left {behind}

let’s face it::

some moments + memories are better left stashed away.

blown away.

i often find myself wishing that a storm would come ripping through...

shattering the windows,

tearing the doors off their hinges,

washing out the dust + disheartened overcast that has hung heavy in the air.

i want it all to just blow over + away.

& take my discouragement with it.

sarahjobell

the long haul home.

“thank God for the county lines that welcome you back in

when you were dying to get out…

you got somewhere to go + get found

thank God for hometowns.

i always find another piece of me

walking down these old familiar streets.”

{it’ll be worth the drive to get back to kansas a few times this summer.}