Something

There is something about writing my name out that makes me smile. I love that I am still able to have a part of my dad with me every time I write my name.

There is something about blogging that makes me feel an emotional release. My emotions melt away as my fingers find the keys to the words I am feeling. I am able to see more clearly what I am thinking and what I am feeling when I can see it right in front of me. That is a gift from God.

There is something about the rain that reminds me of all those years camping with my family. When we would pack up the last morning, there always seemed to be a drizzle. The patter on the tent reminds me of my dad and I like that. I hold on to any reminder I have of him because he has become a picture in a frame. He was an incredible father, but in two and a half years he will have been apart of only half of my life. That makes me sad.

There is something about God that makes me feel safe. Not my 'conscience god', but the living Holy Spirit that is inside of me. I'm big on imagery and when I imagine God wrapping his arms around me, I feel whole. I want so badly to be some man's daughter, I cling to that too much.