Libby Powell

weight

Wander, gently, into the grey of twilight,
the quiet half-light between day and dark,
where pine boughs murmur of the coming night,
and swaying, the silent shadows mark
that rest draweth nigh.

death, faithfulness, and a glimpse of heaven

Do you ever have those moments where you’re living life, being in the present, just doing what you do, and then it hits you? – I’m going to die. One day, I’m going to die. In a flash, you see time for what it really is compared to eternity. You feel the weight of needing to do something with your life. And you resolve, once more, not to waste it.

in which the journey begins

Writing this post took me far longer than it should have. I spent so much time pouring over introductions from blogger friends I follow, trying to find the style that best fit with me and my blog. I went for the humorous (found out snark isn’t really my thing), tried the straightforward, typed out sentences only to erase them seconds later. I’m afraid I’m not very good at copying other people. And, as yet, I’m not sure where I fit in… as you can tell, I’m still trying to figure my voice out right now.