"Lovingly arrive at His feet." - as seen on a Christian blog I latched on to this, knowing surrender was my weak spot and control was my best skill. But I wanted the peace that I saw so many others have. I wanted the graceful surrender and was up for the practice. So I set … Continue reading Lovingly Arrive at His Feet
Author: emmahenderschedt
lyrics
I found myself wishing I could pick at a guitar.Talented enough to take the words in my head and turn them into song. Most people have no interest in reading poetry. Who wants to recite sentences when you can sing lyrics?
The Sound of Sleeping
The sound of sleeping has no concept of time. It doesn't wait for the clock to strike a no longer socially acceptable hour of the night. It comes when it wants.No concept of time because it is not competitive. It's alternating who is who, taking turns playing the listener, the other one, the listened to. … Continue reading The Sound of Sleeping
Waiting for Sunday
What Grieving During COVID-19 Taught Me About Holy Saturday I know the story of this day, but in years passed, Holy Saturday has held little meaning to me personally. I know as a Catholic it should but I was never able to understand how this day affected me two thousand years later. Jesus had died … Continue reading Waiting for Sunday
Who Were You Before They Broke Your Heart?
Was I weaker?Unsure of who I actually was?Maybe it took a gun wound to the heart to know I had one.I had felt my heart beat prior,But I think the flutters were forced. Was I quieter? Afraid to speak up?Maybe it took being silenced by force to know I had a voice.I had heard myself … Continue reading Who Were You Before They Broke Your Heart?
When I am a River
Love me when I am a lake.When the water is stilland you crave a summer day. Love me when I am a river. In the calm of Septemberor the rapids that March brings. Love me when I am a hurricaine.The water. The wind.The destruction and the post storm silence. Love me in the seasons of … Continue reading When I am a River
Home
For twenty years home was constant. It was secure and protected by the hands and hearts of my mother and father. It was filled with joy in the form of laughter from siblings, neighbors, and friends. The scariest moment was moving into a place of kinda sorta independence. Four years, that as quickly as they … Continue reading Home
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