My name is Tara, but I go by Targs, Tara Beth, and Tehetara (ta-het-uh-ruh). I'm a small town girl living in the beautiful city of Boston.
I love to travel, not always extravagantly, but my greatest memories come from international experiences.
I love coffee. Honestly, I love everything about it: the taste, the aroma, the caffeine that flows through my veins before a long day at the office - all good things.
I love the mountains. I love the views that catch me by surprise and steal my breath. I love the reminder of being part of a larger story, that natural beauty is a gracious gift.
I love to spend time with the people that bring color into a seemingly black and white world, that challenge my thinking and cause me to evaluate the truths I stand on, that show me what grace looks like every day.
I love music. I love the way the sound compliments the lyrics so that your heart not only conforms to the beat of the song but also to the emotion the lyrics instill. The power of words amazes me.
I love Jesus, the way he died on a cross with the sins I have committed engraved on his body; the way he did this so that I am free to live without the weight of sin, guilt, and shame keeping me from living a beautiful life; the way he provides me access to a Father who created me through beautifully spoken words and craftsmanship that only He could ever accomplish; the way I am embraced when my heart is heavy and celebrated when I see victory over lies I've believed; the way He is refining me as I daily yield to Him. Jesus. Just speaking His name makes my heart flutter.
I turn bright red when I speak to large groups. I have solo jam sessions in my car. I'm always in the mood for Mexican or Thai food.
I'm a writer. I'm a dreamer. I'm driven by passion and I ask a lot of questions. I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I'm a daughter of the King, a bride to my Redeemer. I'm broken, but healing. I'm tired, but living.
Welcome to my story.
I love to travel, not always extravagantly, but my greatest memories come from international experiences.
I love coffee. Honestly, I love everything about it: the taste, the aroma, the caffeine that flows through my veins before a long day at the office - all good things.
I love the mountains. I love the views that catch me by surprise and steal my breath. I love the reminder of being part of a larger story, that natural beauty is a gracious gift.
I love to spend time with the people that bring color into a seemingly black and white world, that challenge my thinking and cause me to evaluate the truths I stand on, that show me what grace looks like every day.
I love music. I love the way the sound compliments the lyrics so that your heart not only conforms to the beat of the song but also to the emotion the lyrics instill. The power of words amazes me.
I love Jesus, the way he died on a cross with the sins I have committed engraved on his body; the way he did this so that I am free to live without the weight of sin, guilt, and shame keeping me from living a beautiful life; the way he provides me access to a Father who created me through beautifully spoken words and craftsmanship that only He could ever accomplish; the way I am embraced when my heart is heavy and celebrated when I see victory over lies I've believed; the way He is refining me as I daily yield to Him. Jesus. Just speaking His name makes my heart flutter.
I turn bright red when I speak to large groups. I have solo jam sessions in my car. I'm always in the mood for Mexican or Thai food.
I'm a writer. I'm a dreamer. I'm driven by passion and I ask a lot of questions. I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I'm a daughter of the King, a bride to my Redeemer. I'm broken, but healing. I'm tired, but living.
Welcome to my story.