falling falling falling
falling falling falling
3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, 4 who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. 5 For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also abounds through Christ.
2 Corinthians 1:3-5 (NKJV)
it is He who helps me love another
faith makes a fool of what makes sense
still my heart, let Your voice be all i hear now
help me to obey
today n yesterday left my mind overwhelmed. by conversations and thoughts and questions deemed by mE too difficult to even attempt to think about they all came up again. this time too compelling to ignore and also weirdly i choose not to ignore. heart overflowing- with gratitude, excitement.. a subtle joy? lol does that even exist.. but also burdened and heavy with worry slowly creeping in. everything is noisy and messy but not in a bad way. pulled in so many different directions. trying to make sense of it all. Lord help me to stay faithful, do not let this burst of excitement draw me away from Your voice. hais God works in such funny ways n i am left with no words
You don’t give Your heart in pieces
boooo had grand plans to use up leftover rosemary oil and ooold white wine for dinner tmr but to my horror jovelyn dumped the oil to wash the bowl it was in while i was bathing n even though i rushed out after….. it was too late to save it 😥 ok end of dramatic story of the day bye
but our gut is never enough- how many inconsistencies can one really catch?
gta learn to shout a big fat loud NO
‘Perhaps you have insight on a matter that the other person lacks. Or, you have never struggled with a problem that the other person struggles with. In a conversation with a third party, you refer in a derogatory manner about this person’s lack of insight or his struggle with this sin, and your motive is to show how “together” you are by way of comparison. That is judging your brother’
once in awhile i do a weird thing n stalk myself on social media.
today was tumblr.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Canadian Teacher and Author
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
I want to know if you can
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
the Father’s song
the Father’s love
You sung it over me and for
eternity, it’s written on my heart