Prone To Wander

To live is Christ. // A twenty something lost in translation.

[misterclaremontdiaz]

enoughtohold:

If he builds a wall, I’ll grow up and tear it DOWN by Abigail Gorden

Protest against Donald Trump, Los Angeles, November 12, 2016

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[thequotejournals]

I must learn to love the fool in me - the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.

Theodore Isaac Rubin  (via goodwinmacalister)

[a-joyfuljourney]

[ruinedchildhood]

[godlywoman]

It is our trials that develop godly character in us because when we are faced with trials, all of the flaws in our character that hinder us from becoming like Christ are revealed.

Beginning at The End (via godlywoman)

[ryanpernofski]

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

[tinarannosaurus]

[deeplifequotes]

I find it really beautiful when someone prays for you without you knowing. I don’t think there’s any form of deeper and purer love.

(via alittlebitsouthern)

[purplebuddhaproject]

The most important thing in all human relationships is conversation, but people don’t talk anymore, they don’t sit down to talk and listen. They go to the theater, the cinema, watch television, listen to the radio, read books, but they almost never talk. If we want to change the world, we have to go back to a time when warriors would gather around a fire and tell stories.

 Paulo Coelho (via both-seeker-and-sought)

[revivedco]

Worship is not an experience. Worship is an act, and this takes discipline. We are to worship “in spirit and in truth.” Never mind about the feelings. We are to worship in spite of them.

Elisabeth Elliot (via faithwillstand)

[sheremainsamystery]

I keep looking at a blank screen, wishing that words would magically appear that could describe my heart, encapture my mind, and fully describe everything I’m feeling. I’ve had this blog for so long. My teenage angst is scribbled somewhere in the past. And as I write this I imagine my teenage self ranting away about the woes of life, struggling to define myself. And now here I am years later staring at the same website still wondering who I am, still longing to be better understood, still rambling about the woes of life. 

Better yet, am I good enough for this life? 

Day in and day out I remind myself to gaze at the cross, I preach to my heart to trust in Jesus, to long for Jesus, to be desperate for His presence. And some days it is so hard to cling to his hand and even harder to call out his name. So I settle with reaching for the hem of His robe. And as He turns and looks at me I am awakened to who I am. 

And then I forget and it starts over. But he never wearies with calling me Beautiful, Redeemed. Never tires in waking me from this slumber “Little girl, get up!”

Oh, King. Summon me. Cradle me in your arms. Help me arise. When I’m in Your presence, I don’t see my brokenness anymore. 

[sheremainsamystery]

My fickle heart--

I know I've been on hiatus and that I kind of just disappeared from this website without a trace. Well I got on today and was greeted by some messages and so I figured I owed you one last hoorah. Whoever you are, whoever may be reading this, you beautiful person, thank you for visiting, and if you're new you've got maybe 6 years of my blogging to catch up on. It's 2015 and I'm 23 and life is peachy this sunny February afternoon. I came to a crossroads a few months ago, my faith was shaking and, my heart just felt empty and I knew why and so I had to make a decision. And so I chose to put down social media and put down my phone and put down that which bound me so strongly to the world. And I began to pick up the Word, a cup of coffee with a friend, and little prayers throughout the day. My life had begun to be consumed with appearing the right way online, I was struggling to get a taste of Internet affection, meanwhile pushing away those familiar people around me and losing connection with my Father in heaven. My reality became engrossed in social media and I had to walk away. My flesh is weak and I've come to realize that even more. I was in a grip, in a spell, bound up by what I thought would satisfy me. I was so unaware and oh so unsatisfied. So to ensure no more damage would be done, I quit tumblr and I quit social media. I loved every moment and every person I met on here but for now the curtain has closed. I pray the best for each of you!! Take advantage of every single day. See you again soon. 

-Kayla  

[pureblyss]

I’m sorry if I never held your hand when you needed it more than whatever words I said to try to fix the things that only God could touch.

Hannah Brencher (source)

[perpetual-grace]

We shall draw nearer to God, not by trying to avoid the sufferings inherent in all loves, but by accepting them and offering them to Him; throwing away all defensive armour. If our hearts need to be broken, and if He chooses this as the way in which they should break, so be it.

C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (via perpetual-grace)

[larmoyante]

You are imperfect, you are wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging.

Brené Brown  (via larmoyante)