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[katiekunst]

Chickens

All I gotta say is that I’m so sorry for chickening out and not going with my gut when you said those words to me.

I loved reading them, but I dreamed of hearing them pour off your lips before me, after a long embrace, after gazing into our beautiful eyes, after yet another conversation I only dreamed of having, after another day of pure bliss knowing that I’m yours.

So I got in my head and ruined the moment.

I guess that’s something I’m just really good at, ruining moments, ruining everything and anything.

I want to be the best version of myself for you and with you, but to do that I need you to accept that when you think I’m perfect that I’m actually far from it.

But babe, I will fight like hell for you.

Once I get past the fear and the chickening out, I won’t be able to hold anything back from you. I’ll let you in completely which I want more than anything to do.

So in that moment I panicked.

I couldn’t type fast enough.

I desperately wished we could be next to each other or on the phone so that I could explain faster and prove to you that the moment wasn’t ruined, it didn’t need to be forgotten, and that I too not only was falling in love with you, but that I loved you.

Every inch of you.

Every part of you.

That we are on the very same page and I wouldn’t change anything for the world.

You have my heart and I know with everything in me that you will take the most beautiful care of it.

So no more chickens unless they’re in the form of compliments.

...I love you ❤️

K

[katiekunst]

I Can Only Imagine

The other night I watched a powerful and beautiful movie about how God can transform his children, even and especially the ones farthest from Him.

Afterwards I was taken back by the Lord. I was moved to tears that I couldn’t stop. I was reminded of all that He has done for me, even when I didn’t deserve it, even when I was far from Him. I was ultimately reminded of the precious gift He has placed in my life and handmade just for me - the gift of love from the most beautiful earthly soul.

And as I sat there longer, I came to a realization that I could barely say outloud because I was so in awe of... I’m gonna marry him.

I knew it in that moment with every molecule in me.

But then why has their been doubt in the days that have followed? Why have I still been terrified that I could say or do one little thing out of place or “wrong” and ruin everything? Why then do I feel like I’m not good enough receive his affection and love and heart? Why then do I feel like an awful girlfriend? Why then am I sitting here now broken up about it?

Well I’ll tell you.

It’s because the enemy wants hold of me.

But I’ve got news for you: HE CAN’T HAVE ME.

I’ve already been spoken for by the Lord God my Father and King and very best friend in Heaven.

And I know for certain that I was made to be loved by my B.

I know for certain that I am worthy of love.

I know for certain that I am worthy of God’s plan over my life.

Knowing this, my mind stills, my soul calms, and my heart centers.

Thank you Lord. Forever remind me of these words and your great promises.

I pray that my B feel secure in our relationship and be reminded of your promises for him and over his life, too.

I can only imagine what it will be like to thank you in person one day ❤️

All my love,

K

[katiekunst]

Today

B- 

I’m so glad I got to see you today.

Today things changed.

Today you called me beautiful.

Today you saw me like no one else ever has before.

Today you told me you were not just falling for me, but falling in love with me.

Today you weren’t scared.

Today I truly want to be yours forever. 

Because the memory of a day like today, can get you through the rest of your life.

You amaze me.

You get me.

You see me.

Things just feel right, and we both know it.

We’re in this deep together, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I want nothing more than to be and know your world.

And more than that, I want to let you into mine.

I couldn’t get you off my mind if I tried.

The way you look at me.

The way you hold me.

How you want me.

The way you kiss me.

How sappy you are.

How beautiful your heart is.

All I can say is, I’m falling in love with you, too.

The 2 hours we had together today will surely get me through this week and keep my heart going until I see you next.

Today was perfect. 

I can’t wait to know a future with you.

I can’t wait to be yours.

All my love,

K

[katiekunst]

Another Tuesday

Week 6.

4 dates in.

So many texts I’ve lost count.

So much joy that I’m overflowing.

And forever to go.

I’m sitting on my couch scrolling through Instagram stumbling across wedding dresses when your name pops up right on schedule. My stomach starts to flutter. My heart beats a few faster. My smile grows to the size I wear constantly around you. 

We talk about those 30 minutes.

How excited we get knowing they are coming, how hard it gets when they run down to the wire quicker than the last time. 

You say the funniest things that make me laugh.

You say the sweetest things that make me fall even harder.

And then it’s over.

I’m not even sure I remember to breathe in those 30 minutes. I just want to soak every second of them up and make them stretch.

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t getting harder. But the way we are, the way this relationship has been structured so far, has been teaching me so much. It forces me to equally hold tight to my independence and cling to you. It forces me to take a step back and go through our time together, the words we shared, the way you looked at me, and remember each butterfly you gave me.

I pray that when your mind is allowed to wonder that it knows each of these to also be true.

Our circumstances are forcing us to go slow, but also allowing us to let the little bit of longing drive our chemistry right along.

A little distance makes the heart grow fonder.

As a side note, can I just say againnnn how great Sunday was? Actually can I point out how great every moment has been?

You make me the happiest girl, B. 

Promise me you’ll never stop. Promise we’ll never take each other for granted. 

And promise you’ll protect me when we do scary Halloween things, please.

Yours,

K

[katiekunst]

My Little Heart

Wow I thought I could write this without getting emotional, but boy was I wrong.

Thank you Lord.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I pray that this relationship be pleasing to and honor You. I ask that you call us back to You, the center of our relationship, whenever we wonder away. Show us how to love each other as you do. Be near to us always. Teach us to be patient and go slow, to do all things out of love, to listen, to be honest. Help us to lead each other closer to You. 

We praise you for the gift of each other. 

B-

As if we haven’t said it enough, I can’t believe I found you. I can’t believe we met on Facebook dating. I can’t believe God saved you for me.

And it gets me every time. I am in awe of you, and more than that I am in awe of God a million times over.

I was reminded tonight that we need to be careful and really and truly take things slow. To not “put our eggs in one basket”. And it’s true. If we want this to work, we need to be smart, we need to be strong, we need to not need each other. 

So let’s remember to take a step back.

Pause.

Reflect.

Praise.

And then proceed one step at a time.

The other night when we were watching a movie here, I stopped short multiple times. I closed my eyes. I took a breath in. I took a mental screenshot of the moment. Let’s strive to do that often, to check in with each other. To remember and cherish the littlest things. 

The first time we locked eyes.

The first time we sat next to each other.

The first time we held hands.

The first time we hugged.

The first time we laughed together.

The first time we, dare I say it, kissed.

I pray that we never take these simple, small, but SO beautiful moments. That we allow moments like these to ground us.

I know deep down in my little heart that this is real, that this is different, faithful, loving, and oh so special. 

And I couldn’t be happier. 

You brought joy back into my world. 

You brought safety to my heart.

I am beyond thankful for you, B.

Here’s to taking life one moment at a time. Here’s to a beautiful story filled with love, laughter, and trying new things. And ultimately, here’s to God’s plan. 

Joyfully,

K

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The One Where The Story Ends

It’s been months since I threw all of my emotions on this letter. It’s been months since I promised I’d write this to you. What I know now is that you will probably never read this, but that I absolutely still need to write it. I need to write it so I can finally and officially move into the new season God has planned for me. One that is already in beautiful motion.

The longer the silence, the more pain I feel. It’s so hard to talk to you when I’d rather you say something first. But you won’t. You rarely did when we were actually together, so idk why I thought things would be different now. The truth is that I’ll be hurt if you don’t respond, but also if you do. My heart would break to see your face. There’s probably nothing that you could say or that I could say to make things better. There is such a longing in my heart for joy, for love. To be cared for, deeply. But the longer you stay silent, not replying to me, letting me feel like I’m talking to myself for the millionth time, or not initiating a conversation like I’ve thought about doing a million times, the more I feel like you hate me, you’ve moved on, you think I’m pathetic, you want absolutely nothing to do with me. And that hurts even more. Especially because you said you didn’t want us to be strangers and that you still loved me. There was a time when I wished you’d prove it, that I wished you’d fight, that I wished you’d give Jesus a fair chance. But those are wishes. They’ll never get to you. 

We were never perfect, not that perfect really exists. We were flawed, sure. We fell out of the honeymoon phase that you swore we’d never fall out of. We let the increase of miles between us decrease our communication and love. Things were never perfect, but they did change. They took a turn. There were good days, but there were days were we didn’t have much to say. Silence filled the air at times. My heart grew to long for you, even though you were at the tip of my fingers. I grew disappointed in you. I cried. I felt alone. I would write so many texts and snaps and then delete them. There were things I felt I couldn’t say though I desperately wanted to. 

I let you in on your time. You were the busy one. You were the one with a life. I grew jealous, anxious, worried, and more alone. Distance turned into over a month apart.

When we reunited, things were different. I hated it. I still loved you, but things were off. I still didn’t know what to say or how to not bombard you with my thoughts. You were so quiet that I knew things had changed. 

There was a part of me that felt like things were over that weekend. I convinced myself otherwise. I told myself that this was how all relationships were once the couple had been together this long. Nearly a year - the longest relationship I had ever officially had by over 7 months. You made it seem like it was no big deal.

You said you weren’t sentimental about dates or places. You told me anniversaries were only for years, not for months. You took away joy from me. I wanted a celebration for how far we had come. I wanted to celebrate our love. I wanted to get dressed up, go to a fancy dinner, watch the sunset, kiss under the stars. I wanted it all, but you were barely interested.

It was unfair. I loved you with everything in me, but you only sometimes reciprocated. When it was convenient for you of course. 

You always said you didn’t want to push me, but you did. You told me what to do to you. You always wanted me in the worst way. I gave nearly all of myself to you before it was too late. 

My unhappiness became so overwhelming that others started to notice.

Our breakup became inevitable. 

I never thought I would write those words and associate them with you and I.

I didn’t know the conversation I brought up the day we said goodbye for the last time would lead to us breaking up. But God did.

I loved you with everything in me for over a year of my life. I whispered that I would continue to love you for a long time the day I left, though I’ve come to only know it as a memory now.

It’s almost absurd that amount of time that has passed since I last saw you, last heard your voice, last kissed you. Especially given the premise of our beginning. We hadn’t gone more than a nights sleep without speaking before we broke up.

Life without you is quieter, lonelier, emptier. It’s like a picture frame without the picture inside of it - particularly the one that rested on my bedside table that now lies bare.

I’ve begun to wonder if I’ll ever truly come to terms with what happened that day, though I knew the second I drove away and even more so now, that it was for the best.

Yet I so easily spiral into wondering why you didn’t fight for me, if I didn’t fight enough, if we rushed out of our relationship, if there was hope, if things could or would change. If you still love me or if you are growing to hate me, if you’re already over me, if you’ve moved on. If you ever want to see or talk to me again. If you’ve heard my desperate prayer for your heart to belong to Jesus. 

I need you to know that one of the hardest things I’ve ever done was leave you. Maybe it’s a three way tie between that and watching your heart break as I told you, yes it is a deal breaker, one that I didn’t know existed until you shared your heart that day. And third, the days that followed. The pain, the tears, the wondering.

I absolutely never meant to hurt you or blindside you. 

I’m terrified that I gave so much of myself to you in our relationship that I have nothing left to give. No more love, no more joy, no more intimacy, no more of my heart. But then I’m reminded by the King of my Heart that I didn’t give you my heavenly heart. My greatest treasure. The one I felt far from when I was with you. The one that screamed my name and called me home when I finally listened that day in the hotel. I told you I didn’t know what to say or what to do, but as tears slid down my cheeks, I heard God tell me, “yes you do.” And that was it. As terrified as I was, and how rushed I felt, I knew it was over. I was never going to be ready to leave you, yet somehow that day was the right time. 

I’ve been reading in a book that my mom got me the day after we broke up. There’s so much I’ve needed to read, so much I’ve learned, so many times it has resonated with me and our relationship. The words that shake me though? “I will turn your pain to peace. I will turn your heartbreak into honor. And it will be so worth it.”

Above all please hear me when I say this:

Our love was beautiful.

Our story was good.

And that I pray that you let Jesus in someday. That He gives you joy, that He gives you love once again.

But can you promise me something?

Promise that when you think of us that it’s all the good memories. All the joy. All the laughter. All the music. All the looks. Every last one. Hold them close. Know that you deserve all these things in abundance in your future spouse. I pray you always know them. Because knowing that will give me great peace. 

Here’s to moving on,

K

[katiekunst]

If I Get One Thing Right

If I get one thing right, I pray it’s you. 

Of course I pray that I have gotten a few other things right in this life, but one that I’ll be most proud of would be the fight I’d put up for you. The joy and the worth and the love I came to truly know all thanks to you. 

But I’m scared. I’m scared of how to get to the good place. I’m scared of the in between. I’m scared of putting my heart out there again. I’m scared this won’t be the last time I have to start over with someone new. 

As beautiful as the in between can be, I’m scared. 

But you know what else I know? That you’ll be there for me. You’ll support me. You’ll keep me safe. You’ll protect me. And one day I think you might even love me. For the promises you’ve made me so far, for the pieces of your heart I have seen, for the joy I prayed I would know again that came back because of you - I have a feeling I can trust you. I have a  feeling this is the start of something beautiful. Something the Lord has saved for us, something so special and precious. 

So even though I’m scared and a part of me will be until the day I say I do to the man I love, I’m all in. I’m ready for an adventure if you’ll be there next to me. 

I pray that if I get one thing right, it’ll be choosing to give my heart to you.

I’m so glad we found each other.

I can’t wait to see where this goes.

And I pray this relationship honor and be pleasing to God in every way. 

Joyfully yours,

K

[katiekunst]

Unnecessarily Overwhelmed

“It’s only a rug.”

Moving into my first solo apartment, starting my first big girl job in a city I’m unfamiliar with, filling my first home with everything beyond a bed... it’s overwhelming.

It gives me anxiety. It puts me on edge. It sends me spiraling. But it’s all so unnecessary that it kills me.

Why does it have to be so much for me? Why can’t I handle newness and decisions and all these adults things with ease? Why why why.

Because it’s just a lot.

It’s far more than just a rug, actually.

It’s me trying to make the perfect home for myself so that I feel safe and have a happy place and can measure up to all the images around me. It’s me having voices in the back of my head telling me I’m not good enough and that things won’t work out whether that be job related or elsewhere.

I wish a million times over that it was easier. That it was as easy as I thought it would be. That maybe if I wasn’t trying to create the perfect home for me. That maybe I could be more confident in my work skills. That maybe if I just took a freaking chill pill things would be fine. Maybe maybe maybe.

But it’s not.

It’s overwhelming. And I don’t know how to fix it.

If I did I wouldn’t be crying over a damn rug that can’t be shipped to stores and might get to my apartment before my lease starts and I move in.

So it’s not only a rug. It’s actually change, newness, and a whole lot of it giving me anxiety and making me unnecessarily overwhelmed.

So please please please just pick out the rug for me.

And please love me through it all.

K

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The Moment I Knew I Loved You

Yes, I’ve been watching too much TV per usual, but one thing caught my attention - a theme if you will. I kept hearing “but when did you know? What was the exact moment, memory, minute you knew you loved him? How do you know?”

So this is mine.

The moment I knew I loved you, my honey.

I knew we were a good match the moment I met you, yes, but never could I have imagined our story becoming as beautiful as it now is and will continue to be.

The night I knew I loved you wasn’t the night you said it first. It wasn’t the day you picked me up from the airport. 

It was the night that you got through to me when I was frustrated after a long day hundreds of miles away. The night I almost didn’t let myself call you or vice versa. The night where I told myself that if I were you, I wouldn’t want to talk to me. I was in an awful mood, I could barely muster a smile. But you were kind, gentle, supportive. You told me to take as much time as I needed to come back to myself. You told me that you, too, had had an awful day - which made me feel awful for not asking or wondering because I was so caught up in my own day. I knew we needed to talk. You said something that caught me off guard. So I called.

I wish I could remember the details, but what I do remember is the mood of that night. How no one had ever been persistent with me, cared so much, wanted to help so much, listen so much - I realized that no one had ever understood me like you do.

And in that moment, with all the others building it up and following it, I knew I loved you. 

You have such a selfless heart. You notice when things are off. You yearn for my happiness. You bright light to my world.

My honey, who I love more and more each and every day.

My honey, who I love to dream with.

My honey, who I have waited for.

How do I know I love you?

Because you love me so tenderly. Because you get me. Because encourage me. Because your smile makes me smile. Because we have similar dreams. Because you love Jesus. Because we have similar values. Because I could go on for days.

I’m sure of you. I’m sure of us.

All my love,

K

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To The Love That I Deserve

Never have I ever felt so safe, so sure, so happy, so adored, so loved.

You are the one I literally didn’t see coming, but now I can’t imagine my world without.

But if I’m honest, I’ve had a really hard time accepting your love for me.

I have walls, I have guards, I have my past demons, I have skeletons in the closet.

I’ve loved too soon, too late, too much, too little, alone sometimes too.

I’ve spent so many nights begging God that I wouldn’t have to feel heartbreak again and that somewhere out there He’d have a great love that will rescue my heart from its past.

I’ve spent so much of myself accepting love that I thought I deserved, instead of the love I actually deserved - an idea that I too recently have started to understand.

How is it possible that through so much brokenness, we can be made whole?

Simply put, it is because God wants to, will, and has loved us, even me, through the brokenness with a promise He will never break: a future filled with the love that we deserve. A great love. A beautiful love.

A love that adores, a love that never cheats, never questions, never hurts, a love that is so pure, so real, so raw.

A love that I truly believe I have found.

A love that changes everything.

“You can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home, you can see it with the lights off.

You’re in love.”

With the fullest heart,

K

[katiekunst]

To The One Who Changed Everything

You.

Where did you come from?

You.

My mom says, “Katie you never meet guys the normal way.”

You.

“Can we watch La La Land tonight?”

You.

“I gotta go, I’ve got a hot FaceTime date!”

You.

I now know what Knapp, Wisconsin looks like from Google Earth.

You.

Changed everything.

And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Because above all you changed my heart. 

You make my past feel welcome to be shared, but my future look brighter, full of more love, bliss, and laughter than I could ever fathom.

Never have I been so happy my cheeks hurt from smiling. Never have I ever wanted it to stop tho.

Never have I ever felt so much comfort in a first date to the point where I felt like I’d know you since the beginning of time.

Never have I felt so much electricity run through me to the point where I never want to let you go.

You.

Changed everything.

For the better.

For my heart.

For my future.

For me.

You.

Are something so special.

You better believe I’m gonna fight like hell for you, for this, for us.

You.

Golf is my new favorite sport.

You.

You.

You.

Might just have my heart.

With bliss,

K

[katiekunst]

To Moving Forward

The scariest thing of all is loving after you’ve been hurt. 

Moving forward surfaces every emotion in the books - joy, sadness, regret, restraint, confusion, and everything inbetween.

But you owe the one or ones who finally get you over the hump of letting go so much. They are the ones who deserve the credit, the ones who distracted you, made you laugh again, made you smile again, made you believe that there’s still good left in the world again. They are the ones that first gave you a glimpse of hope - the thing you lost in the numbness and rollercoaster of the past. 

So this one is a tribute to you, each and every last one of you. 

To my encouraging friends.

To my loving family.

To the articles I stumble upon.

To the songs that hit you in the feels.

To the movies filled with cheesiness.

And to the ones who come out of nowhere (quite literally sometimes) who show you everything you were missing.

You make it easier, all of you.

So this is to you.

Thank you for not giving up on me, for praying for me, for pushing me, for caring about my heart in ways that it’s never known.

Cheers to you.

Cheers to the future.

Cheers to moving on.

All my love,

K

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To The One Who I Wish I Would’ve Found Earlier

Let me start by saying that this has taken me way more time to put to words that I could’ve imagined, but buckle in, it’s gonna be a long one. My prayer is that these words finally rock you.

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I remember the first time I laid eyes on you, the first story I heard about you, the first embarrassing video I saw of you. I remember how even though I knew you existed and I thought you were cute, that we never connected. It took months.

Then our mutual friends gave us quite a few nudges to try to get us to set a spark and turn it into a fire, like they had. 

I remember the night they made me add you on snapchat (and how much I didn’t want us to possibly start something over something so 21st century). I remember thinking, “he’s never even gonna snap me, this is pointless.” Until you did. 

For me, our first conversation was nearly all it took. I was convinced that our friends had done us a solid by setting us up, that they were truly match makers, that everything they said about you being a good guy down to the bone, never to hurt a fly, was true.

But the truth is, as clique as it sounds coming from my thoughts, love is blind. 

We connected so effortlessly, so quickly, that all I could see, think, or talk about was you.

You said all the right things, made me feel all the right things, did all the right things, until suddenly you didn’t. Until suddenly I didn’t know you, the real you, no one did. 

I hate to make you sound like a monster, but you are. And worse than that, you’re a stranger to me and those who you call friends.

How did I not see the signs, the red flags waving in front of me?

Love is blind.

I hate how blind I was with you. That I let you push my mind to places were my purity shattered. That we had conversations about our future, conversations about our feelings, conversations with a million promises that would surely never be fulfilled. That I trusted you enough to let you into my dark and twisty past, the corners of my heart that had been rightfully so hidden, parts of me that only my husband should get to unravel. That I let myself pull all-nighters with you, letting you in further, and further, believing that you were equally giving yourself, that you were equally there with you heart, your loyalty, your whole being, as I was.

But again, I don’t believe I ever truly got to know you -  and that terrifies me.

How could I have spent months of my life with you??!

I am appalled by the act you put on, the mask you wore, and still wear to this very second. How everyone thinks you are this innocent, kind-hearted, loyal guy, when you literally are living a double life, fooling everyone.

How dare you make me want to throw away my virginity on you, how dare you sleep around behind my back, how dare you ask me to give you advice on how to behave around other girls when it’s only gonna go through one ear and out the next because all you’re interested in is messaging your next tinder victim if you can come over and shack up. You don’t fool me anymore, you don’t fool anyone anymore honestly. 

What you did was awful, but the fact that you’re continuing to do it, is even worse. 

You are disgusting, you know that?

Do you want a round of applause for being a man whore? For putting on a good show? For letting yourself turn into the epitome of what this world has morphed into being okay? 

I hope that when you’re finally ready to grow up, settle down, and achieve everything you hope your future will hold, that karma bites you in the ass. 

I hope one day you finally feel the pain you inflicted on not only me, but everyone around you, every one night stand, every dirty text, every mistake.

I hope you know how it feels to gasp for air, your body uncontrollably shaking, tears streaming down your face, screams barely making a sound out of your mouth, your heart racing, wondering how you got to where you are, hoping, and dare I say praying, that you be saved from your baggage, your mistakes, your choices.

I hope that everything catches up to you. I hope you pay for your actions.  You made your bed, you should have to lay in it.

And then when it’s all said in done, I hope you get the life you dreamed of. And you know why? Because even though you make my blood boil, even though you broke me, even though I would love to throw a punch your way, deep down I cannot, unlike you I might add, tell a lie. I loved you. 

And above that, I know that there is a good guy in there somewhere. I have to believe that.

I will forever wish I could’ve found you sooner.

How different things could be.

With a heavy heart,

K

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Psalm 103:2

[katiekunst]

Pre-Birthday Thoughts

As I approach the end of my 21st year, I find myself consumed by wonder of where this life will take me and all that I’ve done, all that I’ve survived, all that I’ve lived to tell the tale of, all of it.

And since I love lists, here’s what I’ve got:

- I am a registered diagnostic medical sonographer

- I am soon to be a college graduate

- I am so single it hurts

- I am catholic sometimes struggling to hold to my name

- I am a two time employee of Catholic Heart Workcamp

- I am a daughter, a sister, a niece, a granddaughter, a cousin, a friend

- I am a quiet leader

- I am a tiny human 

- I am cared for 

But here’s what’s between the lines:

- I am lonely

- I am impatient

- I am fearful

- I am uncertain

- I am filled with anxiety

- I am filled with wonder

In a whirlwind of chapters closing and new seasons beginning, I am lost.

I find myself envious of others in similar shoes, especially the girls in my program, who have their lives coming together, lining up, planned out, filled with joy, love, excitement, certainty. And here I am - experiencing few of those things I envy most. 

While I hate becoming someone who says things like “I will be happy when...” I can’t help but feel like it might just be true.

Is it too late to run the other direction and escape this ideology? Possibly.

But I can tell you for certain, when I get home from Catholic Heart this summer, I’m going to feel a little lost and a little behind. My heart may be FULL of adventure, love, Jesus, friendship, etc. but I know I will feel far from the things I desire in this moment:

- a serious, COMMITTED relationship

- an ultrasound job which I love 

- a place to live in a city I love

- a sweet fur-ball of a kitten to cuddle

- and a church that makes me feel encouraged, welcome, at home

-answers

I guess this is another “only time will tell” moment, as hard as that is to hear. I have to trust the God above, the King of my impatient, restless, unceasing heart.

All for now,

K