she was purple

A response to the prompt of the day: purple.

Oceans of blue trapped in her eyes.

The passion in her heart burning red.

Colors bleed together to form a vivid purple,

she weaves the lavender through her hair.

There are some people that you meet that are absolutely extraordinary in every way. You look at them and for a second you are in awe, in awe that such a resilient, beautiful soul can exist in such a dark world.

That, to me, is my best friend.

The stories she could tell you, the tragedies she’s seen would break even the one with the strongest mind. She’s been given more in her twenty years than most have been given in forty. Battles seem to come her way more than victories, and the mountaintops are few and far between the valleys.

Yet through all of the challenges and hardships her heart has stayed kind. The average person might grow bitter and callous from the trials, but she remains soft and kind to those around her.

She has been an inspiration to me and so many others through the way that she loves others and perceives the world around her. You can find her in the woods with her eyes wide open, taking in the beauty of the world. Or in a busy coffee-shop, sharing her heart with another to encourage them in their own life.

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How grateful I am for this purple haired, purple hearted friend of mine.

Purpose for the pain

Scrolling through my Instagram/Twitter/Facebook/etc I see one recurring them amidst all the stories and statuses and posts I read. And that one thing is pain.

I find my heart breaking reading the heavy words of friends, and sometimes I’m brought to tears when I read about the burdens that some are chosen to bear. Daughters who have lost their father, sons who’ve never know their father, husbands who are losing their wife to cancer, wives being left to raise their children on the own, married couples struggling to make ends meet, children who are facing so many injustices… I could go on with all of the heartbreaking things going on around me.

There is so much pain that I wish I could take away, so many burdens I wish I could bear for those I love. This world is not fair, life is unfair. The most incredible people are challenged to go through terrible trials, and the worst people get through life untouched by the troubles. 
My heart grieves for those struggling. I want to wrap the young girls I’ve met who struggle with their self image up in my arms and tell them they’re worth it. I want to hold the daughters who’ve lost their father and tell them they are loved and not alone. I want to be there for the wife who was left, I want to encourage the husband who is standing by his dying wife’s side. I want to keep all the unprotected children safe from all the evils of the world. I want to love those who are seemingly unlovable. 
But I can’t. I can’t do that for everyone. And that breaks my heart more than anything, and angers me all at once. I know I’m not the only who feels this way, but at the same time I feel as though I’m the only one who feels the pain and the brokenness. 
Oh, how I pray that God uses this life of mine to bring hope. This world needs it. My community needs it. I pray that he sends the unloved my way as well as the forgotten and hopeless. No, actually I pray that He sends me to them. I pray that He guides me to those who need to hear the words of love and of hope. I pray that He puts me exactly where He needs me. I pray that I will live in such a way that radiates love and hope and peace. I pray that the broken people I see around me will sonehow, someway be made whole again. 
Oh, how I year for the day where He will wipe every tear and take away all of the pain.

wish you were here.

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The skies are blue again. The air is filled with the scent of freshly cut grass and autumnal freshness. My spirits are lifted and I feel revived by the sunshine. The promise of fall break is on the horizon, and everyone seems grateful for the sunshine and the warm weather’s return.

I wish you were here.

I wish you were here to see the beauty of every single moment. I wish you were here to admire the flowers as I walk to class, and greet friends and strangers with a smile and a cheerful wave. I wish you could feel the sun on your skin and the breeze on your face.

I don’t know where you are today. Maybe you are experiencing a beautiful, sunny day like I am. Maybe your blue sky has a few gray clouds. Maybe you’ve been in a season of rain, where it seems as though your life is plagued with storm after storm. Maybe you are waiting for the sun to break through.

I wish you were here.

I wish that I could take you by the hand and let you see life through my eyes. I wish that I could point out all of the different colors in the sunset, or point out the innumerable stars above our heads. I wish that I could buy you a cup of coffee and listen to you talk about your day, or maybe offer you a tissue as you let everything out that you’ve been holding in. I wish that we could talk about books and favorite films and the places we’ve been and the places we’ll go.

My friend, life might feel unfair and uncertain at times. You might feel too much, you might feel nothing at all. The thing is… I don’t know where your life is at exactly this moment. I do not know what you are struggling with, what your triumphs are, what your hopes for tomorrow are, or even where you wish to go.

I don’t know if you’re doing well or not. I wish I did, for maybe then I would find the exact words you need to hear and send them your way. But the only words I can find are I wish you were here.

I wish you were here to see that life really is beautiful, even when it doesn’t feel like it. I wish that we could laugh together or cry together or dream together about where we wish to see our lives go.

But all I can offer you are the words that come from this heart of mine. All I can offer are sentences I’ve pieced together to show you my world. My friend, I hope you find comfort and peace and joy and affirmation and love in your life. I hope that you look up at the sky, whether it’s blue or whether it’s gray, and find a reason to be grateful. I hope that you find a reason to say, “I wish you were here, because here is pretty wonderful.”