Change.

"I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me." -Galatians 2:20

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光るなら／Goose house

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I fucking miss you

The past is stirring a craving in me that I can't quite satisfy these days... It's eating at me pretty rough, and I am so sad.

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😦

Yeah, same.

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Ah.

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Man..

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This is so important, and we need to talk about this. 

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Lord, have Your way with this “blog”

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My name's Mitchell Celicious and I have a story to write.

Me

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I can’t stop thinking about Elijah sitting underneath the juniper tree & asking God to die.  God sent an angel who says, “This journey is too much for you.” & that he must eat & Elijah does, then rests.  He wakes up still feeling hopeless, & the angel repeats himself.  

It took Elijah longer than he wanted to get better.  Sometimes we want to move but we can’t.  Sometimes the journey is too much.  It is not a sin to understand your limitations.  Start there, get stronger, then get up.

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I feel guilty that the original post has a misquote, & so I’ve now revised it. The quote of the angel was off, but the rest was still an appropriate summary & my same commentary.  Sorry, sorry.

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I laid it down in silence,

     This work of mine,

And took what had been sent me—

     A resting time.

The Master’s voice had called me

     To rest apart;

“Apart with Jesus only,”

     Echoed my heart.

I took the rest and stillness

     From His own hand,

And felt this present illness

     Was what He planned.

How often we choose labor,

     When He says “Rest” —

Our ways are blind and crooked;

     His way is best. 

Work He Himself has given,

     He will complete.

There may be other errands

     For tired feet;

There may be other duties

     For tired hands,

The present, is obedience

     To His commands.

There is a blessed resting

     In lying still, 

In letting His hand mold us,

     Just as He will.

His work must be completed.

     His lesson set;

He is the Master Workman:

     Do not forget!

It is not only “working”

     We must be trained;

And Jesus “learned” obedience, 

     Through suffering gained.

For us, His yoke is easy, 

     His burden light.

His discipline most needful,

     And all is right.

We are to be His servants; 

     We never choose

If this tool or if that one

     Our hands will use.

In working or in waiting

     May we fulfill

Not ours at all, but only

     The Master’s will!

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Friends who wrote a song. It’s chill. Truly, I would go back to Texas just to listen to Chris play his guitar all. 

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Man.

A sad boy’s insides

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Practicing. It’s getting there hahaha

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Nehemiah said, “Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared. This day is holy to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.”

NIV

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Power.

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Your majesty...

A boy on a boat during sunrise

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It’s been a little sad

I spent the morning wanting to watch the sun rise with someone, but I didn’t have a friend to ask. Wow.