<texting with my 12 year old cousin>
Me - so do you miss me or what?
Johnny - Hey!! I ask the questions here
Me - so do you or what?
Johnny - I miss you 30%
Me - only 30%?! i miss you 100%!!!
Johnny - well some of the 70% goes to some special girls in school hehe
what a shekki!
one of my closest friends since elementary schoool was indian. she came over often, and once when he was over, he went up to her and straight up said, “i dont like brown people.”
Faithfulness always sets the stage for healing. And sometimes, faithfulness and consistency are what do the healing.Justin McRoberts
Mel - what’d you do on marathon monday?
me - went to work, picked up my sister from volunteering, and came home
Mel - WHY DO YOU SOUND LIKE A 30 YEAR OLD?
shoot.
it’s 7:27 pm and i am exhausted.
but, thank you Jesus for another day - and for mel who reminds me that my life, as of now, resembles a 30 year old woman with a child.
Jesus is not in the grave anymore.The Nehemiah Band
There is nothing beyond redemption.Dan Chung
Today, my mom for some reason felt like telling me my nose and mouth were cute. (Side note: not a fan of my button nose and don’t all mouths all look the same?).
Me - why are you telling me my nose and my mouth are cute?
Mom - well, i can’t exactly tell you that your eyes are cute!
ALRIGHT…I know my eyes are small. but snaaap, she had to go that far?! *sobs
Gary - Weeny
Me - hi gary whats up
Gary - oops wrong person
HAHAHAH.
“Do not be deceived, Wormwood. Our cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending, to do our Enemy’s will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.”
Me - Do you think I have generalized anxiety disorder?
Hannah - I just looked at the symptoms… I don’t think so……wEH?! WHO SAYS?!
Someone tell me why I get so startled when people intentionally and unintentionally scare me and why I’m anxious most of zee time!
“This is the love that tears us apart. It removes the dead remains of the lesser love that we have grown and cultivated for ourselves and replaces it with something so incomparably “other” that our only response is the startling outpouring of irresistible joy, humble thanksgiving, and unceasing praise. Poorly imagined analogies will not suffice: reattaching a lost limb, the sudden relief of incomprehensible pain, or rediscovering something precious that you thought you’d lost forever. What the love of Christ accomplishes inside us is something that makes us shudder when we remember our former lives. It’s a love that rescued our lifeless carcasses, once lying dormant in places of unimaginable darkness, and gave us supernatural blood transfusions and divine heart transplants. It’s a somber indicator of our low estate before an infinite and sovereign creator, yet serves as a joyous reminder to those of us who once reeled under the curse of our original father.
The love of God paints us into a new portrait, with etchings, lines, and brushstrokes of colors that we never knew existed. It re-imagines us, and we are made whole, “beholding the glory of the Lord, being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another” (1 Cor 3:18) “
Happy friday, beautiful friends of mine! May the Creator open my eyes to each etch, line, and brushstrokes of colors that created you beautiful people. Hollllla.
