Definition of strength, love


“This is the definition of strength, love, and pure raw beauty. Mom was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer halfway through pregnancy with her surprise gender baby. She had one breast removed and underwent chemo while carrying her miracle baby. She was induced at 36 weeks in order to receive more treatment. Baby BOY was born ready to prove to the world his strength he inherited from his strong mommy. He latched on to her remaining breast all on his own and the room erupted in so many emotions. Breastfeeding is such a sacred bond, and this one just makes my heart break and swell at the same time. I am beyond blessed to have met and gotten to know this woman and her family, and so honored she asked me to be there to document these precious moments. Please share, and continue to pray for this family as they go into their next journey together!”
-Katie Murray Photography

£ove ღ……

£ove ღ……

Cleans the debris from our heart.
Chases darkness from the corners,
Pours out faith and grace
Like water onto dusty gravel,
Much of it lost,
But poured nonetheless.
And it makes hope rise from nothing,
When nothing, or worse,
Has been its only home.

Too Scared To Love

Too Scared To Love

The threshold of pain
is mighty low
I am scared
to love.

Blows have landed
forceful and strong;
lashes on my back
slaps on my face
raps on my head.
Now I cringe
and duck blows
imagined and feared.
Whips curl and snap
in my ears
when someone
passes close by…
I am scared to love…

I have seen embers
turn to ashes
I am scared
to love.

Fires have burned
torrid and tall
warming my heart
heating me through
and then burned low;
dying sparks
fan me cold.
Now I turn numb
dead embers
smoulder not
dusty ashes
smother my soul
when someone
wild as tinder,
and fiery all over
passes me by…
I am scared to love.

I stand by
the wayside
lost and forlorn
I am scared to love.

Cuddling arms
have gathered close
and yet close
in secure grip
in one swoop
to smother in love
only to push away
with brutal arms.
Now I wing past
ardent hands
evade the petting
and caressing
for fear of being
hurled away
and abandoned
when someone
seemingly caring
passes me by…
I am scared to love.

Too scared to love.