April 2011
34 posts
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These are my friends. I wish that my summer will be filled with nights of intimacy and love.
This is amazing.
March 2011
39 posts
Motion, forward.: I’m getting to point where I am... →
danielthomasgarcia:
I’m getting to point where I am sick and tired of talking about change, personal and corporate. I don’t want to spend time talking about how I need to overcome my apathetic flesh and seek the Lord with everything in me, or how we as the Church are in dire need of a revival and revolution. I don’t…
Many times, I feel this sick feeling in my gut that is conviction. It...
onefootout asked: Laura,
Yes, a thousand times yes.
The Shane and Shane version (if you haven't already.)
Yes, a thousand times yes.
The Shane and Shane version (if you haven't already.)
Sometimes it takes friends to take you places...
There are some things you can do alone. Usually the small, the mundane, the normal commuting and motion of life is an undertaking, however, we can handle most of it in stride without too much concern. But others require the hands and feet of others, their physical presence, their conversation, their reassuring countenance. In many instances this is a necessity, and in many instances I have...
I went to a Victorian mansion today and saw four Narwhal tusks turned into a vanity. It was definitely not vegan approved. However, this is not necessarily about how Tiffany fashioned silver tips and a Viking-revival style chair back to let the lady sit. Granted, I at first thought of those beasts that lost their lives in the war of glamor, but thinking of it, I would never have felt the wonder...
“Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just,...”
– Paul on Philippians 4:4 (NIV)
I used to write. I used to have thoughts in my head that thoroughly engulfed the working part of my brain and subjected me to their desire to be voiced. Driving in our giant orange van back from lunch today I remembered those moments. When it felt that I would absolutely explode if I failed to expound upon the wringing ideas in my head. And part of me realizes that I wrote out of a need to be...
“One Christian in India, while being skinned alive, looked at his persecutors and...”
– (via ilovebeinginlovewithhim)
