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Can’t sit still For the wings in my stomach Would fly me away Can’t be stopped For the joy in my heart Lifts me over the struggles Can’t be defeated For the hope on my Savior Frees my spirit from the grip of the world

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Happy (?) Tuesday, World! February is more than halfway over. Which is terrifying. How are you doing? Are you as shocked as I am that time has flown thusly? I thought it might be a good time to check in on my goals. Remember my theme of the year is moving forward and overcoming. 14 Resolutions for 2014 Status update 1) Read 50 books. Verdict: Fail. I’ve started 2. Finished none. (Connect with me on Good Reads!) The good news… Read more »

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When I was a bright-eyed, naive, somewhat spoiled seventeen-year-old, my generous parents bought me a car. My only instructions from my dad were to take care of the car because it was the only one he was ever going to buy me. And I have. Minus a few scrapes and bumps, the oil changes have been mostly routine, and the maintenance has been maintained. More than anything else, though, I have been obsessive with not running out of gas. I… Read more »

Here I am, in my cubicle, shivering with fever chills, wishing I could be home in bed. I am, however, thankful for the heat of this Atkins frozen dinner chicken broccoli Alfredo. Except that when I opened it, it spewed cheese sauce all over my January 2014 desk calendar. This is why I can’t have nice things. I usually move my food to the side of my desk calendar, but every other square inch of my desk is covered with… Read more »

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. And this Halloween costume would smell like what it is: A flaming poop. “Hot Sh!t,” to be exact. I got my new social security card in the mail. My name is officially Kaitlin Vincent, which bodes well for this website. It is a little bittersweet, more so than I thought it would be, saying goodbye to my maiden name. I had some good times as KCW. Lots of good times,… Read more »

You know my heartsong For it was You, who With a spark and a kiss, Welded it into my flesh And my soul and Every beat of my heart The rhythm of my heartsong Points back to You, who Has purposed me to Do great things and Only I have the skill And the gifts in my heart So I’ll sing my heartsong For anyone, who Might have the time to listen And I will bravely sing So that the… Read more »

Organically born From the dirt and your rib Now I return To the mud and Your grip And the call for rebirth Starts in the heart And permeates my flesh And I’m dancing, casting Out Demons and Words And the Thoughts and the Lies That have sullied my soul Today I am new And forever I’m pure Clean in the mud, Part of Earth, in Your blood And I’m singing Your praise For each day, it is so.

I am in a season of purging. Of Spring Cleaning and Life’s Meaning. I am purging toxins from my body and from my diet. I am purging clutter from my life and my home and that ever-looming To Do List. I am purging lies. Lies told to my heart. Lies I tell to myself. Lies that women are force-fed all day, every day. And it hurts. This Period of Purge, these Days of Detox. There are headaches and heart aches…. Read more »

A Typical Thursday Eyes shut, I’m searching, While eyes wide, I’m dreaming Mind rut, I’m lurching, While thoughts wild, I’m scheming Soul cut, I’m churching, While soul cried, I’m singing.

Happy Wednesday! I started writing this post last week, but as I was still fighting myself and God on this issue, I never got around to finishing it, because nothing had come to a conclusion. But that has changed. Let me start out by saying that I am freaking exhausted. I kind of wish I could go into like, a 3 week coma, just to catch up on sleep. That should be a thing, scheduled comas. They could like, liposuction… Read more »