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Keni
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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NASA
Xuebing Du
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“Five Sparrows” may just be the coolest thing you’ve ever heard. A killer dance track with the blended flavor of A.R. Rahman (the composer for Slumdog Millionaire) and the words of Luke 12:6-7 - you know what, just turn it on, turn it up, and bask in the awesomeness already.
I will see this season through, I will fix my eyes on You. Only You.
“Belong” is an anthem for all of us. It pairs arena rock sensibility with a yearning for acceptance and community, Worship Pastor Lee Younger sings out each of our deepest longing: Take me to the place that I belong.
i’ve started sleeping all the time, or just lying in bed really because i’m still not that good at sleeping. life is better but i’m worse. and that’s odd to me. loneliness is rolls in like a storm, but even human connection doesn’t stand against it. relationships are a weird thing, i am giving more than i get, and i know that one day a reward comes from that. but i don’t know how to be with my own thoughts anymore. i’m always trying to escape them. always trying to be someone, or somewhere else.
I don’t know how to say Things are hard and my thoughts are messy Instead I say ‘My week has been busy’ And 'work has been hard’
I don’t know what your reaction Would be to 'I struggle to get out of bed’ And 'I love Jesus but I still feel hopeless’ 'Maybe His light isn’t enough for me’
I don’t know who you think I am Or who you are to me So I keep it inside Whilst not doing a thing to hide it On the outside I know it shows
I don’t know when this will subside I just know that life’s not that busy And work would be easier If I knew how to share How to trust
How to say 'My hands itch to carve my skin’ 'My thoughts run ragged around my brain’ And 'I love Jesus but I don’t know about anything else anymore’
why does love have to be forever for it to be valid
Four weeks: the man I only saw four times but his words still run circle around my brain. Ten years: the lady next door who loved me like her own granddaughter; until she passed away. Six months: the guy with the dreadlocks, mysterious and distance yet my heart leapt into his hands. Five days: the winter romance, coffee everyday. Three years: the teacher using her lunch break to help us get a passing grade. These were not forever but their hearts still shared beats with mine and that’s reason enough to believe that one day love might just break all the rules and last for eternity.
It’s almost midnight. I’m too awake to sleep. I’m feel hyped and alive. Oh so alive. It’s miraculous really. So alive at night yet so exhausted during the day. Here I am life and love and hope coursing through my veins, running through my brain. Turn my thoughts to you, tune my heart, my ears to hear you. Speak to me, here now in the middle of this night. I’m too awake to sleep, let your life fill me, let your words be what my hope clings to. Oh so alive.
Things He says.
Because You are.
brave & courageous
I miss you, my love I hope I’m not too late, babe Can we start again?
To my friends: I want to apologise for those times when I said I would pray for you and I didn’t. The times that you asked to have coffee, and I was too ‘busy’. The moments that I could’ve asked you how you were doing; but I didn’t because I was afraid of your answer. When I wasn’t the friend that you needed me to be. To my family: I’m sorry for the times I yelled back at you in anger, when you were doing the best you could. For the moments when I didn’t give you a chance to explain, when I brushed off your expressions of love for me. I’m sorry for not taking the time to try to answer your questions about this God that I know. To my acquaintances and the people I pass on the street: I’m sorry for turning away, for rushing past and trying not to see your brokenness. I’m sorry for the stares, and the judgements I formed, even though we’ve never met. I’m sorry for the times when I’ve said, verbally or not; ‘I’m Christian’ but I haven’t acted that way. I’m sorry for not loving, forgiving, and serving you the way that He does me. I’m just like you, a sinner, with struggles and faults, I’m sorry for ever holding myself above. His grace and mercy are the only reasons I’m still here, asking for your forgiveness, saying that I’m a sinner and I’m starting fresh, trying each day, not to say that ‘I’m Christian’, but to love, serve and forgive like Christ has done to me.
An apology letter. (via brydeewrites)
It's not too late. You've still got time. To run that race, take that job across town, or change the colour of your hair. It's not too late you've still got time. Write that book, face that fear, hold your loved ones close. It's not too late you've still got time. Spill that secret, create a fresh moment to remember, dance around to your favourite tune. It's not too late you've still got time. Chase your dream, run to catch that flight, listen to the stories of those who pass you by. It's not too late. You've still got time.
I’m clinging to the promise that the Lord has not finished with me yet. I will walk through the hard times, through the struggle and the pain, because I know I am not alone in those times. And I know that the Lord is working all things together for my good, even when I can’t see it, and when I struggle to believe it. He is not finished with me.
To my friends: I want to apologise for those times when I said I would pray for you and I didn’t. The times that you asked to have coffee, and I was too ‘busy’. The moments that I could’ve asked you how you were doing; but I didn’t because I was afraid of your answer. When I wasn’t the friend that you needed me to be. To my family: I’m sorry for the times I yelled back at you in anger, when you were doing the best you could. For the moments when I didn’t give you a chance to explain, when I brushed off your expressions of love for me. I’m sorry for not taking the time to try to answer your questions about this God that I know. To my acquaintances and the people I pass on the street: I’m sorry for turning away, for rushing past and trying not to see your brokenness. I’m sorry for the stares, and the judgements I formed, even though we’ve never met. I’m sorry for the times when I’ve said, verbally or not; ‘I’m Christian’ but I haven’t acted that way. I’m sorry for not loving, forgiving, and serving you the way that He does me. I’m just like you, a sinner, with struggles and faults, I’m sorry for ever holding myself above. His grace and mercy are the only reasons I’m still here, asking for your forgiveness, saying that I’m a sinner and I’m starting fresh, trying each day, not to say that ‘I’m Christian’, but to love, serve and forgive like Christ has done to me.
An apology letter. (via brydeewrites)
