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Love not the work of your hands, but His Hands. Your work is out of love but also pride. His Hands were pierced to save us. This is the mark of his great love for us
Apr 6

Love not the work of your hands, but His Hands. Your work is out of love but also pride. His Hands were pierced to save us. This is the mark of his great love for us

GOD, you made me see today through j.
J is really the bestest friend I ever had. 
She is always giving. She is ever generous to me, always buying me little gifts. She always encourages me, and believes in my strengths. She always comforts me. I love my best friend.
And yet, God, you are even more of a friend than a best friend is to me. You love me even more, and you are ever generous to me, you give me so much I do not ever want. You always have a listening ear for my every complain, and you always give me time. You are there when the hour is dark, you are there during my long walks and you walk alongside me in good times and especially difficult times. 
J loves me, but you love me even more. It is so hard to say how much more that is. How much more to die on the cross for me.

How great your affections are for me.
Apr 6

GOD, you made me see today through j.

J is really the bestest friend I ever had. 

She is always giving. She is ever generous to me, always buying me little gifts. She always encourages me, and believes in my strengths. She always comforts me. I love my best friend.

And yet, God, you are even more of a friend than a best friend is to me. You love me even more, and you are ever generous to me, you give me so much I do not ever want. You always have a listening ear for my every complain, and you always give me time. You are there when the hour is dark, you are there during my long walks and you walk alongside me in good times and especially difficult times. 

J loves me, but you love me even more. It is so hard to say how much more that is. How much more to die on the cross for me.

How great your affections are for me.

(via allmylove4udea)

"For the first time in a long while, I enjoyed my bath. I liked the feeling of scrubbing my skin, especially on my calves. I soaped my hair and massaged my skull, patiently pressing at the hair roots, making many bubbles all this time. I ran my hand down my arm and liked its brownness. it was a sweltering hot night, so I turned the heater down, and waited for the water to cool off. For the first time I made sure I felt really clean. I even took my time with the facial foam, making gentle circles, feeling the soap on my skin. Then I remembered soap was alkali, and my skin was acidic, and too much of it wasn’t a good idea, lol. I still liked that clean, refreshing feeling anyway. When I stepped out, it dawned on me how many of these great baths I have missed in my life. Every time I had chosen to rush through things, I wasted the moment. Haste make waste was never truer."

- Me

Apr 4
So true.
Mar 9

So true.

(via allmylove4udea)

I just want to know you better

know you better

know you better now.

I just want to know you better-

Lord, tame me. Make me like your sheep. Gentle and strong, but yielding to friends. Steadfast and honest, but will bend to save the weak. Rich in laughter and joy, and will empty out for the poor in spirit.

Make me like your gentle ewe lamb.

And improve my English. And find me a boyfriend. And make me good at Chemistry and Physics. And help me help my classes. And give me good pay. 

Wow.. I’m not demanding at all.

Mar 8
Just a few requests on the wish list.
I know you like me.
I have a student in my class who is really haughty, who exclaims that he doesn’t know his teachers’ names, don’t bring stationery to school because he doesn’t want to, and participate in many sports because he could and did not want to focus on any.
I need to be a teacher to him. 
Now that I have a shred of his respect (he knows my name), I am going to try to grow this connection, and tell him something useful:
That he needs to focus his attention in order to get better at anything.
That include sports, and studies. 
And being indignant and proud is not going to get him anywhere.
I need to tell him that in the most gentle of ways, so that his pride doesn’t get broken but yet his ego gets the message.
God help me help him. I am your conduit, your messenger. 
Mar 5

I know you like me.

I have a student in my class who is really haughty, who exclaims that he doesn’t know his teachers’ names, don’t bring stationery to school because he doesn’t want to, and participate in many sports because he could and did not want to focus on any.

I need to be a teacher to him. 

Now that I have a shred of his respect (he knows my name), I am going to try to grow this connection, and tell him something useful:

That he needs to focus his attention in order to get better at anything.

That include sports, and studies. 

And being indignant and proud is not going to get him anywhere.

I need to tell him that in the most gentle of ways, so that his pride doesn’t get broken but yet his ego gets the message.

God help me help him. I am your conduit, your messenger. 

Being alive is so unfair right?

Every day I am lied to at least once, and I in turn tell at least one (ha, right, just one).

Every day I am struggling to get through the day and deal with my dissatisfaction at my gross imperfection (thighs looking chokingly enormous in this pair of jeans). 

Each moment I am worried about what the next will bring. If it was work I worry I didn’t become good enough. If it was play I worry it wouldn’t be as fun as I wanted it to be.

Why can’t we just be?

What is this banal existence?

Is this the Condition of the Living?

To be innately Dissatisfied and Unfulfilled?

How Much More till It Is Enough?

Hmm…

I want to be enough. I want to be full. I want to be good. I want to let others feel the same. I want to be in that safe place… and listen to the eternal truth and have eternal peace. 

Mar 4
The incredible Unfairness of Living