“Your mental health comes before school baby, always. If its midnight, and you have an exam the next day but your hands have been shaking for the past hour and a half and you’re not so sure you want to be alive anymore, pull out that carton of Ben and Jerry’s and afterwards, go the fuck to bed. So what if you get a 68% on the exam the next day? You took care of yourself and at the end of the day that will always come before a high test score. To hell with anyone who tells you differently.”—Abbie Nielsen, Dear Future Daughter
“If the church must be anything, She must be a safe place for the gender confused and the sexually broken, and if She is not safe for that then we do not believe our own message. We are all broken, all in need of salvation, all in need of grace, and to take a particular struggle and put it outside the bounds reveals that we don’t quite know what it is that we believe—that we will take other people’s sins more serious than we will take our own….. She must be a fortress for the weary struggler, or we do not know who Christ is.”—Matt Chandler
“Chris [Pratt] never uses a spit bucket. When you do scenes where a character is eating, you eat and then spit it out into a ‘spit bucket.’ Chris just keeps eating. If you see Andy eating a cheeseburger in a scene, you should know Chris Pratt ate like 8 cheeseburgers. I love that guy.”—Aziz Ansari
“Unless you’re able to look at marriage through the lens of Scripture instead of through your own fears or romanticism, through your particular experience, or through your culture’s narrow perspectives, you won’t be able to make intelligent decisions about your own marital future.”—Timothy Keller, The Meaning of Marriage
“Jesus did not come to call the righteous, but sinners.
Not the righteous, but people who make mistakes.
Not the righteous, but people who went too far in their last relationship.
Not the righteous, but people who haven’t read their Bible since forever.
He came for screw-ups, basket-cases, burn-outs, knuckle-heads, weirdos, the sick, the lame, the miserable. For You. Me. Us.
The tragedy is that every time life reminds us that we’re sinners, we feel like maybe we don’t measure up to this Jesus thing.
But Jesus did not come to call the righteous. He came for sinners.
He came for people who’ve cheated.
He came for people who’ve been too afraid to step out in the first place.
He came for home-wreckers. For people with blood on their hands. For people with sex on their brain.
He came for addicts, failures, and losers. And even for people who look down on addicts, failures, and losers.
For You. Me. Us.
He came to teach us a new life that isn’t that way. But he came knowing full well the life we’ve already lived.
Tomorrow, you may fall again. If not tomorrow, soon. And when it happens, when you do the unthinkably terrible for the first time, or simply the terribly familiar for the thousandth time, you will be tempted.
Tempted to think that this Jesus thing isn’t for you. Tempted to think your actions prove you didn’t make the cut.
But in that moment, remember. Remember that Jesus loves you. Remember that Jesus wants you. And, then, remember:
Jesus did not come to call the righteous, but sinners.”—
“I wanna go on a roadtrip someday. Alone or with someone I love. I wanna get away. Explore places. Sleep in the car. Stop a lot just to admire the view. Visit museums and try out coffee shops. Listen to my favorite albums while driving. Have a polaroid camera. Take pretty pictures of the sunrise. Take pictures of myself. Run through a forest. Chase fog. Chase the sun. Spend hours on a field making flower crowns. Feel the wind in my hair. Buy souvenirs. Meet people. Take time to observe. I wanna make memories. I wanna feel alive.”—(via lieuu)
“My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.”—Maya Angelou
“Peel away the layers that have hidden themselves from You, oh Lord. Leave me nothing that would keep me from You, because You are the life that my soul needs.”—T.B. LaBerge // Thy Will Be Done (via tblaberge)
“I’m constantly weeding the garden of my mind. Here is a weed that says I must compete with others for God’s affections. Here is a weed that says I should flee from God in shame, not run to Him for help when I sin. All of these weeds are choking out the truth in my life, and I must rip them out by the roots, and pay careful attention, as more weeds pop up in their place.”—Unka Glen (unkaglen.tumblr.com)
I kick and I scream and I thrash hard against the Father’s love. I shift my focus and become a prisoner to the panic instead of the promise, and still He says, “mine.” He looks at me, broken, and calls me daughter and ever so lovingly pulls me right back in.
I want to live as a prisoner to the “Yes.” Remembering all we have seen, we set our hope fully on what we have not yet seen. We place all of our hope and all of our trust and all of our focus on the grace given us through Christ, and we beg to live captured by His promises.
“My love for you is not poetry, it is late nights of agonizing thoughts; and long days of selfless actions. It weighs upon my mind like a mad riddle, as I grow older, it becomes more obvious how hard it is to love selflessly; how much responsibility it holds.
If I am to love you at all, it is only through the grace of Christ. For I am not enough, but I know He is.”—T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via godmoves)
“Whenever your heart starts to be anxious about the future, preach to your heart and say, ‘Heart, who do you think you are to be afraid of the future and nullify the promise of God? No, heart, I will not exalt myself with anxiety. I will humble myself in peace and joy as I trust this precious and great promise of God—He cares for me.’”—John Piper (via earthstranger)
“When they ask me about my future wife, I always tell them that her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. I tell them that she has a walk that can make an atheist believe in God just long enough to say, ‘God damn’. I tell them that if my alarm clock sounded like her voice, my snooze button would collect dust. I tell them that if she came in a bottle, I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. I tell them that if she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her, cover to cover, hoping to find typos, just so we could both have something to work on, because aren’t we all unfinished?”—Rudy Francisco, A Lot Like You (via yesdarlingido)
“Less of me, more of Christ. Less of sin, failures and misguided intentions, more of His matchless beauty and grace. Less of shortcomings, more of His overwhelming mercy and truth. Less of my wants, more of His desires. Less of a world torn apart, more of a world renewed. Less of me, more of Christ; plain and simple, glorious and profound, lovely and full of joy.”—T.B. LaBerge // Thy Will Be Done (via tblaberge)
“One of the most poisonous of all Satan’s whispers is simply, “Things will never change.” That lie kills expectation, trapping our heart forever in the present. To keep desire alive and flourishing, we must renew our vision for what lies ahead. Things will not always be like this. Jesus has promised to “make all things new.””—~ John Eldredge (via:anchoredinChrist4ever)
So the coffee shop I work at has an event we do once a month. Basically when you come in to buy a drink and stay to work on some kind of project that involves writing (homework, blogging, scripts, books, journaling, work related things, etc.) you get 2 FREE REFILLS on any barista made drink. You can’t deny how good of deal that is. Get stuff done and have a couple drinks on us! Plus we serve STUMPTOWN & have Cold Brew Coffee on tap.
If you would be kind enough to help me spread the word…That’d be amazing!