the beauty of tomorrow.

life. I sit here day-after-day and type out my aspirations, my loves, my desires, my dreams - my life. after the sparking of my revolution, I attempt to pen the true and honest musings of my heart in my writings, yet times like this, it slips through my fingers. life goes by, time flits away quietly. I don't expect anything of great excitement to come to past, but I do not know what I am expecting at all. my ambition in blogging is to be honest to you and the person God made me to be, but life at the moment seems unreal, faraway. dreams fade, inspiration dwindles. and some posts cannot be cheerful and "picture perfect" as most are.                                                                                              

it rains outside. I often forget. some days must be dark and dreary. life isn't perfect. it's beautiful - indeed, there are so many beautiful details in this everyday life. but it's definitely not perfect.    

I hate change - transitions seem to shake the very core of my being. yet they seem inescapable. people change, my heart breaks. life changes, my mind swirls. the world seems to grow dim. busyness becomes a constant companion and turns into an enemy. life feel like mere motions. I am exhausted by going through them and want to cry, but I have no more tears to shed. and the quiet moments hurt the most.  

joy comes in the morning. but God is always there. through times like this I know HE is drawing me nearer to Him. I just have to keep my head up, and wait for tomorrow.    

“Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”

~Anne Shirley 

thank you so much for your prayers! they are much appreciated.   

xoxo,

the girl waiting for the morrow in the garden. 

[photographs via pinterest]