Morgan Harper Nichols Though.

I love this lady and I love the words she shares. She writes devotionals and poems and she creates beautiful pieces of art, oftentimes combining color and words into an amazing masterpiece. You can find her on Instagram (@thedevoco & @morganharpernichols)

Her words have encouraged me so much in the past several months. She is also a singer. Her soulful voice has accompanied her sister, Jamie Grace, in her latest album, ’91. (Go listen to Daughter of the King)

Hope this encourages you today! ❤

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Winter Is Here

Christmas is upon us.

I can smell it in the air.

Cold.

Biting.

Freezing.

You can see your breath in puffs.

Clouds of warm air evaporating in the chilly atmosphere.

Whispy.

Short-lived.

Poof.

Lights glimmering in the night.

Deer and angels dancing with the shadows.

Rooftops glowing.

Windows sparkling.

It’s magical.

Christmas carols echoing in the distance.

O Come, O Come, Emmanuel.

Rejoice!

Hallelujah!

Gloria!

My cup runneth over with hot chocolate.

(Mexican’s my favorite)

Cookies fill the countertops.

Plates are passed around.

There’s warmth.

Joy.

Love.

Eyes are closed and sweets are savoured.

Hearts are full.

Memories are made.

It’s a good life.

It’s a rich life.

It’s a beautiful life.

There’s hope.

Comfort.

Peace.

For unto us a Child is born,

And the government will be upon His shoulder;

And His name will be called

Wonderful,

Counselor,

Mighty God,

Everlasting Father,

Prince of Peace.

{Isaiah 9:6}

 

We’re Not Kids Anymore

We used to be afraid of the dark.

The shadows in the corner,

The monsters in the closet,

The dragons,

The skeletons,

The thundering rain.

They didn’t disappear

When we grew up.

No

They grew with us.

The shadows are now inside us.

Haunting thoughts,

Discouraging dreams.

The monsters are Insecurity,

Depression,

Hatred,

Stress,

Pain.

The dragons destroy our sparks

Our hopes,

Our courage,

Our ideas,

Our love.

The skeletons scare us

Until we become

Just

Like

Them.

Unfeeling,

Unloving,

Uncaring.

We aren’t little kids anymore.

Now we’re little kids inside big people bodies.

Fighting to stay alive,

To stay true,

To stay “us.”

We’re turning on night lights,

Revealing monsters,

Slaying dragons,

Touching skeletons realizing,

They felt once,

Cared once,

Loved once.

Now we’re reaching,

Rescuing,

Holding,

Healing,

Loving.

Living.

Because Someone did that

For us.