[notgreatbob]

''i wasted those years'' who cares. you lived the only life you could've lived in those moments

[hustlerodent]

Reminder to myself!

[cheshmenoor]

[kosmogrl]

baby girl I can complicate situations you’ve never even thought of

[chirhos]

no, you are not "running from God". He's in front of you

[chirhos]

you're running laps on a track and He is sitting in the inner field waiting for you to tire yourself out and come sit with Him

[slimeful]

every forest is enchanted btw. stop being stupid and look with your eyes

[violetsbookshelf]

Pointe Skirt by Darinika Atelier

[coffeeonthelawn]

megan moroney is a stronger woman than me bc the rush hour traffic does get to me

[traditional-latin-math]

Live footage of Heaven when you go to confession, even if you are confessing the same things you confessed last time.

[coffeeonthelawn]

i may not know what the bridge of a song is musically but i do know it’s

when taylor swift goes off

when madfit makes you squat repeatedly

[sioltach]

Ummmm sometimes you dread the weight of your life and other times it is an early morning in april and there are 5 species of birds singing and also the sun is shining through the baby leaves. Btw

[lanternburning19]

[catbritta]

i love listening to song on repeat!!!!! reblog if you love listening to song on repeat!!!!!!!!!

[luxangelae]

Today, all creation rejoices. Heaven declares it, the earth is renewed, and even the depths of Hades tremble for:

“Christ is Risen!”

“Truly, He is Risen!”

[tomicscomics]

04/12/2020

When someone needs guidance, Jesus rises to the occasion.

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[apesoformythoughts]

The ancient greyness shifted  Suddenly and thinned  Like mist upon the moors  Before a wind.  An old, old prophet lifted  A shining face and said:  “He will be coming soon.  The Son of God is dead;  He died this afternoon.” 

A murmurous excitement stirred  All souls.  They wondered if they dreamed—  Save one old man who seemed  Not even to have heard. 

And Moses standing,  Hushed them all to ask  If any had a welcome song prepared.  If not, would David take the task?  And if they cared  Could not the three young children sing  The Benedicite, the canticle of praise  They made when God kept them from perishing  In the fiery blaze? 

A breath of spring surprised them,  Stilling Moses’ words.  No one could speak, remembering  The first fresh flowers,  The little singing birds.  Still others thought of fields new ploughed  Or apple trees  All blossom-boughed.  Or some, the way a dried bed fills  With water  Laughing down green hills.  The fisherfolk dreamed of the foam  On bright blue seas.  The one old man who had not stirred  Remembered home. 

And there He was  Splendid as the morning sun and fair  As only God is fair.  And they, confused with joy,  Knelt to adore  Seeing that he wore  Five crimson stars  He never had before.  No canticle at all was sung.  None toned a psalm, or raised a greeting song.  A silent man alone  Of all that throng  Found tongue—  Not any other.  Close to His heart  When the embrace was done,  Old Joseph said,  “How is Your Mother,  How is Your Mother, Son?” 

— “Limbo” by Sister Mary Ada

[keendaanmaa]

@imissthembutitwasntadisaster

[sacredlitany]

The Son of Heaven rose again! O, trampled death! Where is your sting? The angels roar for Christ the King!

[kalahs-beautiful-realm]

Art by, Alaxander Andreyevich Ivanov [1806-1858] Russian.

(Christ Appearance to Mary Magdalene after the Resurrection) 1835 oil on canvas