joy soaked words

finding my way

joy bringers.

“We are dreamers” my English Prof spoke into the room filled with the sounds of zippers on backpacks being done up and papers being shuffled around. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down those three words. I haven’t been able to get those words out of my mind as I have been cracking open my books and making countless cups of tea as exams loom.

We are dreamers. 

Created to dream.

I have these huge dreams percolating (I couldn’t find a better word) inside my heart.

I also know that I am swamped with homework and studying.

When my English prof said those three words, it shook me to my core.

He reminded me what I was doing here. Why I am studying English. Why I still have this blog. He reminded me to keep chasing after the dreams inside my heart, even though sometimes it feels impossible.

I wrote a blog post a little while back about my dust covered dreams. I realize that I have shoved my dreams into the back corner again. I have been more focused on other things and I have forgotten about those dreams. I am pulling them out again, dusting them off.

I refuse to let fear take control. Comparison. These are joy stealers. There isn’t room in my heart for joy stealers, only joy bringers.

Joy bringers. 

We need more joy bringers in our lives.

For me, it’s a cup of good coffee and quiet time spent with Jesus. Laughter filled times spent with close friends. An empty journal, just begging to be written in. Handwritten letters and words of encouragement.

I realize that this is the second blog post I have written today. I have so much to say. I have so many journals that are filled cover to cover because I had so much to say. If you give me pen and paper, I can write for hours.

God is doing rad stuff in my life and here on campus.

I can’t wait to see what is next.

May you experience more joy bringers in your life. Go, dust off those dreams of yours.

In the words of a wise man, we are dreamers.

Never forget that.

Blessings + Hugs,


dear you.

I am writing an open letter to anybody who has come into my life, to those who aren’t in my life anymore and to those who are.

Dear whoever reads this,

Thank you for being apart of my life, thank you for shaping me into who I am today. Thank you for the laughter that you brought, and the tears that we may have shared together.

I know that there are lots of you that I don’t talk to anymore, I know we grew apart as we grew up. Please know that I still remember you, the sweet memories that we shared together.

To those who I still talk to, know that I hold you very dear to my heart. Every time you make me giggle to the point of tears, I realize how blessed I am to know you.

The sweet hellos, and the hard goodbyes knowing that when I said goodbye I might not see you again here on this earth.

Thank you for pushing me out of my comfort zone, pushing me into what Jesus is calling me to, even when you know I’m scared.

People come and go, but each one marks me for good and sometimes for bad.

The older I get, the more I realize that each and every friendship that I have and have had are so God ordained and a true gift from above.

Thank you for being apart of my life, whether you still are or we have grown apart.

You are awesome.

Your friend,