for my sister.
jenna charlotte beautiful soul
♥︎
i'm gunna miss you. a lot.
hooves kicking up white powder
legs pumping sweat dripping
i look up & my sisters face is shining with a smile so big. letting the world know she loves this moment. flying across the fresh snow on the backs of our best friends. mountains big behind us and the cows tiny dots on the far horizon.
so we run.
chasing our dreams.
the shiver that waves through my body.
feeding the adrenaline of speeding ever this snowy field. tiny dog runs beside. & the laughter comes. giggling with true glee. glee because this is what we love.
why are we so blessed?
brow crinkles.
& now this is over.
teenage cowgirl sister years. bye my friend.
i love your soul. i always will.
i thank you jenna for those moments. memories. times. my heart loves them.
you taught me so much & you still are.
this lump in my throat is big.
& i will miss you. a lot.
i wish u courage for this new life.
summit the peaks.
point those ears foward.
sing the songs you love,
& focus on the good things.
untangle your rope & try again.
don't miss this time.
& when you cry, pray to jesus & turn those salty tears into happy tears. you will be blessed for being happy.
may the wind be @ your back and the sun in your face. & God WILL hold you.
i love you beautiful beautiful jenna charlotte.
the mountains are still watching. - ginger.
xo. your little sister.
The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing. Zephaniah 3:17
the squeak of the rocking chair. breeze blows curls. hands reach for sun. & there’s smiles. tails thump against wood & paws cross. she stretches her toes & breathes it in. sometimes she wonders why? why is life so complicated when u can jus forget and sit in the sun and think about light things that float away in the breeze and can be forgotten about. why can’t we jus only trust. & love. why can’t we jus live as though all we care about is jesus & sunshine. she sighs. the questions. the ache. the nostalgia for something else. the longing for somthing else. following bare feet through the cold she listens. the birds aren’t worried. singing and playing wth the wind. teasing the blowing grass. the grass that is trying so hard to see the sun through the melting snow. maybe it’s ok to be like those birds. holding face in hands she watches. free. happy. not careing if thier friends are even happy. jus focusing on good happy light things. holding on to things that matter. & letting those burdens fall hurtling to the ground. to thier death. done. done. squeezing her eyes shut making them water. the bright sun stinging.
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