Dumplin’ (2018) dir. Anne Fletcher

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Dumplin’ (2018) dir. Anne Fletcher
“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”
— Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran
"Sometimes your insecurities and your inexperience may lead you, too, to embrace other people's expectations, standards, and values. But you can harness that inexperience to carve out your own path, one that is free of the burden of knowing how things are supposed to be, a path that is defined by its own particular set of reasons... Achievement is wonderful when you know why you're doing it. And when you don't know, it can be a terrible trap."
Natalie Portman, Harvard Commencement 2015
Why do you put your self-esteem in the hands of complete strangers?
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Been drowning myself in television and feeling my brain become dull
Being in a hurry. Getting to the next thing without fully entering the thing in front of me. I cannot think of a single advantage I've ever gained from being in a hurry. But a thousand broken and missed things, tens of thousands, lie in the wake of all the rushing... Through all that haste I thought I was making up time. It turns out I was throwing it away.
Ann Voskamp
Veronika G
Listening to a Pandora playlist consisting of Coldplay, The Script, and Lifehouse while texting my friends with my untouched packet of notes in front of me. It oddly makes me reminisce about high school days of being unproductive. As I’m smiling in remembrance, I’m wondering if they were actually unproductive at all.
Prayer found by a Dead Child at Ravensbrück Concentration Camp
O Lord, remember not only the men and woman of good will, but also those of ill will. but do not remember all of the suffering they have inflicted upon us: instead remember the fruits we bought, thanks to this suffering – our fellowship, our loyalty to one another, our humility, the courage, the generosity, the greatness of heart that has grown from this trouble. When our persecutors come to be judged by you, let all of these fruits that we have borne be their forgiveness. Amen.
A fire worth burning
In a world that is loud and harsh,
Lord let me remember gentleness;
Let me remember that if I raise myself up,
It is only so that my loved ones,
Sitting on my shoulders, can have a nicer view;
If I yell, let it be to empower, not to shame.
Let me utter battle cries, not declarations of war;
Let me provision my time and energy toward quieter pursuits:
Toward letter and type, and basil garnishes on tiny porcelain plates
And though there is love in photographs
Let me not be too distracted by the preservation of life
That I might dismiss the living of life
Let each second be full and conscious, lost to the passing of time,
Each second burned to warm me, or my friends, or to kindle a greater fire
To kindle a fire worth burning.
The Growth of Autumn
“I was sitting out on my deck one day and it was February, the middle of winter. We live in the woods in North Carolina and they’re all hardwood trees, so when it’s barren, it’s barren; you can just see forever. And the Holy Spirit said, “Don’t you love how far you can see?” And I said, “What?” And He’s like, “Look through. Look how far you can see right now. Don’t you love the clarity that winter brings?” And He said, “Do you feel anxiety in the trees? Do they feel anxious that they will never bloom again?” And I said, “Lord, of course they don’t.” And He said, “I want to teach you something about this. There’s a confidence and a security in my heart. Do not misinterpret this season.”
I thought about how ridiculous it would be to run into the woods in the middle of winter and say, “Don’t worry! Spring will come! You’ll bloom again.” Because they’re so rooted and grounded, they know they’re gonna bloom again. It’s because they get the necessity of seasons of rest and barrenness to the fruitfulness of their spring and harvest.” -Melissa Helser
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From as far as I can remember, I used to always be in awe of the breathtaking beauty of autumn and attributed much of my inclination towards this particular season to the vast colors of the leaves and the crispness of the wind. The greenness of leaves throughout the majority of the year seem to blend into the background towards the end of summer, mainly because I’m so used to seeing them in my everyday passings. I think that’s another reason why autumn is so fascinating; the green leaves that I’m so accustomed to suddenly turn red or orange or yellow, only to fall shortly after their change.
I’ve been reflecting in the current “season” that I’m in, honestly vying for the days when I know that it’s coming to an end so that I can rejoice and perhaps in hindsight, understand why I had to plow on through for so long. Questions that come to mind include, “Why is it taking so long, Lord?” “Are you actually doing anything in this season?” “I don’t see the change in my heart. I don’t see the absolute importance of this.” And after long nights and difficult mornings filled with tears and sorrows and frustrations, He turned my attention towards the beauty of autumn. I’ve lived through twenty two autumns (five of which probably don’t exist in my memory bank) and I realized that I never understood the process that occurs behind the color change of leaves, which ultimately lead to the barrenness of winter.
The process behind autumn foliage officially starts as the days get shorter and the nights get longer; they refer to this as a “growth process”. Apparently, the leaves are sensitive to the length of these nights and consequently a layer called the “abscission layer” begins to form between the leaves and the branches. This layer slowly blocks the flow of nutrients from the roots to the leaves, eventually halting the production of chlorophyll, which gives leaves its green color. It’s at this point when the autumn colors of leaves are revealed. As the season continues, the connection between the leaves and branches get so weak that they break off, causing the fall of leaves signaling winter.
I can’t imagine what it must be like for trees to lose parts of them that contributed to their natural beauty and identity; as young kids, when we draw trees, they are rarely drawn without their green leaves! But I can’t help but wonder about the importance of this process that occurs year after year, leading to the season of barrenness… this process that begins when the nights become longer, when the nutrients to our security blankets are diminished, and when our ultimate barrenness forces us to face our own nakedness. What’s really there? What’s really been growing in the depths of our cores? Will we be afraid of it? Or will we understand the importance of being stripped of false securities and idols year after year until we are face to face with the One who is the mastermind behind the growth of autumn?
Elissa Ribant
Take the world, but give me Jesus
Take the world, but give me Jesus All its joys are but a name; But His Love abideth ever, Through eternal years the same.
Take the world, but give me Jesus Sweetest comfort of my soul; With my Savior watching over me, I can sing though billows roll.
Take the world, but give me Jesus Let me view His constant smile; Then throughout my pilgrim journey Light will cheer me all the while.
Take the world, but give me Jesus In His cross my trust shall be. Till, with clearer, brighter vision, Face to Face my Lord I see.
Sarah Edwards on her husband’s passing
My very dear child,
What shall I say? A holy and good God has covered us with a dark cloud.
The Lord has done it. He has made me adore his goodness, that we had him so long. But my God lives; and he has my heart.
O what a legacy my husband, and your father, has left us! We are all given to God; and there I am, and love to be.
Your ever affectionate mother,
Sarah Edwards
(photo by cturn3r)
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