Author: Timia

Chaos. The stirring up of the lies that have for so long spun their webs around our hearts. Thirsty. Our hearts cry out for freedom from the fears that stifle their potential and purpose. Freedom. The love that has the power to redefine the way that we see ourselves and the world. New things are… Continue reading The Process

Hovering in the wind, waiting for a reason to either land or take off in full flight. It is tempting to live a life that is half invested, letting the wind blow us to and fro. This word loves to try and cause us to love a disengaged life, one that admires love but doesn’t… Continue reading Stay Engaged in Love

I am writing this in honor of my sweet friend Mariya Hope who last year lost her battle to cancer, but who has forever left an imprint on my life and the life of so many other people. She is somebody who taught me about love and about living fully present and inspired me to… Continue reading Love isn’t a destination

In some ways we are all just prisoners, looking, hoping, seeking. Our hearts crave a purpose, something to cause life to course through it. Yet distractions kill our potential and purpose. These bars around us are what stops our hearts from beating and our souls from thriving. The chilled iron finds its way into our… Continue reading Bloom Here & Now

Hope thrives where light lands and light lands where we cultivate a space for love to grow. Reminiscing on my days spent in South Africa, I can remember the way her hands gripped mine. The sunlight reflected off of her tight curls and highlighted the freckles on her cheeks. It was as if she was… Continue reading Hope Thrives

Seeds planted deep within the soil. Dreams and prayers that have so much purpose within them, but often times feel unnoticed. Lost amongst a world that so often captivates our hearts with distractions and doubt. Doubt that is fueled by the harsh voices surrounding us and from lack of visible growth. Scattered dreams, a breath… Continue reading Don’t Give Up, Love Wins

Remember to breathe. To plant your feet in the sunshine, letting its warmth bring life as it begins to erase the scars that have been etched into your skin. Remember to pause. To take a moment to reflect on the battles you’ve won and to remind yourself of the strength with which your heart beats.… Continue reading Return to Rest

I will always remember that day, your curly hair as wild and unruly as your heart. A heart that was never created to carry the scars and bruises that have been left by the harsh angry hands of those around you. Hands that once held so much purpose and beauty, yet forced to be used… Continue reading Invitation not Interruption