I want to stand up. I want to shout and wake you up. I want to wake you up. This is not a dream, this is your life. Wake up! You are capable of more. Give yourself to the purpose for which you were made.
it doesn’t make much sense why it’s so beautiful outside, because it’s cloudy and rainy and windy and foggy and cold. but still i find it so perfect. i get shivers being in the midst of it.
today is such a good day all around. so relaxing & there’s this peace about it that i can’t describe.
yesterday i remembered Christmas is coming up soon and i got so stoked ! eggnog, scarves, mittens, being with family, that overall indescribably warm feeling … i don’t care for winter but i LOVE the holiday season.
My body is nothing. It is nothing. It means nothing. It does not hold my future and I do not hold it. It screws up and doesn’t work right. It gets in the way of everything I need. It gets in the way of everything else.
My body is temporary. It will not last, and it does not last. Right now it is rotting away. Right now it is falling apart. It will fall apart now, and it will fall apart when I am underground. And then it will disappear.
My body does not know right from wrong. My body does not know what is best for me. My body knows only what it wants. Not what I want.
My soul is everything. It is permanent. It will lead me in what I think is right, and what I think is wrong. It will carry me through my life, and it will carry me through whatever is to come.
A thank you letter to someone who has changed your life.
You and I never got along when we were kids. You were kind of a jerk most of the time, and sometimes I wished I wasn’t your sister, even though I wouldn’t have admitted that to anyone except Mom. I remember so many times though when I caught glimpses of who you would become, and those… those parts of you I knew I already loved so much.
Then one summer you met God, face to face, heart to heart, spirit to Spirit. You came alive that summer. You came home and you were so different. You were love. You were joyful. You were a friend to me, for the very first time. I was so awestruck that I actually could call you my brother and my friend.
I can’t describe how much hope you’ve given me since then, how much of an example you’ve been, and to what extent you’ve changed my life… so it’s a good thing you get me even when I can’t explain stuff like this. I miss you.
So thankful for you; stay gold. Love, your sister.
everything we once knew of this world we will forget; we will recognize the hearts of the ones we loved but we will not know nor care why. we will all love each other like we were supposed to. the words ‘guilt’, ‘sad’ & ‘grieve’ will not even exist because the only things that will are love, joy and peace. we will have long conversations with Hope that never need to end, we will drink the best wine we have ever tasted, we will be overcome with more love than we have ever imagined, and the music’s gonna put everything we listened to here to shame.
“Why are we so interested in building up walls? And noticing the distinguishing characteristics that keep us apart? We’re one body. Where God has put together let no man separate us. You can take that as a marriage or you can take that as a church. But you can take to the bank that God didn’t want his people destroyed by bickering and arguing…. We are one…”—Jon Foreman (via daily-foot)