Deganis.

Deganis Teach me your way, O LORD, and I will walk in your truth; give me an undivided heart, that I may fear your name. I will praise you, O Lord my God, with all my heart; I will glorify your name forever. — Psalm 86:11-12 Karine, 19, Brazil.

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"When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love." Marcus Aurelius

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It’s a bigger picture and you can’t photoshop me out

Woman at a window (1822), Caspar David Friedrich / Sideline Story, J. Cole

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If you marry me you need to know I might stay up till 3am because my thoughts will wander through my mind. I might be in bed with opened eyes and a drum beating within my chest. There might be nights my heart bangs so loudly you wouldn’t be able to sleep. If you marry me you need to know there are going to be mornings I am going to wake up with a bruise mind and purple thoughts. My lips would be sealed together and words wouldn’t exit my mouth. There are going to be days when my quietness can scare you. If you marry me you need to know there are going to be days when my soul changes colors, and you wouldn’t recognize me because the one you met is lost in darkness. If you marry me you need to know there are going to be days my words will shake and my lungs will break. There will be days you’ll become my time capsule and I might fill your mind with all my thoughts and you might feel like there’s a bomb ticking inside your head. If you marry me you need to know there are going to be days I am going to love too much, and the thing is I am so so so scared because if you marry me I don’t want our love to drown in the seven seas, I don’t want to construct a family and have the builders destroy it. I don’t want to watch the kids suffer and feel emptiness obstruct them from happiness…………because that’s what happened to me.

Alexa Evangelista (via godmoves)

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When I practice my sermons, I sometimes pull up a chair right in front of me.I picture the 15 year old kid whose parents are divorced and who wants to kill himself everyday and hates everyone at school. I picture the single mom who lost custody of her children because she can’t hold down a job in this economy and drinks herself to sleep every night. I picture the hard-hearted religious hypocrite who sings loudly every Sunday at his church but goes home to beat his kids. I think of my future wife, my future children, I think of the historical figures in the Bible sitting there hearing my preaching. I’m not about to yell in someone’s face who has real issues that need real help.It’s great to sound passionate. But what does real passion sound like?It sounds like a man nailed to a cross whispering forgiveness over his own murderers. It sounds like a man raised to life calling for the disciple who betrayed him so he could reinstate him back to fruitful ministry. It sounds like Jesus weeping over Jerusalem, angry at a temple for turning God’s house into a consumer’s playground, raising a young girl to life with the words, “It’s time to wake up now, honey.”I’m fine with loud preaching, but what are we loud about?

J.S. from this post

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