I'm trying to take a collection of little memories and moments of when I was little because Gail says, it is true that the things that delighted your heart when your heart was young and unwounded and free -- these are the things that probably still delight your heart now. things that God built into you.

I find myself biking a week ago on the Kent trails with Emily and I recall (or does God bring it to my memory?) of how I felt when I biked when I was young. my scraggly hair whipping back. how I loved to bike - my brothers a head of me, or in toe. we'd end up at the stop sign on Bennett and have to touch to sign to say we'd made it. I loved biking.

I loved waking up slowly and looking out the window for a hour, not moving, just praying under my breath and thanking God for the sounds, the line of the top of the trees that looks like the outline of a mans profile. I would sneak downstairs for green apples (something I still love) - I'd cut them in slivers, and pile them onto a plate and then graham crackers with peanut butter or cream cheese and sneak back into my room, before the house was awake, and I would read, my back propped up with pillows. I'd read. for hours. or minutes. if I could. in the quiet room.

these, these I still love. but I have forgotten these small graces.

until now.

(who is the young version of you?)

(thank you, Jesus.)
1. this blog
2. purple haired woman with a beautiful perspective on life
3. Mom. who doesn't want to look at the pictures of the house the girls and I are looking at to move into because she doesn't want me to leave.
4. Max's faith and his poneytail.
5. sunsets with pregnant women and the yells of freezing surfers.