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.
(Source: emotional-algebra, via listeninthedarkness)
The hardest thing about depression is that it is addictive. It begins to feel uncomfortable not to be depressed. You feel guilty for feeling happy.
(Source: hopelesslyhealing, via aclassicdisaster)
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 used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.
(Source: wordsnquotes, via kateyswishes)
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)
God’s primary goal is not changing our situations or relationships so that we can be happy, but changing us through our situations and relationships so that we will be holy.
(Source: jacintanest, via iwilltrustinyou)
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.
Katie Davis (via srsly-sarah)
(Source: whenstarswalkbackwards, via kateyswishes)
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)
(Source: tblaberge, via salvationishere11)
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)