sturdy up your heart.

this day is getting older, in fading light it’s beautiful.
this wind is blowing colder, and too soon i’ll feel it’s pull.

[date night turned fort-building night.]

all the words you’ve stolen from me.

like puzzle pieces framing nothing.

do yourself a favor. download this ep.

http://kopeckyfamilyband.bandcamp.com/

gonna wash my bones in the atlantic shore.

now if i don’t think right,

or even know how,

it’s only awful as the hell that you know.

the prayer.

my heart thump, not from being nervous.

boxing day.

…the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind.

- James 1:6

happy christmas.

a horses hay beneath His head, our Lord was born to a manger bed, so all whose wells run dry, could drink of His supply.

mum is ill.

dad is watching soccer.
steve is driving home.
i made green bean casserole.

ichat

my family just discovered ichatting.

i’m 20 now.

“@georginawilson is running after a child right now…. What?”

melissa, is this blowing your mind now?

if i come without a thing, i come with all i need.

 

the robber came back and thieved our sign.