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No healthy saint ever chooses suffering; he chooses God’s will, as Jesus did, whether it means suffering or not.
Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest: August 10 (via kvtes)

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Aug 12, 2014 / 1,237 notes
Aug 11, 2014 / 195 notes

lovers-in-wanderlust:

A poet can write through a whole relationship with its ups and downs, hardships and laughs, sleepless Friday nights and Sunday morning coffee, all before the first kiss. 
But the problem is, when a poet writes about you, and you leave before any of it can happen;
it ruins her.

Please do not ruin her.
Please do not ruin me.

 Amanda Helm - When I met you it was 65 and windy

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Aug 11, 2014 / 564 notes

debbyryan:

legacies of lightness are sometimes left by people with the heaviest hearts

Decide you want it more than you are afraid of it.
Bill Cosby  (via thatkindofwoman)

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Aug 10, 2014 / 7,675 notes
Aug 8, 2014 / 1 note

I Want You to Know That It’s Okay

I want you to know that it’s okay to meet the man of your dreams.
It’s okay if he’s not dreamy.
It’s okay if you’re both tired and the conversation is awkward.
I want you to know that it’s okay to hope for a while.
And it’s okay to let those hopes down gently.
It’s okay to realize that dreams can change.
I want you to know that it’s okay to change.
It’s okay to find new hopes.
It’s okay to bury memories just deep enough to resurrect them on special occasions or late nights.
I want you to know that it’s okay to remember.
It’s okay to feel a little broken.
It’s okay to be different.
I want you to know that forgetting is too easy.
Becoming is more difficult.
It’s okay to become someone new.
It’s okay to come away changed.
It’s okay to not forget.
And to keep not forgetting for a while.
But I want you to know that someday that song will stop reminding you of that drive.
That bridge will stop reminding you of that hug.
That booth will stop reminding you of that conversation.
And I want you to know that that’s okay.

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
Agatha Christie
Aug 8, 2014 / 2 notes
And when those stories weren’t enough, when the words themselves would not suffice, the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, laughed among us, wept among us, ate among us, told more stories among us, suffered among us, died among us, and rose among us. The Word entered our story and invited us into His.
Aug 7, 2014 / 308 notes
Aug 7, 2014 / 1,590 notes

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debbyryan:

sunscreen

Debby and I were Twitter friends for a bit, and we still remain kindred spirits. This girl is a storyteller and a gem.
Aug 6, 2014 / 244 notes

debbyryan:

sunscreen

Debby and I were Twitter friends for a bit, and we still remain kindred spirits. This girl is a storyteller and a gem.

I have spent a lot of time consuming instead of creating. Browsing other people’s blogs. Looking at other people’s images. Reading other people’s stories. I have found myself valuing the already completed work of others more than the in-progress work of my own.

Reading about other people’s stories is only inspiring to a point. Eventually you have to turn it off and sit at a desk and hammer it out. You have to embrace that not-as-enjoyable part because that’s the part when it’s actually happening.

You want to make stuff? Make it. You want to write stuff? Write it. You want to do something different? Do it. Get in and be inspired, but then get out. And then get to work.
Jul 29, 2014 / 2,022 notes