December 2011
205 posts
Sarah Smith
” First came bright Spirits, not the spirits of men, who danced and scattered flowers—soundlessly falling… Then, on the left and right, at each side of the forest avenue, came youthful shapes, boys upon one hand and girls upon the other. If I could remember their singing and write down the notes, no man who read that score would ever grow sick or old. Between them went...
the things I can't keep to myself: Psalm 121 →
this passage always makes me cry. without fail. every time.
emilyyarnoldd:
1 I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? 2 My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot be moved; he who keeps you will not slumber. 4 Behold, he who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD…
To be a Christian is to live dangerously, honestly, freely — to step in the name...
– Cornel West, Democracy Matters (via catechumenate)
There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one...
– Victor Hugo (via theuncommonplace)
freepeople.com you are not making me free. i will have to ignore you for the next few months to rid myself of discontentment. i WILL be content.
be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side.
Turn my heart toward your statutes
and not toward selfish gain.
Turn my eyes...
– Psalm 119:36-37 (via inbarrenplaces)
The sign of a beautiful person is that he always sees beauty in others.
– Omar Suleiman (via sunflower-soul)
i was looking through the classics…looking through LOTR….everything is looong and progresses slowly. i’m an intellectually impatient person. give me A. i’ll figure out Z. who the hell cares about B-Y? siiigh…i need to relearn how to slow down and enjoy fiction. and the best i can do right now is slow down long enough to read a fast book.lol.
The Hidden Hand by...
hahaha…you know you’re a 21st century kid when…
joolabee:
I am fascinated by human instincts. Why does she long to be held, and what gives him the longing to hold? I’ll wonder forever. Or I’ll google it.
yaaaawn. one more….
i wonder if God chuckles at our happy birthdays.lol
like he wasn’t there before the creation of the world.
like he wasn’t there when light was spoken, when the first blossom grew, when writing was invented…when Pilot was born….
it’s just funny to me.
happy birthday?
it’s closer to my birthday than his.lol he came to bring me...
i’m pretty sure God doesn’t see things as beautiful or ugly.
i think he just sees things. truly. as they are.
beauty is simply his reality.
but beautiful is what WE see when we see a reflection of that reality.
what we experience on this side of the veil.
i think maybe beauty is just a gift. it’s what we experience because we need a filter. we are finite and created. we...
Why should you inherit His Kingdom?
ashtonjarrett:
I will say to my God; I do not deserve the breath I breathe nor the air in my lungs. Therefor just as the latter I do not deserve the former. Rather Jesus, while on Earth I will say this; I knew you well my friend. We talked, we walked, we wept, nothing from that world I kept. I simply surrender; surrender all unto thee. I know you are just, do with me what you will; let it...
But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving,...
– James 3:17 (via potentiallyjasmine)
When I stop thinking so selfishly, things become...
I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day by Henry...
I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to men. I thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along the unbroken song Of peace on earth, good will to men. And in despair I bowed my head: “There is no peace on earth,” I said, “For hate is strong and mocks...
http://emilyyarnoldd.tumblr.com/post/14643089813/th... →
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart; Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art. Thou my best Thought, by day or by night, Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word; I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord; Thou my great Father, I Thy true son; Thou…
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
– J.M. Barrie (via misswallflower)
The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death.
– Oscar Wilde (via dolefulness)