This is it pansit!

Philippians 3:14

[breanna-lynn]

I want to reach for God the way I reach for my phone. When I’m bored, when I’m uncomfortable, when I need answers or entertainment, when I’m lonely and need someone to talk to.

Cory Asbury (via breanna-lynn)

[god-loves-u-sweetheart]

Never assume that God doesn’t want you to be open and honest about what’s weighing on your soul. This is a relationship. He hears you.

God’s daily love (via god-loves-u-sweetheart)

[marieleano]

There's this void in us, a gaping hole that no one could ever fulfill but Jesus.

[marieleano]

His grace is like an ocean.

I feel uncomfortable when it comes to favors. I greatly feel indebted to people who genuinely gives their time or effort to me. As a compensation and a sign of my appreciation, I try to outdo what they give me.

And right now, I am just reminded where all these things are coming from…

He has always been working behind the curtains, orchestrating things for my good. It is indeed humbling. Humbling to know that someone who loves me so much continues to watch over me, bless me despite all my iniquities and failures over the past.

I complain and tend to forget how favored I am. And whenever that hits me, it hits me in the face. Something worse than a truth slap. How can I even try to compensate the things He does for me or make a way to return the favor?

This things taught me how to be obedient little by little and His rewards for it are a hundred-fold. Like what? What now? What did I just do to deserve all these things? It never fails to boggle my mind that I don’t know what to do anymore but to feel overwhelmed and tell to myself that we will never be able to out-give Him.

This is crazy. His love is crazy

[marieleano]

This is my thought space. I have rightfully put up a platform as an outlet for my unsettling habit of thinking. Delving into every twist and turn of my brain matter without bothering someone’s inner zen.

Finally, a space where I can monopolize freely.

[marieleano]

My head feels heavy like a brain tumor is growing out of it. I contemplate about life and what to do next. I feel tired over and over again incurable by rest, naps or sleep.

I desperately need a bowl of cereal and a dozen of donut right now.

[marieleano]

And I crave that feeling of discovering something new about myself, It fascinates and amazes me every time, in that short moment, i leave my dormant way of life and feel limitless.

[wnq-writers]

She was a lot of things. She was sweet. She was mean. She was afraid, yet so brave. She was wild, but so serene. Her quietude covered her craziness. She was a world of mixes, a universe of contradictories, but she did it so perfectly, with so much elegance. She was neither pretty nor distasteful, just the right amount of beauty to make you fall immensely and completely in love with her. She was the beautiful sky filled with dull gray clouds. She was many things in a world so cruel. But mostly she was hurt, she didn’t know where she belonged. She didn’t know where she stood on the scale of hot to cold. She was one thing and then the next. She wanted to be certain of who she was. She didn’t know the feeling of in between. She was either extraordinarily passionate or distastefully nothing. She just wanted to be something in a world full of nothings. She was many things. But mostly she was just broken.

thezeediaries  (via wnq-writers)

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