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mmhm, Oklahoma Island | Personal




foggy mornings.
pastel evenings.
shores.
seabirds. 🌊


My family's summer getaways usually contain lots of chatting and sightseeing and activity, but there are times of quiet “nothingness” when we just partake in the world around us together, silently. It’s been said that days can run ahead of your desired pace so quickly they resemble pearls slipping from a broken strand of necklace... one by one, following each other with no keeping them in tact. Here, mornings with a sister or brother and our warm mugs on the dock, my mind wandered to how days are really more like lake ripples. Created, one by one. They roll, they taper off into the great unknown, and no longer are they known for just themselves — but that ripple is not lost. The ripple caused another, becoming a wave that will interrupt any stagnancy threatening life to thrive underneath its surface. Looking out into that Great Unknown, full of majesty, full of movement and yet also tranquility...



you can see that one single ripple




now lost of itself (though far from lost),




owned a role that was lasting indeed. and so our days? our temporary but beautiful seasons? 


one at a time, they too, become a part of God’s grander sea 😍

<3 Anna


and now fuzzy phone photos will have to suffice...


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