Her heart on paper.

This blog is where I pour out what is on my heart. Where I get real with my readers. I am human. I don’t have the best grammar sometimes and I almost always manage to get food on my shirt and don’t realize it till half way through the day. Washing dishes for me is soothing and I love to belt out music when I am home alone. Your mess is more then welcome here, it’s needed here. I invite you to join in my journey as I figure out adultish things. As I learn more and fall more in love with the One who crafted every part of me. How I learn to have agape love.

Agape is selfless, sacrificial, unconditional love. The highest kind of love in the Bible. The kind of love that loves you through the mess. Through the pain and through the gross parts of life. It’s truly preferring others, putting them before you. Jesus is agape love, and he wants us to show the same. When is the last time you really listened the clerk at Walmart before grabbing your things and running out the door because you have somewhere else to be? When is the last time you sat down with somebody and heard their story, the deep parts they don’t like to share, and let that change your heart?

I don’t like shallow conversation. I despise it really. I love when people get open with me. Get raw. Transparent. When you tell me your story and you tell it all. You don’t leave out bits and pieces because you are afraid that I am going to judge you. Not at all. I am going to love you even more because of it. Deep heart to hearts are one of my favourite things to do. Three hour lunch dates and life chats over London fogs. Let’s get real. The world tries to tell us to mask our emotions, to push down the hurt. But when you remove the mask, that’s when the real healing begins.

I don’t know if you people watch, but I do every now and then. Sometimes I think about how each one of these people’s stories are very different, yet so beautiful. I look at couples and wonder how they met, what their love story is. I would love to run up to random strangers and ask what their story is. What has happened in their lives to get them to this point. But that is a teeny bit creepy so I won’t. These words are bubbling out of my heart, and sometimes they don’t make sense, but I need to write them out. I am falling more in love with words, and the impact they have on people.

This is me. Welcome to Nat’s ramblings. Her heart on paper. I welcome you in.

Blessings + bear hugs,

Nat

 

Ps. If you want to ever grab coffee (or London fogs) and get real, I would be more then blessed to join you. Let me know.