things are filling up my days faster now, with school, church stuff, regular meet up’s. a thousand thoughts run through my mind each day, and I think them out in the long conversations that we have. and it’s been good :) I love the routine of my weekends. waking up to the sun on brilliant, blue saturday mornings, brunch with mum at a new place every week, spending the afternoon studying with laur til it’s time for cell, cell, then COOS and dinner with the COOSers after that to end the day. Cornerstone on sundays with mum and spending the day in the east /w fang. days are full, but with simple things. I remember our conversation this weekend, that if we were able to explain 3 things - our joy, our peace, or our love, then we are not experiencing the fullness of them. because 1 peter talks about a joy unspeakable, ephesians talks about a love that surpasses all knowledge, and philippians about a peace that transcends all understanding. it is not by our flesh that we understand these things, only by His spirit, and I’m thankful for this hope. because hope always keeps me going.
also I’ve been reading Job in this season which has been wonderfully encouraging. Job 5:10 speaks of God’s miraculous wonders and miracles he does when we lay down our burdens to Him. another verse that wrapped itself around my heart was Job 5:17, the juxtaposition of a broken-ness followed by healing. a cycle of things we experience, the hurt we face and the consequential fear of pain. but there is also this beautiful conclusion that God can heal. we shouldn’t run away from the discipline that he is passing out on us. which is something I really need to face. I fear knowing the truth but I’ll keep reminding myself that perfect love will cast out all my fears.
11:51 pm • 1 September 2014
“Please, don’t worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this earth. Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day… make a wish and think of me. Make your life spectacular. I know I did.”
— Robin Williams, Jack (1996)
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10:39 pm • 1 September 2014 • 39,230 notes
“Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…”
— William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
10:11 pm • 1 September 2014 • 10,011 notes
Can’t wait for our little adventure this december laur :)
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9:37 pm • 1 September 2014 • 72,218 notes