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14 Jul 12 at 12 pm

So tie me to the mast of this old ship and point me home.

(Source: thereisabetterway)

So tie me to the mast of this old ship and point me home.
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06 Jul 12 at 11 pm

Andrew Harvey (via larmoyante)

(Source: larmoyante, via ever-gazing)

"If you’re really listening, if you’re awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly. In fact, your heart is made to break; its purpose is to burst open again and again so that it can hold evermore wonders."

when grace opens your eyes and you realize that everything down here is a gift, that this life is not the main focus, that you are being blessed simply because you are loved, then you are free to live. I am not entitled to get married, to have a family, to have a good job, to live in a nice house, to graduate high-school; these things are merely presents from the hand of the One who adores me. the very same One who is preparing me to spend eternity with Him. because that’s the goal. Heaven is the prize, the awakening, the real life to be lived. this is just a vapor, a vapor in which I am learning how to love and be loved.

(Source: thereisabetterway)

"As I stand back and look at myself as I was, sitting in the counselor’s office whining and crying after years of chasing things that were supposed to work for me, that were supposed to make me happy here, that God was supposed to do, I see that my ache was actually His mercy showing me that everything I loved other than Him was never going to work. It was never supposed to work.

We love our earth. We love our people. We love our stuff. We love our schedules. We love our short lives here. And God is saying, Look up. This is going fast. Your life here is barely a breath. There is more, way more.

Time is almost gone. Our lives are only spent well on Him and whatever stores He has written for us. What are we really so afraid of losing?

Heaven feels far way, and we forget. But it is real… And it is coming.”

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30 Jun 12 at 10 pm

Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts p. 89 (via januarylake)

"I won’t shield God from my anguish by claiming He’s not involved in the ache of this world and Satan prowls but he’s a lion on a leash and the God who governs all can be shouted at when I bruise, and I can cry and I can howl and He embraces the David-hearts who pound hard on His heart with their grief and I can moan deep that He did this - and He did. I feel Him hold me - a flailing child tired in Father’s arms. And I can hear Him sooth soft, “Are your ways My ways, child? Can you eat My manna, sustain on My mystery? Can you believe that I tenderly, tirelessly work all for the best good of the whole world - because My flame of love for you can never, ever be quenched?”"

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30 Jun 12 at 9 pm

ohh my heart.

(Source: consurgo, via anchortomysoul)

tags: my heart 
ohh my heart.

today is a beautiful day;
this life is a beautiful life.

sometimes I think we often make too much of our own strife.
I’ve been the vilest offender
and I’ve been the one on my knees

but the closer I get to my Jesus
the more He allows me to see.

it’s not even a striving sight
or a trying to open my eyes
it’s more like a heart that’s at rest
finally has the strength to realize.

sunshine and wind
birds and dry clothes on a line.
a summer with nothing to do but trust and wait.
a purpose in life to love and be loved.
a child who coos and wiggles all day.
friends who know you and people who don’t.
hearts that are learning how to be whole. 
sending mail at the post office.
buying chips at the store.
 

there is so much beauty in this world. there is so much beauty in this life. 

(Source: thereisabetterway)

and then it hit me like a million bricks that I’d been ignoring as they hung over my head: this is not about me. this never was about me. or, when it was about me was the very time that I was missing out on everything. my life is not about me. my actions are not about me. my pain is not even about me. I exist, I live, I breathe, I hurt, I move for God’s glory.

"for the sake of Your great name, lead and guide me." 

and then the rest of it came with a rush of coolness that brought comfort: everything is a gift. Oh! what a joy that I had let myself forget. the air, the sunset, the green of the grass; my friends, their voices, the things that make us laugh: all gifts. each one a present that I have the choice to open, coming from my Abba’s heart directed straight at mine. the way my heart beats a little faster when I make eye contact with certain people, a gift. any and every relationship I have ever had or have now, a gift. every smile, every frown. gift, gift, gift. 

I am seeing anew that these things go hand in hand. gifts open my eyes to joy. my eyes are open to the gifts when they are turned from myself and to Him. oh, I have been looking at myself way too much as of late. His blood is a gift, and I am washed clean.

(Source: thereisabetterway)

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20 Jun 12 at 12 pm

(Source: thereisabetterway)

tags: my heart  oh Jesus 

"I sometimes hesitate and wonder if it’s a bad thing that you are so deeply rooted in my heart… (But my heart belongs to Jesus) My heart is His. And as He broke and rearranged it, He let you stay there. I think. I’m quite certain, actually. Because He moved you around in there a bit, but He left you. When I was very ready for Him to take you, He left you. And so I trust Him. I do trust Him."

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07 Jun 12 at 8 pm

(Source: everlytrue, via stopsmelltheroses)

tags: my heart 

I miss you. I miss you a lot.

(Source: thereisabetterway)

walk, walk, walk.
fall, trip, bleed.
the best part of growing, is losing my feet.
cause when I feel dirt
rub into my face,
I feel Your hand closest, I see clearest grace. 

You’re making me new, 
digging deeper than before.
tear, tear, tear
taking out, giving more.
breath, breath, breath
You’re worth all You take. 

I know now with You, there’s never a mistake.

(Source: thereisabetterway)