no one.

"no one is as lucky as us
we're not at the end, but
oh we already won
oh no, no one is as lucky as us"
-paramore

so this song is definitely not written about the Lord, but when i hear it, that's just what i think. i mean, we've got this awesome love that we don't have to wait until the end to get. we can receive it now. and also, we have the victory sealed, set, done with, over. it's already won for us.

aching heart.

this is my brother, henry grady williford, but as i call him, buddy.
he is nineteen and will be turning twenty in four months, he's growing up too fast :)
he is for sure one of the coolest people you will ever, EVER meet in your life.
he is currently living 121 miles away from me, and i miss him greatly.
he has taught me so much by just letting me watch him live.
he is truly an example of the transforming power of Jesus.
he allowed Jesus to grab him and he now lives everyday affected.
infected.
alive in Christ.
dead to himself.
i mean, he radiates Jesus for crying out loud.
he inspires me.
and...deep down i'm pretty sure i've always wanted to be

just. like. him.

this is my exuberant, thoughtful, deep and insane BESTfriend, miss kasey taylor.
she is my partner in crime, if you consider worship and fun a crime :)
her life is a juxtaposition:
she is hyper yet calm
loud yet soft
rambunctious yet gentle
spontaneous yet careful
broken yet powerful
completly dead, but more alive than most of the world that passes me by
the least, but will one day, i have no doubt, be the first.
she carries the presence of God and inspires yo to love Him more.
she loves without restriction.
and she calls me her best friend.
i am sometimes worried that these next few years will bring us further away from each other, but i doubt that will ever happen. we're pretty much glued together.
but recently i have been missing her, though she only lives 5.5 miles away.
we're getting older and more busy, but i am confident that this friendship won't end.

cause we're a three stranded chord.

we can't be separated.

lit.

"one story. everywhere. always. wherever anyone puts pen to paper or hands to keyboard or fingers to lute string or quill to papyrus. They all take from and in return give to the same story...it's not about anything...

it's about everything."

-how to read literature like a professor by thomas c. foster

i find it interesting that truth pokes up everywhere. even in my summer reading. this struck me as so true. everything we do becomes apart of one story. the story of the Lord. everything we do matters. so true...

presents.

just as an fyi, i had a great birthday with great friends and many blessings including:

multiple calls and texts
an entire blog post from an inspiring young woman ;)
sweet cards
beautiful notebook
(yes, miss livie, i have gotten a new one:) )
scrumptious cake...
(that had a mishap on it's way to my house, but was still beautiful)
dinner with the fam and friends
movies: despicable me (greatness)
bracelet
goldfingers and tie-dye party

so pretty much...

i am: blessed.

brilliance

"hey girl let's go down
wash our hands in the carolina tide
let's go down and die
and come back like babies
::
hey girl let's go down
wash our sins in the muddy brown wave
wash the world away
and come back again
::
all these scarlet stains
like the blood red clay
on the knees of our jeans
you can come out righteous if you want babe
you can come out clean
::
hey girl drive all night
down to the water
and live like were alive
let our sleeping die
and roll out of these graves
::
hey girl the water don't know
the shore don't care
who you were before
we're not them anymore
you know we're not the same
::
-john mark mcmillan

brilliant: distinguished; illustrious; strong and clear in tone; vivid; bright; splendid or magnificent

this guy's lyrics are brilliant.