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“If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.” -C.S. Lewis

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No. 420

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Get over the sun

Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done

and what I had toiled to achieve,

everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind;

nothing was gained under the sun.

-Ecclesiastes 2:11

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I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.

Galations 2:20

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Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure 'children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation', in which you shine like stars in the universe.

Philippians 2:14-15

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However, I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me. The task of testifying to the Gospel of God's grace.

Acts 20:24

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I am not ashamed of the Gospel, because it is the power of God for the salvation of everyone who believes- first for the Jew, then for the Gentile.

Romans 1:16

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I took you from the ends of the earth, from its farthest corners I called you. I said, 'You are my servant'; I have chosen you and have not rejected you.'

Isaiah 41:9

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Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked, or stand in the way that sinners take, or sit in the company of mockers, but whose delight is in the law of the Lord and who meditates on His law day and night. That person is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever they do prospers. Not so the wicked. They are like chaff that the wind blows away. Therefore, the wicked will not stand in the judgement, nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous. For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked leads to destruction.

Psalm 1

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“I always miss my youth until I remember the many eyes that met my eyes and how strong my gaze is now. How worked my fingers are; and how my spine does not bend for anyone or anything until the moment I want it to. I always miss my youth Until I remember how much I cherish my growth.”

— I see what I was and what I have become. nikka ursula on IG; others (via cardiamachina)

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If ever I should lose my way If ever I deny Your grace Remind me of the price You paid Hallelujah I'll live in remembrance

As far as heights reach from the depths As far as east is from the west So far Your grace has carried me

Until I see You face to face Until at last I've won my race Remind me You're not finished yet

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What is it like / To reach and feel something reach in response, / Desiring your desire to seek and find?

Alicia Ostriker, from The Little Space: Poems; “Cosi Fan Tutte: Of Desire and Delight,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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What do you know of loneliness?     You turn on your television and         find pieces of yourself in the                       jabbering mouths of                                     talking faces;   they laugh          –         you laugh they cry               –             you cry they think           –         you think they feel              –            you feel         the same, always the same;      mirrored is the image of your                    identification   as a member of the human species,         and you can feel less alien              at the mere switch                    of a button.                              //        What do you know of rage?   You sway along when the radio plays,     when singers sing you can relate;                  not a single song                         feels like        s      a  t c       n  g               c r         h  i                finger –                                      nails                      so in a way                                                 each song                                  reminds you                              that you do                          in fact                                  ( (  b e l o n g  ) )         and you can feel less alien             at the mere switch                   of a button.                                //             What do you know of love?   When you can’t differentiate between the lips you’ve tasted and the hands you’ve touched                                      [ same // same ]                                    [ skin  on  skin; ]                                    [ p r e s s u r e  ]      ;      when your heart is just an organ                    that pumps blood;                           when it’s all                                 just serotonin                and                     dopamine                                  to the point   you can be with whoever seems to be    most practical          at any given moment –                                     *   a movie script       //       sheet music      you follow a standardized protocol                     and if you feel it                     no longer serves you                               purpose         you turn it all off –           at the mere switch                of a button.

“On / Off Switch”, by M.A. Tempels © 2017 (via definegodliness)

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