clean up with a few of the girls.
We got our tasks done, and just all happened to end up sitting on the steps and in the foyer,
there we just started talking about the most random things,
from puppy training-
to crafts-
to change-
to telling stories from our childhoods.

These seems very juvenile and something out of a clip from 7th Heaven-
but I truly saw a glimpse of one of those everyday precious things sitting there with these girls.
We all have a story to tell,
and we all want to be heard.
But- not only do we want to share our stories and be heard- we want to be understood.

We want those moments where there isn't any time crunch,
no alterer motive,
no interruptions,
no attitudes.
Just time to talk and be heard,
to laugh and understand.


I have to sit back and wonder,
how many times have I brushed someone off,
because I "had a train to catch" or had something else to do.
How many times has someone just needed to be heard,
and I haven't listened.

It's a challenging thought,
because the appointments, agendas, and social medias won't matter when we are gone.
But the way we treated people, cared for people, and listened to people will be remembered long after we are gone.
Even from the smallest things to the biggest.
We all need a friend, and we all want to be heard.

So lets take some time, to just be a friend.
To just close out the ways of the world and just-
listen.

"His love is not a safe love, but it is good"

Shootings in Colorado,
Shootings in schools,
Murders happening in your hometown,
Hurricanes,
Heath issues,
Family dysfunctions,
Stress.

So much has been going on lately,
and to be honest it would be easy to say its all been on the negative end.
There has been so much happening left and right,
and it just leaves you to wonder-
whats next?

I know this seems rather pessimistic and unflattering.
It is.
With all of this going on, I have found myself in a funk.
No energy, isolated, awkward, just plain weird actually.
But really- what I have realized is that I have taken my focus off of what really matters most, and focused on the turbulence.
No wonder I would find myself in any other place but a funk.

No matter what is going on around, my focus should be on Yahweh, and knowing that He is working everything out for the good of me and those around me.
Even when it's hard,
Even when it's painful,
Even when we don't understand-
HE IS GOOD.
HE LOVES.

To be honest, I probably wouldn't learn most of the lessons I have in my 22 years if things wouldn't of have been hard, hazy and painful sometimes.
God knows what He is doing in my heart and He is strengthening me one beat at a time.
Because lets be real- we see the beauty in the simple stuff, and the extravagant stuff-
but there really is a lot of beauty in the struggle.
Because in the struggle that is where we realize what we are made of and where our hope lies,
where we realize what it takes,
and how far we are willing to go to make our dreams come true.
It's then when we realize how much life is really worth living,
because there is always beauty from ashes.

So in the middle of the crazy, the scary and the painful-
I am choosing to take my focus off of the waves-
and keep my focus on His face.

After all, "His love is not a safe love, but it is good."
- and it endures forever.

and ever.
Let that sink in.

And even though my August 28th may be hard, He knew it would be hard-

But He knows my heart- so He must know I can handle it.

And just like He planned out my day- 

He planned out yours too.

So let us go out and rest assure that His love is strong, and He is good. He knows our hearts and He knows what is best. He is specifically planning out our days to the fullest potential. And on that glorious day when we see the other side of the tapestry He is weaving- we will stand amazed in the presence. And maybe, then we will see how truly good the hard things really are, after all- we only know in part.




"I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely racked with sorrow, but through it all- I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing."

The in-betweens

You know those moments in your life that are just awkward?
Either you are sitting inbetween two people who are mad at each other,
Stuck between two angry politicians,
Stuck at an intersection when you thought there was enough room to go, but turns out their wasnt.
Standing inbetween two people, one waves- but not at you,
Even though you wave back because you thought it was to you.
Or even those times when you are stuck between what's right and wrong?
These are sticky situations- but what about the bigger "inbetweens" in life?

Inbetween jobs?
Inbetween what you thought you wanted and what you realize you need?
Inbetween what you want and what someone else planned for you?
Inbetween seasons?
Inbetween dreams?
Inbetween what you know you need to do and what would be more comfortable?
Inbetween your last year of school and the rest of your life?
Inbetween the life you planned and the one God ordained?

These are all some pretty big inbetweens and all pretty rattling to some degree or another.
It's easy to get stuck in a muck and just sit a mull over it,
But-
What if those inbetween times were just as important as the beginnings, middles, and ends over everything else?
What if these are the times that grow us and teach us what it really means to be still,
To teach is to endure-
To show us that it really is the journey that is most important,
Not just the destination.

What if it's these moments that show us the brevity of right now.
This very moment.
That it all counts.
That it all matters.
That maybe sometimes inbetween is where we need to be.

Bent low

As most of you know, I have always had a passion for children.
A weak spot, made strong-
and a desire for hope, healing, and change.

Well in the pursuit of having my eyes wide open,
God has revealed some pretty radical things to me lately.
Things that haven't fully come to complete understanding,
but a fire has been sparked in my heart.

I have always dreamed of going overseas and working in orphanages,
loving on sweet children, sharing Jesus and growing myself.
While this is still a dream-
I have recently been shown some pretty bold needs here,
starting with the foster system.

My aunt and uncle have recently become foster parents to 3 precious little kids,
and my goodness they are absolutely, without a doubt something special.
Now with that said each of them come with their own stuff,
just like you and me.
However, you can look into these little faces and see teenagers.
I can't publicly share what brought them to this place in their lives,
because it's not quite my story to tell,
but I am just thanking God that He brought us all to this place and time.
They have seen things that no one should and have become survivors in every sense of the word.
Although we are thanking God that they are safe,
thanking Him for His perfect will and protection,
thanking Him for these little lives that shine such a light,
thanking Him for the love He lavishes,
and the grace He so freely gives-
These kids act on what they know,
They try to live out the lives they have seen,
They are sometimes mean, and very often angry because they can't process all thats been thrown at them.
Sometimes, it's really hard to remember to love without limits, when all limits have seemed to be pushed.
But we bend low, we remember that Jesus chose to love us regardless,
we push past our tired eyes,
and all things us, to love.
Thank goodness, God gave us these little lives to learn how to better love.
Thank goodness, God gave these little lives a second chance.

Now, I have spoken about these three children-
but in the state of Georgia alone- there are 14,000.
There are only 22 foster families in my county,
and the only group homes that will love on, and provide for these children and mostly in the southern part of the state.
Something about this is disturbing to me.
Maybe the fact that their is this big of a need-
but then I remember that rests with God.
Maybe it's the fact that there is not enough being done-
now thats where the fire got sparked.

There is a big need for change in this system, and God has really placed it on my heart.
Whether this be in opening a group home,
becoming a foster parent later on,
working in the legal aspects of this issue,
advocating for these sweet little souls,
or maybe something else.

I'm not sure what is next, but I am asking you-
friend to friend,
growing soul to growing soul-
Pray for these children.
Pray for these families.
Pray for the parents.
Pray for those who have stepped up to make a difference.
Pray for those who are still evolving what God wants them to do.

Jesus, here we are bending low, getting close to your heart, praying for strength. Praying for provision, praying for our eyes to stay open. Praying for these children not only in this state, but across the world. Praying for newness of life, praying for restoration, praying for Your will.

How He loves

Well, I know it's been a little while-
but I spent the last two weeks at the beach.

However, these eyes of mine have seen quite a lot-
and this mind, well it's been reeling.

The beach always has a way of putting things into perspective for me.
I'm not sure why,
but I can sit on the beach and stare out into infinity for hours and hours and just simply be reminded of the endless possibilities of the gracious and good God we serve.
It just makes the things I worry about seem smaller and the things I dream about so much bigger.

However, this past week I woke up one morning to some startling information.
12 killed and 58 injured...
A massacre...
A monster...
A nation in shock...
As you realize, I am talking about the shooting in Colorado.
My brain and my heart where having a hard time working together to try to process this all.
To feel it and be rational with it all, and still try to remain objective.
I didn't understand a lot, nor did I say a lot.
Then proceeded to pour a bowl of cocoa puffs.

Well, it happened to rain a little more that day and we went shopping at some of the outlets.
I stumbled upon this frame with the verse written on it from 1 John 4:19 stating
"We love because He first loved us."
I automatically loved the frame and thought about what it was really meaning.
Of course my mind went to several people and several cute pictures that I could see in that frame,
So- I bought it and went on about my business.

A few days later I was sitting waiting to go eat dinner and that verse hit me like a ton of bricks-
He loves us endlessly.
He loves us extravagantly.
He loves us despite, well us.
He loves James Holmes, the man who killed all of these people-
just as much as He loves me,
just as much as He loves you.

Now I am not trying to minimize the events that happened in that theater or the pain that those people and those families feel- because I can't fathom it.
But to think that Yahweh, the King of my heart and the lover of my soul-
loves me despite my countless, continuous flaws and failures,
loves all of us despite of ourselves and what we could ever do.
Always. Unending. Forever. Eternally.
It's a thought that can wreck you of anything you have ever pondered.
It did me, and it still does as a write this.


I have to sit and wonder-
What this world would look like if it could be violently wrecked with the revelation of the love of Jesus?
What would our lives look like if we could live out the knowledge of the matchless love of Jesus?

It would start a revolution.
A love revolution.


It would change the world.

Oh, how He loves us.
How He loves us, so.



Praying so much for the love of Jesus to flood the families in Colorado and comfort them in a way that only a Savior could. A love so undeniable. A love so uncontainable. A love that brings peace. Praying also for James Holmes and for the same undeniable, uncontainable, peace bringing love to flood the corridors of his heart.

Down to the second.

I have always said that if I could leave one legacy-
it would be to always remember the little things.
The smiles,
the laughs,
the sunrises and sets,
the random acts of kindness,
the art in the everyday,
the music that turns into our symphonies.

The little things.

Well the other day-
While trying to have my eyes wide open,
I noticed that the little things can really come down to seconds.

I was on my way to Passion City with a friend and we decided to stop and get water in the city.
We had some time to spare so we took a different route and stopped at a different place.
Well while we were inside waiting to pay,
We noticed several men running towards my car.
My first thought after many days working in the hood was-
Well it was just a fight-
so I went on about my way talking to my friend.
I got up to the cash register and the clerk said
"You're lucky, that almost got your car..."
I was like "sayyy what?"

Turns out that a mans breaks failed on his three wheel bike and almost rammed into my car.
Luckily these three men stopped it and no damage was done.
But-
What if one of those men would have spent a little extra time at the candy isle?
What if no one would have saw the bike start rolling?
What if I would have went to a different gas station?

I know this is a minor story and a minor example.
No harm done.
Came out scratch free.

But what if one thing in our life would have happened differently?
Gone a different direction,
reacted a different way,
went a little earlier,
or a little later.
What if we would have handled something differently,
or been in a different place,
at a different time?
Would we still be the people we are today?
Would our lives look any different?

I know we could play the what if game for days, and sometimes it's pointless-
but it's crazy to me to think that our lives are planned down to the very second.
To be exactly where we are, right here, right now.
It baffles me- in a beautiful way.

So how about just for a little while lets be where we are.
Fully. Completely.
Here. Right now.

It's always the little things that turn into the big ones.

Keep seeking

Here lately, I have learned quite a few things.
I set out to keep my eyes wide open,
but here lately-
It would have been easier to keep them shut.

I've realized that I'm pretty prideful.
I don't like to be put in my place.
I don't like for people to yell at me,
without a chance for m to defend myself.
I don't like having my rights taken away.
I don't like for someone to set limits.

Basically,
I've been humbled.
Having my eyes wide open never meant just seeing all of the good stuff.
It's seeing people at their worst too.
Which is not always picture perfect.
Emotions are high,
things change fast,
and words cannot be taken back.
It still begs us and pushes us to see if we have what it takes to be a friend.
To see past the surface,
to what is really going on deep down.
To really be able to be the friend-
that we have all been called to be.

Throughout the past week of seeing some of the more unfun things,
3 words have echoed in my mind.
Choose. To. Invest.

Jesus never questioned investing in our lives.
When we are kicking and screaming,
covering our ears, deaf to his calls,
running violently,
passing judgement,
giving in to the ways of the world.
He still invests in us.
He still loves us through our turbulence.
He never questions our friendship.

What if we could try to invest like that?
Listen when we don't agree,
Love when we've been wronged,
Speak life when it would be easier to speak death,
Embrace when no one would blame us for walking away.

Hmm...
Things to ponder,
things to work for.

Can we be a friend despite ourselves?
Can we choose to invest?

Humbling days.

Jesus keep me focused, don't let me close my eyes to the things I don't want to see.

Glimpses

After this post you may think I am sentimental nut.
Thats okay :)

So, I am one of those people is really big on equality,
despite circumstances,
past races,
social norms,
economic classes,
medical setbacks etc.
I love when people break the chain and do something different,
something that goes against the grain for a greater good,
something that goes against their "role",
something that creates a path for someone else to be brave,
to be themselves.

Well, the other day I was just sitting in subway enjoying a sandwich
and some pink lemonade-
when I noticed this elderly couple walk through.
To be honest at first they looked kind of lost.
But I noticed something and I just stopped.
They were a interracial couple.

It's pretty common in this day and age to see interracial couples,
but to see an elderly couple isn't.

Then walked in their daughter and turns out they were taking a trip to the mountains.
I just sat back and smiled and thought to myself-
How cool is that?
Two people who did what in their time was "wrong",
but went against the grain for love.

Yes, I may be looking into this too much-
but just think about it.

One day maybe their won't be any races and we will all be one.
Maybe God intended it to be how it is,
I don't know.

But I do know I am loving the little glimpses in the every day scenes.
It all really is quite cool when we stop and look around.

So look around today,
try to see something differently.
Look through your eyes,
not societies. :)

Normal?

Some days, I think I have a pretty good grasp on life.
Other days, I am just blown by the wind trying to figure out what to hold on to.
Don't get me wrong, I love the classic mix ups and twists,
Because let's face it- life would be dull and kinda pointless without them.
However, I just paused for a minute and asked myself-
Is their any sense of normalcy?
Any balance?
Any rhyme or rhythm?

But then I sat back and thought about it,
and I asked myself-
What would normal look like?
How would a balanced life feel?
Could I learn to dance to rhythm to these crazy days?

Then, I thought well- how boring would it be if we all danced to the same beat?
My symphony sounds completely different from anyone else's on the planet.
No one hears the same thing, the exact same way I do.
No one feels, reacts, or sees the exact way I do.
We are all originals with different blueprints.
Yes, we have siblings and common family traits-
but none 100% the same.
Not even identical twins.

How fascinating is that?
How artistic is the Creator-
to build and mold all of us in His image, but all so very different-
Creating this mosaic spread the whole world around.
A mosaic of lives intertwined, of lives hurting, of lives healing-
Of children laughing, souls dancing.

Ah, it really is all pretty beautiful.

So let's leave the normalcy to the ordinary.
We were all meant to be extraordinary,
In one way or another.
Creating an art of our own.


So go do a happy dance :)

Here is the deal...

Okay, okay.
I have done the blog thing several times and quit several times through.
This time, I want to try something different. Who knows, maybe it will stick?

Anyways, I was just thinking after a pretty rockin' week at the beach how much beauty there really is to this life.
How much we see,
How much we learn,
How much we love,
What shapes us,
What breaks us,
What changes us,
What moves us as members of the human race
and ultimately as a body of believers strung together by a beautiful God.

As I was thinking about these things I began to realize how much of my own story I have missed, forgotten, tried to forget or remembered with a smile, or even a little gash of pain.
These little moments make up my story,
my moments, my life.

So often we walk around this world at such a pace that we miss the things behind the pretty faces.
We miss the depths, we miss the stories.
We don't always dive into the mystery around us, the beauty as it's unfolding or the reasons to why we are the way we are.
It's hard stuff sometimes.
It's messy.
It's colorful.
It's funny.
It's sad.
It's full of love, and sometimes has a splash of hate.

But it's our life, none the less.
How remarkable is that for a piece of art.
What colors.
What beauty.

Are we really beholding all of that? All of it.
This one precious life we have been given.

As I sit here and think about all of this-
I have decided this is going to be my next attempt at a blog.
To fully live with eyes wide open-
revealing my story, discovering my story, my lessons,
and sharing stories and lessons along the way.

Like I said, sometimes it's messy, and sometimes its sweet- so leave your expectations on another website, because this blog- it's real.
There is so much beauty around us, we just have to open our eyes.

Join me on this adventure? :)