Saturday, August 20, 2016


I think that 19 is a really obsolete age because it’s right in the middle of everything. The age of 19 is like the year everyone has middle child syndrome.

18 is a big year because typically you graduate high school and turn into an “adult”
20 is your first non-teen year
21 is the official adult age
22 you’re Taylor Swift
23 you’re Michael Jordan
But 19 is just…19.

Recently, I have honestly been thinking about turning 19 so much. Today I decided that I don’t want 19 to be my middle child year.

I want 19 to be full of love and laughter and adventures on adventures. My prayer for this year is that I grow in every area of my life and that my life reflects the Lord and his grace more than it ever has before. Reflecting back on this past year, 18 came with a lot of challenges. I really had to step back and evaluate myself as a person and as a follower of Christ and decide what I wanted my life to be. I made a lot of hard choices and learned a lot of lessons the hard way.  I definitely think that some of those choices and lessons have shaped me into a better person, and now I better understand why it is important to be able to count the cost. Sometimes, my stubborn self just gets in the way. Actually, that happens more than just sometimes. But the point of me saying all this is that I want 19 to be a year of my life that matters. I don’t want it to be a year that matters in a way that was like “oh, I did some stupid stuff and now I fixed it and here we go.”
I want 19 to be a year that starts moving forward and doesn’t stop.
1.       Adventure whenever possible
2.       Pray more
3.       Put others before myself
4.       Stop being hypercritical of myself and others
5.       Complete the left overs of my summer leap list
6.       Put forth my absolute best effort in school

7.       Love more

Friday, August 5, 2016


Someday someone will love every inch of you: the fading sunset behind your eyes, the moonlight that dances through your hair, the sadness nestled in the creases of your palms. They're going to kiss all the parts you have kept hidden away and tell you how beautiful it all is.

Someday someone is going to say, "I love all of you, not just the parts that make sense, not just the parts you have shown me. I love the parts of you that I don't yet understand, the parts that weigh on your shoulders, the parts I only notice when I steal glances at you in the silence."

You will need to believe them; to believe that fairytales were not written for princesses in glass slippers, but that they were written for women who have collected all the pieces of a broken heart and can't stand to put it together again. But most of all you will need to believe that they were written for you.

Someday someone will come to you with a happily ever after promise and slide it over your finger. Someday you'll realize you are not the lucky one, you are the deserving one. Someday you are going to take someone's breath away.

Someday you will realize just how stunning you really are, and you will fall to your knees.
-Tyler Kent White