Ariel. 19. ENFJ. Southern California.
Barista, coffee shop art director, practicing adventurer, part-time caffeine addict, full-time sass master. Worship is an all the time kind of thing.


I have a passion for coffee and tea, if that's even possible...


I have a heart for the lost and I wish for them to be found.
Yahweh Shammah.


2 Corinthians 3:5-6
Hosea 6:6


“Life’s too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don’t care.”

'It is not patience you have need of. It is Christ.' -Watchman Nee
It is not that I need more strength from God, more blessing, more joy, more goodness, more love, more of this thing that I do not seem have enough of. It is God Himself that I have need of. I do not need His gifts. I need Him. I am deeply in need of Christ in every aspect of my life and I am utterly hopeless without Him. By What I need

Living in the Spirit means that I trust the Holy Spirit to do in me what I cannot do myself. This life is completely different from the life I would naturally live of myself. Each time I am faced with a new demand from the Lord, I look to Him to do in me what He requires of me. It is not a case of trying but of trusting; not of struggling but of resting in Him. By Watchman Nee

I am craving that blurry eyed sunrise
On that far too early morning
With raindrops that wash away
Every tear that I’ve cried. 
That open road, that freedom feel
The moment I break free
Of each mountain that’s been trapping me. 
Does that make me a coward?
Does that mean I’m running away?
To say,
Freedom should not be found in a place, but in One Man. 
Yet here I am
Longing to taste the sweetness
Of leaving all I fear behind.

I am craving that blurry eyed sunrise
On that far too early morning
With raindrops that wash away
Every tear that I’ve cried.
That open road, that freedom feel
The moment I break free
Of each mountain that’s been trapping me.
Does that make me a coward?
Does that mean I’m running away?
To say,
Freedom should not be found in a place, but in One Man.
Yet here I am
Longing to taste the sweetness
Of leaving all I fear behind.

Reblogged from bigdreamsinchrist  22 notes

Forgive me,
But I am not accustomed
To the touch of a helping hand
I am not familiar
With someone trying to assist me.
Please be patient with me
While I learn to relinquish the control
That I’ve clung to for so very long.
It was never my intention
To micromanage my heart
A cage simply seemed the least painful option.
But please,
Do not walk away the moment I unlock the door. By Control Issues (via bigdreamsinchrist)

so I work at a danish importing company. One of the main things that I do is fill out shipping labels and print them out with our handy dandy UPS shipping label printer. I’m basically the only one who uses it. Today however, whilst packing boxes, I hear something print out and look over to see this. Not only did no one at the office print this, but we can’t figure out how they got the smiley face perfectly centered… #storyoftheday

so I work at a danish importing company. One of the main things that I do is fill out shipping labels and print them out with our handy dandy UPS shipping label printer. I’m basically the only one who uses it. Today however, whilst packing boxes, I hear something print out and look over to see this. Not only did no one at the office print this, but we can’t figure out how they got the smiley face perfectly centered… #storyoftheday

Tonight feels like a sleepless night. Too many emotions are powering through my veins and threatening to rip my heart to shreds. My love tank is overflowing (he has made me hopeful about love for perhaps the first time in my life), but there is hurt that I have been trying to bury for months. There are some things we never thought would end. But they did, and perhaps we were just naive. Naive in our thoughts and actions, naive in our beliefs, but disregarding our naivety, my legs were kicked out from under me the moment I walked out that door. And I still haven’t regained my footing. And I still cry at night over what was lost and how much I hurt you and how hurt I have felt and still feel. Yes, things fall apart, especially when we do not cherish them. But I never thought that this would. Not this painfully. Not this way. By Excerpts from my mind #29