by Julie | May 3, 2021 | Poems/Songs |
From the love of my own comfort From the fear of having nothing From a life of worldly passions Deliver me O God From the need to be understood And from a need to be accepted From the fear of being lonely Deliver me O God Deliver me O God And I shall not want, no, I... 
by Julie | Apr 29, 2021 | Writings |
{For previous parts, see 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5.} … [Maya] Angelou’s strongest passion, the thing she would call her reason to be, is her words. She is a public speaker, an orator that has moved presidents and even nations at times. And yet for six years she did not... 
by Julie | Apr 28, 2021 | Writings |
{For previous parts, see 1, 2, 3, and 4.} In my last post, I closed with the question “So why don’t we?” Notice I said “we.” I’m not preaching at you–well, maybe I am, but I’m also preaching at myself. There are so many... 
by Julie | Apr 26, 2021 | Poems/Songs |
{For previous parts, see 1, 2, and 3.} painting, drawing, dancing, writing, singing, strumming the strings of a guitar. it’s not just paint on a page, words on a screen, movements on a stage or across the living room floor, it’s creation.... 
by Julie | Apr 24, 2021 | Poems/Songs |
{For previous parts, see this and this.} [kids’ chorus] I will sing for the Lord, yes I will sing. He enables me to stand, I’m safe in His mighty hands, I will sing for the Lord, yes I will sing. We’ve all heard the voices the world loves to hear So rich... 
by Julie | Apr 19, 2021 | Writings |
She didn’t want to rest. She resisted and cried and wanted to go home. We took her on a long walk, let her run around, cajoled, commanded, bribed, even called Mommy and let them talk for a long time. Finally, after 2-3 hours of resistance, she snuggled in my lap... 
by Julie | Apr 12, 2021 | Writings |
“He is. That’s why we hope.” Little did I know when I wrote those words last week that I’d return to them the next day and the next and the next. . . I wrote them Tuesday night. Late Wednesday morning, a fourteen-year-old girl whom I know was... 
by Julie | Apr 6, 2021 | Writings |
Twenty-twenty has been hard. Super hard. Hard like political division, broken relationships, isolation, and obviously, a global pandemic. This year has felt like the Saturday between Jesus’s death and resurrection. It has felt hopeless. Heavy and dark. Like how... 
by Julie | Apr 3, 2021 | Poems/Songs |
Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they came unto the sepulchre, bringing the spices which they had prepared, and certain others with them. And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre. And they entered in, and found not the body... 
by Julie | Apr 2, 2021 | Poems/Songs |
Not a word was heard At the tomb that day Just shuffling of soldiers feet As they guarded the grave One day, two days Three days had passed Could it be that Jesus Breathed His last? Could it be that His Father Had forsaken Him? Turned His back on His Son Despising our... 
Hi, I'm Julie, a 16 year-old lover of books, music, and Jesus. I'm a sophomore in high school (Abeka Academy), and am starting my second year of violin lessons. I also co-publish a digital magazine called Priceless geared toward teen girls. My desire is to use my words to glorify my Saviour and to encourage you in your walk with God. I'd love to hear from you!
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