Sitting out here on the safest ledge, 
Dangling my feet over the edge, 
Wondering what you wanted me to do, 
When you rattled my plans and got me hooked on you
Now I’m standing out here on the steepest ledge, 
Dangling my heart over the edge 
Cause I don’t know what you want from me
All I know is how I feel in and out of your company
So I’m holding onto every “maybe”, “possibly” and “we’ll see” that you give me
Yes, I’m hanging onto every word you say,
and I don’t want to go another day without you. 

Sitting out here on the safest ledge, 

Dangling my feet over the edge, 

Wondering what you wanted me to do, 

When you rattled my plans and got me hooked on you

Now I’m standing out here on the steepest ledge, 

Dangling my heart over the edge 

Cause I don’t know what you want from me

All I know is how I feel in and out of your company

So I’m holding onto every “maybe”, “possibly” and “we’ll see” that you give me

Yes, I’m hanging onto every word you say,

and I don’t want to go another day without you. 

I’m an inposter.

I’m just a sinner, saved by grace. 

You’re just a winner who finished in last place.

it would be nice to be loved like that.

Inexpressable

JOY. So PROUD of Michael Lawrence for the awards he and his artist won tonight, so in LOVE with God for the opportunities He’s provided, so EXCITED to be in L.A. for the Indie Music Awards and so THANKFUL for the Plan, the Path, the Way, the Truth, the Light, the Dreams & the Melodies.

beaYOUtiful.

I made the craziest & best decision I ever could have made today… I told God that I would do whatever He wants me to do. Look out Destiny, here I come! :) 

Aghh! Patterns, I’m so tired of falling back into you.

said the backslider to herself the next morning. 

Spring in Bloom

The colors dance in the warming up wind; Melodies are set in motion, released from a heart that beats and sings freely. Spring is in bloom, and I am in tune.

Awake.

Refreshed & Refocused. 

That’s what awesome music and an AWESOME GOD can do. 

life has a tendency to throw me boomerangs.

stuck on repeat and somehow it’s refreshing. 
the thoughts dance in my head, beating their rhythms into synapses, working their way through my brain into my heart where the weeds grow and the roots are set so deep they seem inseverable. 

the thoughts dance in my head, beating their rhythms into synapses, working their way through my brain into my heart where the weeds grow and the roots are set so deep they seem inseverable.