A Land Locked Wanderer

Hello - I'm Priscilla

Just an on-line log of me, following my heart across the globe, while my feet stay firmly stranded in the very heart of the United States, waiting to follow the Creator of it all on the next adventure. One part content, one part longing for something more again.

Feel free to escape with me.
Oh how he loves us!

Oh how he loves us!


TWO FISHERMEN (People) - The shoal is one of the most fascinating places in Xiapu, China. Fishermen farm fish, shrimp, and oysters and plant seaweed along this coastal area. (Photo and caption by Peng Jiang/National Geographic Photo Contest) #

TWO FISHERMEN (People) - The shoal is one of the most fascinating places in Xiapu, China. Fishermen farm fish, shrimp, and oysters and plant seaweed along this coastal area. (Photo and caption by Peng Jiang/National Geographic Photo Contest) #

(Source: biiesh, via awelltraveledwoman)

tothecatcher:

I love you like when it’s pouring rain
And you don’t know it until you’ve turned everything off, and you sit wishing you had known sooner.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.

—Jonathan Safran Foer (via brotherstories)

resolutewoman:

thinknorth:

Me: what do you think whales dream about?
Kid: mmm, mountains? What air taste like?
 Adults are boring.. #nightlysketch

dream on, little darling…

resolutewoman:

thinknorth:

Me: what do you think whales dream about?

Kid: mmm, mountains? What air taste like?


Adults are boring.. #nightlysketch

dream on, little darling…

benjaminhole:

The Nomads of the Woods

Unbelievably beautiful!

benjaminhole:

My Fathers hands at the end of a hard week on the farm. We should all aspire to achieve our Fathers hands.

This image, and his son’s words, are beautiful.So much of our stories are revealed through our hands.

benjaminhole:

My Fathers hands at the end of a hard week on the farm. We should all aspire to achieve our Fathers hands.

This image, and his son’s words, are beautiful.
So much of our stories are revealed through our hands.

I’ve forgotten who I am. My true identity. As a result, I have failed to walk with my head high, a daughter of the King. My confidence has waned because I have ceased seeing myself as who he says I am instead of through the filter of my shortcomings. I haven’t paid as much attention to things that I have cared about or taken the time to invest in myself.
Heaven help me.
Be transformed by the renewing of your mind.

I lived my whole life in the shadow of my parent’s poverty. I thought I had broken its power in my life, that I was free. I never wanted my children to feel its cold presence. I don’t want them to grow up with a perspective that has been warped by its struggle. Yet here we are. Still battling to survive. To not be overcome. To hold on to the promises and faithfulness of God. Never once have we ever walked alone. He has never left us forsaken. But it is still hard. Always painful. The clinging effects of poverty’s hold in my life. We always make it. But I don’t want to just survive. I want to live.

Never discourage anyone who continually makes progress, no matter how slow.

—Plato (via kvtes)

(Source: thewinterwind, via kvtes)