Hey! I’m tina

This verse speaks deeply to me. His hope is a beautiful thing. It reminds us that in our weakness, He is strong. In our struggles, He is there. Talk about joy!

“but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” 
Isaiah 40:31 NIV

I am

I am
a storyteller
from way back
slippers in every season
coffee that looks like winter
convinced everything has a reason
even when I don’t understand.

Sometimes, I just don’t understand.

I am
curious
with childlike wonder
especially on snow days
a lover of words
often speechless
on mountaintops
and amidst seaside sunrises
while fueling
my addiction for
Saturday morning donuts
and peanut butter on saltines.

I am
God’s girl
Dominic and Alta’s kid
Gibby’s love for 30 + 8 years
goofy and real
done with drama
preferring hope
praise hands high
poetic ponderer
daily trust struggler
fierce for those I adore
rooter for the underdog
of which I am one.

 

I am
less days ahead
than behind
still growing
wisdom seeker
wisdom finder
love matters more
God matters most.

Life is no longer all about me.

I am
a messy bun dreamer
Chick-fil-A sauce fiend
with a 70’s soul
not fond of change
braver than before
broken and beloved
leaning on His everlasting
in awe of His grace.

Every. Single. Day.

I am
this and that
and
so much more
because of His love.

Hallelujah!

Just like you. XOXO

Tina Savant Gibson: About Tina

my favorite tina thing

I married my Gibby 30 years ago after he pursued me for eight (!) years.  We are beach bums who delight in chocolate donut days on the deck and dancing in our living room! He’s the calm to my crazy and has an amazing contagious laugh that breaks through even my toughest pout. He is quite simply the love of my life.

Poetry through music has always been my joy. This song has more meaning now than ever before. What will we leave behind matters, y’all. I want my legacy to be all about His love.

“Into a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown
Go ahead and throw some seeds of your own
And somewhere between the time you arrive
And the time you go
May lie a reason you were alive
That you’ll never know.”

— For a Dancer / Jackson Browne

Spread your joy.