sinking in the ocean of Grace

Hannah. 20. CA. ✝

[jspark3000]

The entire Bible goes out of its way to lift up the widow, the orphan, the foreigner, and the poor. God loved the “inconvenient.” If you’re not for them, you’re certainly not for the Bible, and the whole irony of it is that I’m pretty sure Jesus died for both them and for you, too.

[rachelmellema]

We cannot pray in love and live in hate and still think we are worshipping God.

A.W. Tozer (via fearlessproverbs)

[sunshine-cafe]

[birdasaurus]

[wordsnquotes]

Be of good heart.

Vincent van Gogh, “Letter to Theo Van Gogh” January 1873 (via wordsnquotes)

[arcticidiot-deactivated20150702]

Visit Original Link

[intersouls]

The Arctic Monkeys - I wanna be yours (slightly slower version)

Even dreamier

[haifa-alarifi]

[gattsu]

me @ anything ever: it’s like that one episode of spongebob

[thelocalwanderer]

its the freakin’ lonnnnng weekend 

[chelsieautumn]

the clumsy start of adolescence,
the glue that mends our broken remnants,
an overwhelming sense of reverence,
it’s a glimpse of light in a mine of gold.

the setting sun through open windows,
the honoring of every shadow,
a gratitude for all that follows,
it’s a glimpse of light in a mine of gold.

[eliego]

[thedigimomsx]

We Need to Stop Saying “Babies Ruin Bodies”

by Ntima Preusser

Before I became pregnant, someone told me, “don’t have a baby, babies ruin your body.” 

It has been over a year since Anabel began her life. This time last year she was a microscopic speck inside me, and we were announcing our pregnancy. Between then and now, I have gained and lost fifty pounds. Four months after her birth, and my body still carries proof of her existence.

I have dark pools under my eyes. A valley where my belly button once was. Hips with a new amplitude that my teenage self wouldn’t recognize. I have lines mapped across the mountains of stretched skins left over on my midsection. Lightning bolts on my sides proving I was once too small to contain all of the love that filled me. Lines indicating that my daughter once lived inside of me.

Do you realize the significance in that? Every limb, finger, toe…her heart, even, developed near the very place my own heart beats inside of my chest. Those mountains of skin are all I have left to prove that we were once one and not two.

How can I be ashamed of that?

I have so much to say about seeing my grandfather’s eyes embedded into the sockets, and under the brows and lashes of her father’s. I see the seventeen year old boy I fell in love with, and my grandpa as a child all at once every time she looks up at me. She even wears my ears and my chin. The two very things I cursed having the most growing up. Not much makes me feel more beautiful than seeing tiny renditions of those same features on Anabel, and realizing just how special they are. 

My body grew that. 

Not everybody has that privilege.

Sure my belly is a bit softer nowadays, but the way it moves when I jump up and down sends my girl into fits of giggles. And yeah, my hips are hardly as narrow as they used to be, but they sure know the perfect figure-8 motion to sway her to sleep. My twenty-one year old hair is even beginning to gray, but not much soothes her more than my hair between her little fingers.

I am not something flawless in the eyes of society, or even close to what I once was physically, but my perfect girl sees me for who I am. 

To her, I hang the moon. 

She knows  my heart - she knew it long before we met. 

And she loves me for it.

I cannot tell you how much worth and validation I feel because of that truth. 

My body is only a vessel for my spirit. An incredible vessel. It is strong, well, able, and undefeated.

My body is full of life.

My body is powerful. 

My body made me a mother. 

If anything, I was ruined by the world before I knew her, and she made me whole again. 

*Cue Katy Perry’s “Roar” here.*

[hannaoliviaway]

😭

[tblaberge]

Sometimes I look at people who don’t see their worth in Christ, and I just think about how God actually breathed life into dust, making something wonderful out of something worthless. All of creation, God has been bringing value to the valueless, hope to the hopeless, and life into the lifeless. Don’t you dare look at yourself and deny what God sees you as, because to Him, you are the very air in His lungs giving Him life; He died and rose again, so that you may be with Him forever. Come now, sons and daughters, to the place that God has made for you; because He is not simply telling you to not sin, He is calling you home.

T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via tblaberge)

[livingby]

[imbradenolsen]

good times with good people

[hipster-and-thoughts]

[flowury]