05.26.15

My heart, oh my heart never failing to find rest

The moment I open up your word and remember I'm blessed

The moment I set my eyes on your promising skies

As I watch the evening sun set and the morning sun rise

It's your grace that sustains me and will hold me to the end

When my heart grows weary and broken, it is You that will mend

No matter how many shattered pieces I break into, You gather them all
Not missing a single piece, every time I fall

This rest bringing room for what you ache to do
My soul may search, but it always leads to you

05.12.15

The ponder, the wonder all held within our dreams

All that I am, all that I have, all that I am able to be

It comes from you and abundantly it flows,
As I'm taken out of my comfort zone

Because your favor, how it solely exist when I step out and take a risk

This is the place, the destination where you are taking me
Although I am fearful, in His name that flees

I tune my ear, in order to hear the assurance that He whispers
And in my soul it lingers

Relentlessly lingering
Relentlessly pursuing me
Relentlessly loving me
Forever

03.21.15

Tattered cover, front and back

Tattered pages, making up for my slack

The words inside, comforting are they

Abounding words, I hear them say

They speak to my soul, as I scroll,

Through text upon text of His distinguishing roll

He picks me up and takes me in,

And in that moment I feel whole again

Inadequate, unworthy, those feelings seems to vanish,

Cause when I do wrong, He doesn't ever banish

To describe his love, it's way too broad-

Yes, this is the love of my Father, my God

Oh how this word is beautiful on the pages,

But we learn it on the road for all of ages

About Me

Writing is freeing. I've kept a journal consistently since I was seven years old; I know not many profound things are written when you're that little. Majority of my entries were about school, my friends, the good school lunches of the week and so forth..but I always found something freeing in being able to write about your day, how things made you feel and being able to look back and relive those things- that's the power of words. I'm always thinking of things to write, whether I'm in church during worship, driving in the car and listening to music or people watching; my brain is constantly writing stories and journal entires.

 Most of the time, I'd rather write about how I feel opposed to talking about it. When I'm excited, upset, or whatever it may be, I can't help but think I need to write about this. There is something about releasing those captive thoughts and putting them somewhere. I journal mostly everyday, but poetry is something I'm passionate about writing when the moment is right and inspired. When something is pressing on my heart, I'll usually write poetry...which is my favorite and always has been since I was a kid. This blog is called seasonal words because life is full of seasons and in every season, there is something different to be written about and there is new lessons learned. Seasonal actually means- fluctuating according to the season or time of the year. I loved this and thought how I love thinking of my words as seasonal, some may be in high points of my life and some may be in low points...it just all depends on the season. And seasons don't last forever, but it's beautiful to look back on every season and see God's hand over them all. I've also always been nervous to share my writing but I hope they can inspire you or at least be a good read every once in a while. Enjoy.

Ally