Em Graysen
Bio
Hey Ya'll! I'm just a Midwest girl navigating NYC. I'm an avid coffee drinker, HGTV fanatic, and lover of Mexican food.Stories (3/0)
For Rebecca
We lay in the darkness basking in the moonlight looking up at the broad expanse of constellations in the vast universe. My hand slipped under your lace bra feeling your chest rise and fall with the inhaling and exhaling of your breath. Your soft heartbeat flutters and I pull you closer, feeling the warmth of your skin.
By Em Graysen6 years ago in Poets
Lazy Girl's Morning Routine
If you’re anything like me then you know the struggle of trying to throw together a professional look in only 30 short minutes after hitting the snooze button a few too many times. Before I perfected my routine, I was notorious for running out the door unshowered, hair in a bun, with no makeup (and I would still be a few minutes late every time LOL). After realizing I needed to get this under control, I have perfected a few time saving tips and tricks that have made my morning routine a breeze.
By Em Graysen6 years ago in Lifehack
Faith and Folly
If you would have told my fourteen-year-old self that I would someday walk away from my Christian faith, I would have thought you were crazy. At that age I was such a strong believer that no amount of evidence or reason would make me believe otherwise. At age fourteen, I thought that I would never stray and never stumble. It was ingrained so deeply in my head that I never even thought to question it. But even then I knew that I didn't feel that strong bond with God that other believers described. I believed he existed wholeheartedly, but I didn’t have that “connection” that seemed to come so naturally to everyone around me in the church community. Looking around the room during times of worship, I would see people, hands raised, singing so loudly and passionately, and I just didn’t get it. Where did that passion come from? Why didn’t I feel that strong divine influence? I kept thinking that if I was patient and prayed hard enough it would eventually click, and I remember sitting in church praying, begging for the God of the universe to reveal himself in a way that would completely knock me off my feet and show me his mighty sovereignty. But that never seemed to happen for me, so at the end of sophomore year I got tired of waiting around and I think that was the beginning of the end for me. Realizing that that wasn’t going to happen for me was the first step in accepting that, if there was a God, he didn’t seem to care about me.
By Em Graysen6 years ago in Education