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Chrysanthemum ~ Piet Mondrian
Wow. "I can't come to your wedding because I'm jealous that she is the one who gets to marry you." oh my word. Where did that come from? And, why did you have to tell me that?
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tandle23 so many feels
Compassion is the foundation of everything positive, and everything good. If you carry the power of compassion to the marketplace and the dinner table, you can make your life really count.
Rue McClanahan (via animal-rights-quotes)
"In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.”
Patrick Ness, The Ask and the Answer (via bibliophilebunny)
"But you don’t look deaf!"
I had to re-film the video. I still kept the post-it.
By Ray Collins
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Today, I felt the beginning of winter. I've been busting a gut over the past couple of weeks, and just stopping this weekend - at home, with the parents and the dog - has just pushed me over the edge. Winter slapped into me with the weight of a crashing wave. Now, I'm cold, ill and tired. Roll on spring.
This is terrifying. From my speech class. #William #Shakespeare
And she said, "I can't abide reading Shakespeare. It's just a long list of famous quotes"
You know what's really funny? That I'd lived in this city for 10 years and never met you. All of those hours, just praying and pleading that there would be someone out there with a similar heart for hospitality and "just getting things done". I'm glad that we've finally met, bonded. cried and prayed.
I had this kind of image in my head yesterday when we kneeled in that upper room. An image of the three of us wandering along a winding path. All enjoying the company of the others. Laughing, listening, loving. But then He, the third member of the party, stopped us, and lifted our eyes to the distance. Our flat path, our good journey, our hours that felt like minutes, was suddenly soon-to-be-over.
Hard work will come. Trying to traverse those distant peaks. Trying to lay a path for the LORD. Finding those little playful sheep perched perilously on the minutest of ledges. But we must go. What will our new paths look like? Probably less manicured and well-trodden as our former stalking ground. But we must press on to seek and save those lost from the path. To welcome them in, not matter what the cost. I'm with you buddy.
How to do turn this broken frame, into a mansion worthy of a King.
Night Shift - {By GT} | {Follow on 500px}
At the moment, I feel a certain affinity with puddles. For most, they are stagnant pools of water, better used elsewhere, constrained from flowing - what they are meant to do. I feel a certain affinity with puddles. The hustle and bustle of life is wearing me down at the moment. I come back dazed and ready only for a glass. I'm stagnant, not flowing. I'm there in the curb, not breezing through the meander. Liberate me. Give me a reason to move again. Help me break past these walls that hem me in, that contain me and my vital flows. Release me, so that I can roar down the path that gravity ordained. Before I am stepped on, broken apart, splashed into a thousand pieces ending up God only knows where.
When the Canadians woke up this morning, they didn’t imagine the blue lights and gun shots or the heavy smell of gunpowder. Yesterday I bled from my mouth in a meeting with a Government minister. I felt the red drip-drip of it, glad I wasn’t wearing a white dress. Are we ever truly expecting...
In the Storm by David Wynia
There's something powerful about expectation.
Heavy rains lash many parts of Gujarat by AFP
I haven't felt like this in a while.
Church of the Nativity - Located in the heart of Bethlehem, Palestine, the Church of the Nativity sits atop the Grotto, the holy site associated with the cave in which Jesus was born. This is one of the oldest surviving Christian churches in the world.
Top: Interior of the church.
Bottom: A woman kneels to pray at the Grotto, the traditional birthplace of Jesus, which is marked by a star in the church.
There can be nothing more fitting than kneeling as you enter the space that a baby was born at over two thousand years ago...
La Fleur des Murailles. on We Heart It.
In your unfailing love preserve my life, that I may obey the statutes of your mouth.
It's been so refreshing looking back at the journey over the last couple of years. From worrying about singleness to being engaged. From being distant, intense and distant again in the walk of faith. Just sharing your feelings is a great form of care.