Solidify your roots


Has it really been two months since I've filled this space with thoughts? I would write you a long winded apology, but I haven't missed this space until recently. I have had multiple people ask about this space lately, and all I have chalked it up to is my life is rather mundane. After making such comments I was rather bummed at the thought of being boring while our space could still be considered uncharted. But then I thought, at this point in our time in New York, it's not all about seeking out the new, but fitting into the spaces our roots have planted themselves. Time and time again I have compared our adventure to that of a plant which was meek at first, but solidifying it's roots after the frightening transplant. I digress...

Back to that apology thing. So as this space has become a (rather public) therapeutic source, you may feel as if content may wax and wane. Still not enough Casey in your life? Follow along on instagram where you will find my daily, not so deep and cumbersome, musings.

I do however owe you an explanation/update on all the florals and my little corner of the world wide web which showcases all that has brought me joy lately! But more on that in another post.

And if you're reading this, I thank you for sticking around!

A letter on growing old


My dear Joseph,

Since our beginning, together we have learned that time is temporary. We have lived through the highs which never remain high, and lived amongst the lows that eventually fade. We have learned that both of us often have fears directly related to time. Often not enough moments, or moments taken away far too soon.

When we met we were just young babes. Not quite aware the consequences of time would have on us. We would easily lie around and day dream of the days to come, a future which promised to be better than the present. And as the days pass, you and I learn that slowing down in life is much more fruitful.  Even though I still cannot predict the fate that time has for us, I know that its much better when it's slower and grasped tightly.

As I think of time passing throughout our lives as one, I often think of your strong hardworking hands. They are hands that are ever changing in experience, wisdom and features. Your hands can always tell me a story of time. When you're nervous your hands are folded into one another, almost attempting to hide. The nails on your fingers bit too short as something eats away at your nerves and inner peace. When confident and proud, your hands animate and help you compose a story. When at peace your hands are warm, comforting and always near mine.

As time passes, our hands together, will build a lifetime. I will watch as your hands negotiate for our first home, pave the way for your career, and as they hold our first born. Those same hands will also hold me close through times of loss and hardship while wiping away the tears that time often promises. When your hands wrinkle with the passing days, they will always be a source of comfort and mine for yours.

As I've told you time, and time again I fear the day where time leaves me without you. And you also know I pray that whatever may come through the years, we will endure all of time together, both on this Earth and beyond.

To say my moments with you are long enough, could never be true.

All my love,
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Thankful for Amber to bringing me back to my writing space through a letter which is intended to capture life's moments.
The Letter Link-up | Mr. Thomas & Me

It's funny


It's funny how I tend to think I know whats best for me...
It's funny because each time I become a little over confident and a little too far removed from my path, I'm quickly reminded it is not up to me.
It's funny how when I try to control the things in my life, it doesn't generally work out.
It's funny that in order to learn these lessons, things must fall out of place.
It's funny that this is not my first rodeo with control issues.
It's funny that I realize it won't be my last.
It's funny wonderfully amazing that when I repent for my control issues, there is a peace that overcomes.

Lately I've been what you would call a negative Nancy, anything and all things were out to crush me
and I wouldn't mind complaining over and over like an awful broken record.
Even though I knew I acted like a desolate pit of despair, I couldn't shake it.
Any simple thing that could possibly bring me stress did, and I was eager to throw it out, wipe my slate clean and move on to bigger and better things.
As reality and bills (yes mostly bills) set in, I realized just walking away from these stressors wasn't feasible without bringing more stress.
This really hit me hard because I felt trapped.
Thankfully I turned to a new devotion about being thankful through all circumstances.

In all circumstances I have something glorious to be thankful for and a teammate on my side that will never ever disappoint.
I share this with you not for a pity party, but to possibly help someone else who feels stuck.

This verse from Romans has been on repeat in my brain for the past week and it is one that gives me strength and lightens the anxiety, allowing me to take a deep breath.

"I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed to us." -Romans 8:18

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