greater than i.

i’m eighteen. i’m an infj…every definition i’ve read on it literally describes me to a T. i’m a college freshie fresh at azusa pacific. i’m a wind rustling your skirt, fresh grass on a sunny day, pebbles under your toes, flowers in your hair, hot coffee in cold rain, windows down, music blaring kind of girl. i like all things pretty and i like all things creative. pictures that stir emotion, music that makes your heart beat, dances that make you cry, artwork that makes you think, words that make you want to change. 

i’m a broken person living in a broken world with a hell of a lot of broken people. i mess up daily, i hurt people, i’m selfish, i say things i shouldn’t. i’m the furthest thing from perfect, and i’m still loved. it’s beautiful. my heart has been captivated by a man named jesus. he has held my hand throughout my entire life and i didn’t even realize it until i was a sophomore in high school. for the past four years i have been striving to live in his truth: that i am loved, that i am fearfully and wonderfully made, that God doesn’t make mistakes and God doesn’t make people for no reason. i was born with purpose, and so were you. i’m in love with a God that is bigger than our mistakes, that is bigger than our problems, that is bigger than any situation we put ourselves in. i’m in love with a God of LOVE, acceptance, and forgiveness. in the end, i’m just a messed-up girl trying to live my life for something greater than i.