A garment of praise for my heaviness, You are the greatest taste; You’re the richest of fare.
Reflect again on what 2 Corinthians 5:15 says about what sin does to us. If sin...– Paul David Tripp, “War of Words: Getting to the Heart for God’s Sake” (via whomshallifear)
I feel so strongly that I must say that there is a love out there that no one has ever fully known. Not that love isn’t willing to make itself known; rather, it is so eager to love, in the fullest sense. Instead I am often too distracted or blind or foolish. But this weekend, oh I had a taste of what it meant to be loved by Love himself (Christ, I shall not shrink from his holy name). And I...
Beloved, it is a beautiful day to love and to be...
Radical Face - Doorways “As of late, I’ve been consistently reminded of my childhood. I’ve been reflecting on how fortunate I was to have it.” - BH (via rogiaeu)
American in our blue jeans and country dreams stacked greens bursting seams spell your name with capital lowercase follows behind but half the time we’re ignorant, we’re blind
in the mood for foreign poetry, something spoken in a foreign tongue, to know that the world is bigger than this to know that the world is bigger than me and my circle of friends I want to be caught in the dust of the streets The clatter of rain upon some tin roof To see a storm brewing over a plateau The deep green scent of a rain-drenched forest To see the sun set over a glass-like ocean To see...
Monday morning with friends
-Breakfast at Tiffany’s (eggs in a basket, tea) -sitting in the sun -a sip of coffee -chocolate chip muffin -a short walk -burrito -waiting in the sun like youngsters with bags by the road -nice morning It’s a beautiful day to be alive
A bit past new year’s, but this is a beautiful wrap-up-the-year post nonetheless.
I. To write words of worth, where do I begin? You’ve heard it all before: sickness, sorrow, sin. An olden tale which spans to dawn Known by all, through days bygone So the tale as we know it: Adam and Eve were such of the two whom reptile deceive Thus I, offspring, inherit by nature This body of sin and fallen stature Now words, they speak not what the heart means And even the heart lives...
Christ as strength, and nothing else—please. (Nothing else can, unless you so deceive But from weakness, from sin, it still will not relieve)
by Divinity, by grace
Slowly learning to love slow days your ways and music all over again; a gain
put your heart into it
it’s been out of it for too long
by sheandhercat I was at Barnes and Noble with a friend, and I pointed at a book and remarked that celebrity culture was such a strange phenomenon that you could have a whole book dedicated to pictures of you. The book was a 50% off of vintage Audrey Hepburn photos. She said later that Facebook was scary, the amount of attention spent on the online web was scary: you could be your own PR...