spent

perhaps we're all a little bit.

a little lonely. a little sad. a little broken. kinda lost. kinda confused. kinda hurting deep inside. a little weary. a little too heavy. a little overwhelmed.

perhaps we all are.

i hope we all are.

i think my greatest fear, is that you'll stop forgiving.

i think my greatest fear, is that you'll deny me when we finally meet.

that you'll say that you never knew me.

that i only praised you with my lips, and not my heart.

not my deeds.

not my life.

and i can't blame you for that.

at the end of the day, the heart of worship cannot be forced. it can be caught, not taught.

belonging

"Prosperity knits a man to the World.

He feels that he is 'finding his place in it', while really it is finding its place in him.

His increasing reputation, his widening circle of acquaintances, his sense of importance, the growing pressure of absorbing and agreeable work, build up in him a sense of being really at home in earth."

— C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters

college is over

“Mike,” she went on, “Here’s the thing.  Do you think your father and I have been married over 30 years because we’re perfect for each other?  Not a chance.  Even if we were perfect for each other back then, we wouldn’t be any more, because people change.  So, to stay married, you have to commit to keeping up with the other person’s changing, and keep asking God for the grace to love whoever they become.”

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Take some time to read this post by Mike Donehey, Tenth Avenue North's lead singer. I assure you, it's good. On another note, I'm looking to challenge myself to finish a book every week for a month.

Update: which failed. but i did finish three books. not too bad i guess.

sunder

"I'm sorry I couldn't be all that you wanted. I understand your need to search elsewhere for that which I lack. To that end I wish you luck. But while we are yet here together, for what is possibly the last time, will you stay a little while longer? Please?

Please, stay. Allow me this final chance of admiring everything about you. To gaze in amazement at your surreal features. Grant me this last occasion of savoring your sweet, sweet presence. Let me flood my head with your scent, my senses with your touch, my heart with your warmth.

They're all I will be left with once you're gone.

When you do leave, don't say goodbye to me; bid me farewell instead, for there is no good in this goodbye, not for me."

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"Oh, dear, you are such a poet. But that is exactly why I must leave. Goodbye."

resonance

"It seemed at first soft and sweet, a mere rippling of gentle sounds in delicate melodies; but it could not be quenched, and it took to itself power and profundity. And it seemed at last that there were two musics progressing at one time before the seat of Ilúvatar, and they were utterly at variance. 

The one was deep and wide and beautiful, but slow and blended with an immeasurable sorrow, from which its beauty chiefly came. The other had now achieved a unity of its own; but it was loud, and vain, and endlessly repeated; and it had little harmony, but rather a clamorous unison as of many trumpets braying upon a few notes. And it essayed to drown the other music by the violence of its voice, but it seemed that its most triumphant notes were taken by the other and woven into its own solemn pattern."

— J.R.R. Tolkein, The Silmarillion

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Read the excerpt slowly, then bask in the magnificence of Tolkien's descriptive writing.