Come running through the forest of your thoughts and collapse into the clearing of grac

Come running through the forest
of these thoughts
and collapse
into the clearing of grace.
Run through the wilderness
of who and what did not want you
and realize there is freedom for you
to still want better things.
It is okay to dream better dreams.
Even if what you lost
seemed to be everything.
Because the truth is,
you were always made for more.
You were always made to carry on
through the worst of things,
gathering all the strength you would need
to be who you are today.
Even when you were hurt along the way.
Even when you felt like a prisoner
in your very own mind, by grace,
you survived
and you still have permission
to roam free.
Roam free into the clearing.
Catch your breath.
Fall.
Rest.
Begin again.
You are allowed to do that.
You are allowed to want more
than these current feelings
and out in the clearing,
you are allowed to find healing.
—Morgan Harper Nichols

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This world will carry on, busy and rushed as ever

This world will carry on,
busy and rushed as ever,
and you may gather questions
that have no easy answers,
but may you never lose your wonder,
and the fire that burns deep:
to walk through crowded streets
and observe the most beautiful
and seemingly insignificant things.
–Morgan Harper Nichols

Words written for the girl looking who is learning more about the world and about herself in her college years and is looking for hope.

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you will walk away from all of this, a storyteller.

This year may not end
how you thought it would,
but maybe just maybe,
you can look back
and see the good:
the light that flickers
through the closing blinds
on the darkest of days,
and you can feel the oxygen
that persists its way to your lungs
when it was hardest to breathe.
Maybe it will be the little things
that will keep you going,
and help you to see:
the things that fell apart
were a chance to start anew,
and as long you’re still here,
there will be more days.
There will be more moments
to dive deep into
this beautiful reality:
there is more to you.
And through all these valleys, you made it. 
You can look back on it all,
and see that now,
there is a story,
and after everything
that just happened
that was only one part of it,
and you are still becoming.
You are still growing.
And there will be a day
when all of these broken pieces
will gracefully come together
and you will walk away
from all of this,
a storyteller.
- Morgan Harper Nichols

Tough

Even when I’m stumbling in the dark
You know where I’m going
still going to trust in who You are
when the doors are closing

Caught out in the raging storm
through the rain I’m fighting
when it feels like I’ve hit the wall
I’m going to keep on climbing

Nothing can stop
what You’ve started.
You’ll get me through it.

You make me tough
when I feel like giving up.
I’ll never be strong enough
I’m counting on Your Love
to make me tough

Shattered pieces of my heart
You put them back together
there’s not a fire that can leave a mark
it only makes me better

When I’m losing confidence
I remember Your promises
even when I got nothing left

You make me tough
when I feel like giving up.
I’ll never be strong enough
I’m counting on Your Love
to make me tough

Nothing can stop what You have started
You’ll get me through
You’ll get me through
All that we face is for Your good
and there’s no such thing
as really losing.

You make me tough
when I feel like giving up.
I’ll never be strong enough
I’m counting on Your Love
to make me tough

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Never again will broken love tear away at the layers of her grace-woven hear

Never again will broken love tear away at the layers of her grace-woven heart. For Light has interrupted her own personal darkness and tied back together what had been torn apart. And living, breathing, she is stronger than ever, as mercy burns gold through her hair and her skin
and now she finds the freedom to move on, a purpose and a hope to start again. -Morgan Harper Nichols

When you start to feel like things should have been better this year...

I have shared this a thousand times around the internet by now, but I have never shared the story of how I felt when I wrote it. It was a quiet November night, my husband was working late, and I was sitting in our one bedroom apartment alone. Emotionally, I was alright. Nothing crazy was going on and it felt like an ordinary night. Then, my mind was suddenly flooded with all of the times I had failed. These thoughts were entirely out of nowhere. This was 2016 when there had been a huge transition in my [music] career. Overall, I had been at peace, but on that night, everything just hit me. I’m not one to cry very much, but in that moment I felt that I might actually burst of the tears I had perhaps been holding in. But as I sat there, certain I was on the brink of an overdue watershed, to my surprise, not a single tear fell from my eye. I thought I was about to start weeping, but before I knew it, I had picked up my pen and I had started writing. When I write, I am almost always writing for someone else, but when I look back on that night, I know I needed those words for myself. I didn’t even proofread it when I wrote it and I almost didn’t even write my name at the bottom. I took a picture of it, but I couldn’t bring myself to share it like I would normally share something I wrote on Instagram or Facebook. So instead, I tucked it away on Pinterest thinking no one would ever see it. And oh, how I was wrong. A year later, it has been pinned and repinned hundreds of thousands and times and now, I have lost count. I have also lost count of the number of times I have fallen into grace. I don’t deserve it, but yet still, it finds me, over and over again. This year was not like last year, but it was still hard. There were many mountains and valleys, but I am still here and you are still here too and there is so much to each of us than our yesterdays. — Morgan Harper Nichols

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Wander deep into the bounds of the books you have meant to read

This is a letter in response to the writer who sent me a message. She has come back home from time abroad, but has not been able to write. I wrote these words for her.

I hope in this season you can find the courage to keep traveling, even when your feet are firm on the ground. Even when you are sitting still on the most ordinary of days, may you still find a way to wander deep into the bounds of the books you have meant to read and follow each line on each page like a little trail of its own.

May you cover all the grounds of the photographs you have already taken. and not only to reminiscence but to gather any little detail you perhaps may have missed: any sound, smell, or and anything at all you felt.. because even when those pocket-sized memories seem so far away, they are still a part of the story of who you are today.

And maybe when you start to look back, you will find that even the most extraordinary of things can still be broken down to pieces available for your grasp even after seasons pass.

For your wealth has never been in possessions or things acquired, but in wisdom and knowledge gathered, even through your younger years.

May you look back on those days of your life as the moments from which you will write, and may you see these present moments in that same light too.

May you find the courage to pick up the pen again. To open a new journal and write one sentence at a time, and fill every single page, line by line. And not with clever words or even planned out prose, but of the stories and learnings and yearnings of your life.

Your prayers. Your hopes. Your dreams and desires, and the grace that continually carries you higher and higher. And if you ever feel again that you might be unraveling, may you be reminded you are still traveling, and with every step, you will grow and learn more of who you are and who you were meant to be.

And even though there are always so many things to figure out, may you find joy in the process of waiting and learning to write it all down.

Again and again, may you continue to choose life, and let what you are learning become the words you write; journal bound reminders of the trails you have tread, and the hope you discovered as you wait for days ahead.

Sincerely, Morgan Harper Nichols