Only by rooting our lives in Christ’s faith and power can we grow in grace and wisdom.
Our Daily Bread
“To you, I’m gonna give all my secrets away. Would you then, if you knew everything about me, still you still want to stay?”
— simplesophistications
After the aching has stopped and the tears have dried up, this is where you begin again. This is where you pick yourself up off the floor, put your heart back in your chest, and dare to put one foot in front of the other.
Kayil York
Maturity is realizing that all you need is God, faith in Him, and trust that He knows what He is doing because He’s God.
Victoria Chang, "Passing", The Trees Witness Everything
{“The sun is falling down on me when I’m in the air, Valentine’s my death date, as it is meant to be for the following years. I’ll have you know I die every year for the upcoming holiday, Fresh flowers in a bouquet, place it on my front doorstep, I won’t answer no matter what you say. So, If I were the river, and you were the sea, Would this make you happier than we were ever meant to be. Languages, several, the downfall of me, English my love, Turkish my worst nightmare, the phantom tollbooth. But they took everything from me, would this be a good enough of an excuse for you to allow me to ache, Bury my head underneath a pillow, lack the oxygen I already don’t deserve, Suffocate myself so the air of Malibu wouldn’t make me cry underneath the atmospheric pressure? I’m falling down a skyscraper, in my dreams, Would you catch me before I meet the ground in an ease? The feeling surreal yet so real, I can’t depict which soul my own, belongs to me, before my wake. Why does relief make its way back to me when consciousness is gained, And I know it wasn’t real. I listen to alternative all day every day, I alternate as well maybe. Watching the sun switch places with the moon, I would love to do that with somebody who gets me, Switching places with the sun, So I could be in complete darkness with the moon. Would you Promise me this would be forever, Or will you, run away, twenty miles apart, Like all the others who went and came but never stayed?”}
-no soul other than mine, Dilara
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