Having hope in God means no one else finishes the story but Him, and everything really will be okay. We do not need to fear optimism. Life will still hurt and there is darkness ahead — but we have a Healer, a Counselor, a King, a Father, a Friend. We can get our hopes up: all the way up to Him.

J.S. (via jspark3000)

16th July, WednesdayReblog

I find it interesting that when the serpent enticed Adam and Eve in the garden, he appealed to them by emphasizing their lack. He offered the knowledge of both good and evil, insinuating that their current state of knowledge was limited and incomplete. Eve fails to read between the lines because she has already believed a lie—that she has been slighted by God; that he has kept something valuable from her. But what is it that the serpent offered? Both the knowledge of good and evil? Ah, but there they stand, too offended and self-absorbed to realize that they were already well acquainted with all that is good—something the serpent could not provide. There they stand with a wounded ego preventing them from realizing that all the serpent had the power to expose them to was evil. My initial response is to shake Eve to make her see the deception before she falls into the trap tailored specifically to her insecurities and pride. But then I see myself in her and my heart sinks as I realize that not even analyzing this scripture is enough to change my heart that looks so much like hers.

I do the same as Eve. I crane my neck searching for alternatives, I reach out for anything that glistens, clutch onto anything that will feed my self-entitled, ignorant, and flippant greed that insists on accommodating my need to be independent and in control. When God doesn’t offer me something, I don’t hesitate to take what I believe is rightfully mine when it’s extended by the world. When I’m given the choice to do good or evil, I’m not any better than her. I have taken what is evil when I’ve felt like God was holding out on me. I rarely crave what I already have. I want whatever I’m told is forbidden because it promises happiness, and looks similar to freedom—but it’s never kept its promise and it’s never what it seemed when it was still out of reach. It’s always something fleeting and far from what I hoped. No matter how appealing, it never has the courtesy to warn me of its consequences. And you know just as well as I do that the taste of the fruit is never as sweet as it seemed right before deeply sinking your teeth into the first bite.

LB, I’m Just Like Eve | more posts like this here. (via yesdarlingido)

15th July, TuesdayReblog
🎶 Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today… 🌃 #newyorknewyork (at Washington Square Park)

🎶 Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today… 🌃 #newyorknewyork (at Washington Square Park)

5th July, SaturdayReblog
If all of these trials bring me closer to You, then I will go through the fire if You want me to.

— Ginny  Owens | If You Want Me To (via kristinrankin)

1st July, TuesdayReblog

mariannapaige:

THIS YEAR TAUGHT ME
how to miss someone
without letting it destroy me
completely

how to let it destroy me just enough

how to rebuild myself
with notebooks like two-by-fours
pencils like nails
words like hammers

I am different but I am whole

30th June, MondayReblog
😍😍😍

😍😍😍

19th June, ThursdayReblog

"Faith is our walk, but intimate fellowship is our rest. Faith is the road, but communion with Jesus is the well from which the pilgrim drinks." - Charles Spurgeon, Morning and Evening

18th June, WednesdayReblog

Justin Timberlake (by Marc Klasfeld)

Justin Timberlake (by Marc Klasfeld)

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11th June, WednesdayReblog
Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.

— Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1951-1959   (via hislivingpoetry)

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10th June, TuesdayReblog