A lovely daze...

Allow love to spread like a wildfire. #PoemsAndOtherStuff #worship

[alovelyydaze]

[alovelyydaze]

Never give up.

[theclivechronicles]

He could, if He chose, repair our bodies miraculously without food; or give us food without the aid of farmers, bakers, and butchers; or knowledge without the aid of learned men; or convert the heathen without missionaries. Instead, He allows soil and weather and animals and the muscles, minds, and wills of men to cooperate in the execution of His will.

C.S. Lewis, “The Efficacy of Prayer” (via theclivechronicles)

[perrfectly]

It’s about living in the moment and appreciating the smallest things. Surrounding yourself with the things that inspire you and letting go of the obsessions that want to take over your mind. It is a daily struggle sometimes and hard work but happiness begins with your own attitude and how you look at the world.

Gretchen Rubin, The Happiness Project (via perrfectly)

[fyp-psychology]

Psychology is not just the study of weakness and damage; it is also the study of strength and virtue. Treatment is not just fixing what is broken; it is nurturing what is best within us.

Martin Seligman (via fyp-psychology)

[godlywoman]

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not shouting, “I am saved.” I’m whispering, “I get lost.” That is why I chose this way.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I don’t speak of this with pride. I’m confessing that I stumble and need someone to be my guide.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not trying to be strong. I’m professing that I am weak and pray for strength to carry on.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not bragging of success. I’m admitting I have failed and cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not claiming to be perfect. My flaws are too visible but God believes I’m worth it.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I still feel the sting of pain. I have my share of heartaches, which is why I seek HIS name.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I do not wish to judge. I have no authority. I only know I’m loved.

—Author unknown

[womanintheword]

I love this. 

[quotemadness]

I must have flowers, always and always.

Claude Monet (via quotemadness)

[poetryandthesea]

Not even Monet would have been able to create a masterpiece like you.

// artwork j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

[misunderstoodramblings]

07.20.17

I haven’t hated my body Since we broke up- Yet, I have sipped that beer You never wanted me to drink, And worn those baggy jeans you hated.

I haven’t kissed another man’s lips Since yours suffocated mine- Yet, I have danced in a bar To music that you’d call shallow With people that you’d despise.

I haven’t judged my family For faults that only you’d see, Yet, I have laid in their warm embraces While they dried my tears on their sleeves.

I haven’t stood in a corner crying on my birthday As you spit venom at me disguised as a whisper. Yet, I have laughed without guilt, And recognized my own voice.

I haven’t swallowed that pill You forced on me every night- Refusing to respect my wishes, And only caring about yours. Yet, I have found a new vice That comes in the form of pens and poetry.

I haven’t felt less than Since we broke up-

Yet, I have only begun To stitch and sew my torn insides back together, And forget the man who ripped them apart.

-C.A.

[alovelyydaze]

THIS.

[beartreadway]

Fence Frames

[alovelyydaze]

Like Confetti.

You call for me whenever I’m in town. When ever I’m with in reach you go to grasp for me, to touch me, to feel me, but instead of reaching me, you get burnt with your own rage as I pull away.

I can tell she’s not satisfying you. She’s not fulfilling you. Not exciting you.

I know by the way you kiss me. The way your hands travel my body trying to memorize it, the way you slide in and your face screams to never be let out. The way your moans tell me you miss me.

I know you search for me in her body, and I know she tries to be all that you need.

But she’s not me and you’ll never feel me again.

You’ll search and all you’ll find is bits of me, never all.

[alovelyydaze]

Being broke is a choice.

I don’t understand how you can love two people at once.

How you can spend one night with one and another night with another.

How does it feel okay to go back and forth?

How can you look them in the eye and say you love them… to both?

How can you touch them in places no one else gets to see and feel okay with feeling two souls loving you, knowing all you’re doing is bringing poison into their hearts.

You can not love two at once.

Only the broken feel no remorse to hurt others.

Their shattered heart, like a disease, will try to spread and shatter others.

-but, being broken is a choice.

[wnq-writers]

We must be broken, Again And again; It is how we grow.

Pola Fanous (via wnq-writers)

[reclaimingherpower]

If this isn’t relationship goals I don’t know what is..

[alovelyydaze]

Two worshippers with the heart to worship God together. 💙#goals

[lockedlockedlocked]

I can see the ivy Reaching through the wall ‘Cause You’ll stop at nothing To heal my broken soul I can see the ivy Growing through the wall ‘Cause You’ll stop at nothing To heal my broken soul

Kari Jobe, The Garden (via godsradicaldaughter)

[sonsoflightdaughtersofday]

[thesovereignword]