entirety

do you ever suddenly realize that you’ve let so many things and other people and emotions that aren’t yours and strange thoughts into your life that you don’t know who you are?

that you’ve become this shell just looking for approval in instagram likes, in being so inspired by someone else that you realize you’ve been trying to be them? that doesn’t work very well. it’s ok to be inspired, to try on a style and keep whatcha like, but take off the parts that aren’t you and put them back. let your own self reign free. we need all of these voices. we need all these words.

we need all these viewpoints. we need the quiet ones and the loud ones. we need the quirky ones, the thoughtful ones, the sarcastic ones, the snarky ones, the math lovers and word weavers, the nerds, the geeks, the ones that hug everyone and the ones that wouldn’t touch you with a pole. we need the tough love and the empathetic huggers, the complex people (what. we’re all complex in our own ways) and the ones that can take complication and reduce it down to simplicity to understand.

we need you. we need all of it. we were made to function as a body.

i love love love people. i love seeing how they tick. how they work. what they talk about. what they take pictures of. what makes them cry. what type of humor they have. what they dream about. what type of compliments make them look down because it means a lot to them. if i know you, i’ve probably studied you. you’ve probably fascinated me and i’ve studied you, and have a mental notebook where i put information about you in, and it intrigues me.

that being said, let you be you. even if you’re the only one that looks like you. which is lonely. i get it. especially if you feel like you don’t *quite* fit anywhere, keep wandering, love. you’ll find your nest, or you’ll learn to keep pitching your tent and enjoying all the different scenery you’ll see.

you know what I wanna see? especially lately? something that’s been literally burning in that four chambered pump in my chest and i can physically feel it? i actually can’t tell you it now, i’m still praying about it, but if it becomes reality, i’m elated to have the possibility of sharing it with you someday.

blessings,

me

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the dark

so often we avoid talking about the dark,

we slap fluff over our fear and pretend that it isn’t there

but if you want to understand something, you have to look at it in it’s entirety,

you can’t just look at the parts you like,

at the parts that don’t scare you.

if fact, you should probably look harder at those parts that scare you,

because if you never square up to them, how will they ever be resolved?

there is still beauty in the sad

and hope in the dark.

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questions

a random thing I love is reading questions that people ask themselves on their blog, and seeing how they answer, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never done one of those here, but figured I might as well. why?

  1. because it makes me open up a bit, which isn’t bad.
  2. because some random reader might be curious and actually read all the answers.
  3. because I’m self-absorbed enough to know that my future self will probably read this blog in 15 years and be curious about what I thought about various things, and to see how I’ve grown/changed, or not.

1. full name. do you like it?

Elisabeth Grace Hacking.

Elisabeth: devoted to God. Grace: undeserved favor. both of those are things I want to become, goals for myself. Hacking: tons of pun opportunities. I do really like my name. I like the ‘s’ instead of the normal ‘z’ in Elisabeth, and both of my names provide plenty of nickname material, which I also love. nicknames are such a fun and personal thing to give and receive.

2. zodiac sign?

taurus. do I have a lot of stock and belief in zodiac signs? no, I do not.

3. three things I love?

my Savior. notebooks. creativity. there are so many things that I love besides those though.

4. what do I miss? do you miss someone?

I miss Heaven, although I’ve never been there. but I miss wholeness, though I’ve never fully experienced it. it’s weird. I’m looking forward to having that missing feeling filled. on another note, I miss summer. I love each season and the gifts they each bring, but I miss the sun and going barefoot all the time right now. and yes.

5. current relationship?

single. and really  enjoying it, which is something that my early teen years self wouldn’t have expected. God will bring the right person when it’s the right time, and there’s not much I can do to rush that or to stop that, so why not enjoy where I am fully instead of wishing life away? also, two broken people cannot complete each other in ways that we deeply crave, so I don’t think that relationship should be the one that I’m tunnel visioning on.

6. what color do I talk in?

I want to say blue. my mom says pink, and I could see that. and that it can range from a bright, bubbly, laughing blue, to a calming blue, to a deeper navy. my whole life is pretty drenched in blue.

7. do I like feeling tall?

yes. it took me a while. I’ve been really self conscious of my height (5’9″) for a long time, even though I’m at the short end of the tall girl spectrum. this past year has been a really good time of growth for that, and I’m embracing it and learning to love these tall perks. i wouldn’t change it if I could, all those years of not being ok with it aside, being shorter would just be strange.

8. when was the last time I hugged someone?

I don’t think I’ve hugged anyone today. if I haven’t, I hugged a bunch of people last night. I love hugs.

9. do I have any strange phobias?

craneflies are a special variety of demon. I’m sure of it. they’re basically flying spiders and I will leave a room because of them. spiders are fine. the dark is fine. small spaces are fine. roller coasters were less fine last time I went on one.  heights are pretty fine. craneflies are not fine.

10. do you easily accept compliments?

yes. not to be egotistical, and if there is any good or beauty in me, that is from or through Christ, so I can’t take credit for it. but I know that when people give compliments, they’re giving a gift, and I won’t turn down that gift and make them feel invalidated or unappreciated. kind words are always valued.

11. where is your favorite place to escape to?

my mind. to somewhere I can be alone and talk to God. one of my secret places, which I’m not going to say here, because then they wouldn’t be my secrets anymore. oregon is my go to though not secret adventure place, when I’m restless. I’m actually headed there later this month because of strong adventure cravings, and mayhaps I’ll blog when I’m there or when I get back.

12. how do you show someone you love them?

I think there are a lot of ways, one of the primary being I give them a lot of my time.

13. do you like ice in your drinks?

nooooo. it makes the drink diluted and that’s gross. occasionally I’ll have something with ice in it, but in that case I pretty much chug it before the ice gets to melt.

14. favorite scent?

currently have a few faves: anything citrusy, or cinnamon-clove-spicey. i love and crave the brightness and energy of citrus, and the depth and complexity of spice.

15. describe yourself in one word.

 paradox.

16. do you consider yourself a romantic?

ooooooohhhhh yes. I’m choosy about who I show that side to, but very much a romantic.

17. what is a weird habit you have?

I normally cannot eat the very last bite of dessert for the life of me. I get full when I look at it, and can’t bring myself to finish it off.  I’m not sure why. maybe bc if I don’t finish it I technically can’t say I ate a full pint of ice cream/cake/etc, so it’s a funky mental trick, but who knows. my siblings don’t mind polishing it off.

18. last song I listened to?

time for a change again by strahan

19. what gets you excited about life?

that I’m allowed to love and love and love people, and I get to learn to do that. that love is never wasted. that hope is a thing. that I can talk to God. that He saved me. that there are SO many amazing people and I can talk to them and learn from them and play with them. that I can continue learning for the rest of my life. that I can write! that the sun comes out. that Jesus has already won.

20. is it possible to lie without saying a word?

absolutely. sometimes silence is the greatest betrayal.

21. what does your joy look like today?

dancing in my barefeet on the back patio, feeling my spine bend. pulling myself up onto the woodshed to write down ideas for some things I thought up. talking with my littlest sissy. more running around outside. laughing, teasing, and being teased by mom. jumping all over the place in my room. (apparently I dance a lot when I’m alone)

22. if you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

gardening. dancing my own dance. climbing a tree. looking at plants and birds. making flower crowns. running through the little woods that we still have. petting animals.

23. (from the brother) what’s your favorite color? and what’s your deep, hipster reason behind that preference?

blue. it’s the color of my eyes, the ocean, mountains from far away, flowers, the sky. things I intensely love. it is a color with variety; it can be deep and pondering, navy and cobalt, or light and cheerful and soft and tender, forget me not and robins egg.it refreshes and calms and listens.

also orange, because it can be calming, or very much alive, and it is a color that is confident in itself. it invigorates and brings confidence.

24. what childish thing do you still enjoy?

um.

what childish thing do I NOT still enjoy?

I’ve kept my child’s heart. I love blanket forts, puddle jumping, standing in the rain, catching snowflakes on my tongue, sliding down the stairs, sledding, coloring, playing with play dough, basically playing any game with kids (I vowed when I was a tiny child to never become one of those grown ups who just sat and talked with other adults when I could be playing with the kids. As such, I dress accordingly.), food fights, seeing the happy, seeing the good in people, dancing around the kitchen, petting animals, playing in water, pretty much everything. although my taste in food has matured.

25. when did you last sing to yourself? to someone else?

to myself, earlier today. to someone else? I sang to a baby a few weeks ago. I sang with friends while in the hospital a week or so ago. I’m not entirely confident with my voice, but I really like singing with people.

26. have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? who?

as of yet, I relate to N.D. Wilson the most. he’s wittier than I am, but he and I both do a lot of stream of consciousness writing that eventually ties into making a point, and that has a lot of word pictures, without being especially angsty.

27. do you love easily?

oh yes. but also no.

28. three songs that you connect with right now?

  1. let it matter -johnnyswim

2. high – bo baskoro

3. you can’t take me- bryan adams

29. could you live as a hermit?

yep. I can be by myself pretty easily. is it good for me, and would it be a good idea? no. people are messy and hard sometimes, but worth it.

30. style?

of what?

clothing wise: it’s a hodge podge. generally just going for comfy and who I feel like that day, so it can range all over the place. I do and am capable of cleaning up well, but I dislike having to babysit my clothing, and like to be able to run or stretch or breathe or walk properly in whatever I’m in. not to say that I don’t appreciate other people dressing well – I see it as appealing and inspiring -it’s just not my preferred medium for personal expression in the same way it is for some of my friends. it’s funny to see how people view you by what you wear.

writing wise: what I want to be? I want it to flow, to be meaningful, to have honest and easily understood meanings with deeper metaphors that make you think. I want to be blunt like Hemingway but poetic like Hanson.  I want it to be raw and relatable, to be entirely my touch through these words, to encourage however I can, to show that you aren’t alone. I don’t want to be overly angsty or complicated, as I don’t think that’s my gifting, and my voice is softer than that. I’m still learning what I want to say in my voice and writing, making slow steps to where I want to be.

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and there are 30 questions answered by yours truly.

courage and plunge

i love seeing what other people think. how other people think. what goes on in their brain. I’m learning what questions to ask, and I also pick up a lot from just watching. I love seeing people who aren’t scared to write or say what’s on their mind, who post what they want without wasting time wondering what people will think of them, who let their passionate, courageous, words flow out. I tend to keep my words inside when I’m not sure, but what if I just took the plunge more?

what if

instead of keeping all my colorful little rambling thoughts inside or in my notebook, I spread them out?

yes, they vary. sometimes super dramatic with a flow, sometimes I feel they’re rather bland,

but

I don’t know what will or won’t help someone else, and if I keep it all inside, it helps no one. also, expression is a good thing, and something I want to get better at. I need to stop comparing my work to others and build my own. I’ve got work to do.

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emotion

it’s weird when you feel
and you want to reveal
the emotions and thoughts
that your cranium has caught
yet the same time you desire to share
your heart is too shy and people prolly don’t care,
so you keep them deep down
where no one can see
and you’re safe from the hurt
but are you actually free?
the ocean of emotion is a wall
lap lap lapping
each wave a maul
that hammers against my heart and my skin
physically relentless to the outside in.
don’t wanna be dramatic
draw attention to yourself
like an emotion high addict
the ocean is a tornado now
scooping things up
BUT it’s not a drug it comes naturally
these feelings live inside of me
and they’re changing
crazy hurricane ranging
in ways that give me whiplash
that emotion, nope, this, that again?
holy smokes
feel the ache
I didn’t know
my soul could break
but through the pain
there is elation
sometimes the storm
is just creation
silver linings
ever there
lifted hands
hope and prayer.
thunder and lightning
conflicted sunny days fight inside me
but I just smile
and my soft eyes hide me.

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I wrote this awhile ago as part of emotional processing, getting some things that I struggle with down on paper. And to be honest, I was really hesitant and nervous to post it. I almost didn’t. But once I did, I had quite a few people either comment on it or message me, thanking me for sharing it, and the kicker was that a few of those people were people who I looked up to in the writing/art department.

The flow is a bit rough in places, but that’s how emotions are too, so I don’t mind.

It’s ok to feel . It’s ok to feel intensely. It’s ok to share those feelings. It’s also ok to just keep them inside yourself and not let people see them, just make sure that you aren’t letting them fester and hurt you.

I have a tendency to keep everything inside and cover it up to not show others. Which isn’t bad in itself, I don’t feel like I’m being dishonest when I’m doing so because somethings are just for me to process,  but sometimes you do need to speak and let those words out. Conflict is growth in disguise sometimes.

skate fairy

my heart aches tonight.

there is so much pain.

of the emotional type that makes your chest hurt, of the worrying type, of the physical car crash remainder type that I can’t even imagine feeling, of the tired bleary eyes, of the worn out feeling heart.

and my heart aches for that.

but

we have a God that we can fully lean into, we have the hope that He will restore what has been broken and bruised, we can see the improvement from a week ago to now, and it is pretty significant! we know that He wipes away all tears and stands close to the broken hearted, that He comforts and knits up, brings rest to the weary, that He knows exactly what has happened, what is happening, and what will happen, and He is carrying it out even now. we know that He is not the God of worry, anxiety, and chaos, but the Shepherd who brings rest and cool water, who we can fully collapse into. He makes promises, and we can claim them.

He is so so so good, and so so gentle, little pieces of the story keep trickling in and the amazing way that God protected and watched over my friend makes me cry.

there are prayers going up all over the world for the life and recovery of this dear friend, and for her brave, steadfast family and friends standing along with her.

her name is Hannah, she was in a car accident a week ago, she is recovering slowly, and please join us in prayer.

Thank you. 🧡

#skatefairystrong

sunshine

But what happens when the sunshine is sad?

Whiplash emotion

bites like a dog

sharp fangs

pierce smoothly

sink deep

heart ache.

things that I processed

rising again

like a grotesque Phoenix

flying black from the ash

of the emotional book yard where I lay

my past.

don’t say ‘it’s fine’ when it’s not

not in the moment

not in the future

not in the past

and I’m just preaching to myself here

knowing that it’s ok to feel

to feel intensely

to not let it show

to write it out

or to let it show

it’s ok.

you don’t just have to feel happy emotions

you can still feel grief and regret and hurt and off and sadness hangovers.

you don’t have to be the sunshine and the happy and the child’s heart all the time.

the emotions aren’t negative per se,

they’re learning

and they’re teaching

and they’re real

and they’re raw.

burn yourself and have the scar to remind you not to do it again

carve it into paper with your pen to read in the someday and remember and grieve and lay it down again.

that moment when numbness breaks and it hits you

it’s ok to get it out and express.

the sunshine can be sad sometimes too.

right now

Right now

in my life 


I am working at one of my dream jobs, a beautiful massage studio, and another nannying job with the sweetest family. 

I changed my hair from bronde to auburn and am loving it, it feels more natural than any other color I’ve tried. 

I am wearing gold jewelry instead of the silver that I’ve worn for years. 

I’ve learned I’m not the skin tone I thought I was (I’m bad at that type of thing) and so have been playing with color a lot. 

I am not in a relationship, as after much prayer and thought, I ended my relationship with Nick in September.  I don’t really have any words to say to the internet about it right now, maybe someday I’ll explain more. 

I’m physically the strongest I’ve ever been. 

I’m almost at the most flexible I’ve ever been. When I vaulted I was bendier, but I’m almost at where I was. 

I’m closer to God than I’ve ever been. He is beautiful and I’m so grateful. 

I’m learning how He wants me to view Him, myself, and others. How we all work together for Him. 

I’m learning what He wants me to do in this season of my life. Honestly, right where I’m at right now is one of the happiest seasons I’ve ever been in, because of so many different things. 

I’m listening to the rain fall as I journal and blog while sitting on my pile of blankets and pillows on the floor, with soft lamp glow and the heater going. 

He is wholly good. Always. Life is good. 

The Purpose Here

Purpose.

That word is on my mind a lot.

In pretty much anything I do, I’m continually asking, “what’s the purpose here? Why am I doing this? Why am I here?”

I’m learning that is a thing that INFPs have in big ways. Because of our cognitive function line ups, we function by authenticity. We want to have a reason, to make a difference, to have things line up with our “moral compasses” as they’ve been called. To make sure we’re being ourselves in what we do.

If it doesn’t line up, or has no purpose, we aren’t as invested in it. I need a goal to work toward. Sometime the reason I’m doing something is just to make the space more clean. Sometimes it’s to use my hands to bless someone. Sometimes it’s to do something in worship to God, even though I don’t want to and am struggling, but do it anyways.

And the purpose of this blog? It’s like my journal, but online, and written in farrrr less than I do my notebooks. It’s less of a formal writing space, and more of a place to jot down my rambles, in a much longer way than I do on my many Instagram accounts (I like anonymity sometimes, ok?)

I’ve had it on my mind to make a more structured blog with a different goal than simply random thoughts, maybe eventually it’ll happen.

Until then, I’ll still keep adding things on here, mayhaps not as often as I thought awhile ago, because the speed of my life is going up.

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I’m sitting on my bed, staring at the keys. I have various books, notebooks, papers, and plants spread all around me. I have words, but I don’t know how to say them. I’m rediscovering my writing style, because I slacked off on my writing for a time, so excuse the awkwardness and lack of direction as I sort through the mental ball of wire that is currently my thought process.

First of all, God has been working on my heart and who I am in pretty big ways that I did not see coming these past two weeks. He is so, so good, and I can’t believe that we can actually talk directly to Him.

What have I been learning?

God’s timing and will is FAR better than my own. I had an experience a few years ago that actually forms a pretty significant part of my testimony. It taught me and really laid the foundation for believing that God has a plan for everything that happens, it’s His will, I can’t mess His will up. In His timing He will restore things and make them beautiful, and give us peace with it. Hard things are part of growth. Seeing how He orchestrated that first event, and then being able to have that assurance and peace in trusting Him in recent events has been really huge. It’s a calm peace, trusting Him isn’t as hard as I once thought it was.

Fear is a choice. In Christ, you are free from that. You only have fear if you choose to pick it up.

When I was younger, I never understood what people meant when they said they could hear from God. The ‘Still small voice’. I’d ask my mom what He sounded like, how I’d know it was Him, what if He never talks to me, what if I don’t realize it’s Him?  But I’ve heard from Him. It’s different that what I expected when I was younger, but it’s unmistakable and beautiful. Often it’s a thought that gets stuck in my mind and won’t go away, that gets unknowingly confirmed by other people, or in the word. Sometimes it’s in other ways, more or less direct, but when I’m actually listening for Him and not trying to shut Him out I can hear much more clearly. And I’m grateful.

Being confident in prayers. Claiming prayers. He gives us promises and it’s ok for us to remind Him. Not to pray and then doubt or not expect Him to actually do it. Ya gotta have faith, prepare for what you prayed for. If it’s not His plan He’ll show you.

To obey God is the best thing. It will be blessed, He is a God that rewards, and you can claim and trust in your blessing.

I have more of a people pleasing tendency than I thought, but really only with the people close to me. Not everyone I love will understand or agree with my actions or what God has asked me to do, and that’s ok. What matters is obedience.

The little things you do, the little disciplines, make a HUGE difference and set your course. The little choices in your life, the little habits, they all add up. It’ll make ya or break ya.

Reject that sin. God is better.

When in doubt, don’t open your mouth.

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Right now, I don’t know where I’m headed, I’m a blank canvas that doesn’t know what type of paint is about to be added. And that’s completely ok. He’ll open the doors and give direction in His timing. I’m content in that.

blessings,

elisabeth grace