My Twitter Musings from Yesterday

sunnilydisposed:

I feel like there needs to be more mutual chasing. We seem to be trapped in this awful predicament where we chase people who don’t want us.

There are people who love you and care for you and want you for you. Don’t ignore them because ‘they’ll always be there’. Cherish them.

We’re desperate to be loved. But we’re forever stepping on love’s head to get what we think love is.

Don’t let the day come when there’s nothing there for you to step on and you fall flat on your face.

somewhereinmakitownz:

“In classic Greek and Roman mythology, it was always the strongest and smartest who reached God and the divine. Bellephron and Achilles and Odysseus and Perseus: they were rippling with muscles or huge brains or special powers.But Scripture, in a complete reversal of human values and stereotypical strength, shows that God pursues maybe the weakest individual in the entire town of that day: Mary Magdalene, a mentally unstable woman. The one who others were writing off as a nobody, an outsider, an outcast.If this story were told in another Epic Myth – The two-ton stone would still be rolled over the grave, and God would say: “Move the stone and you will have access to me. Show me your strength.” And maybe a special “Chosen One” could roll the stone from the grave.Yet Mary Magdalene shows up and the stone is already removed. Which means, in a literal and metaphorical sense, that grace rolled the stone away. God had already done the work to reach His people, to reach the weakest person.We don’t need to move the stone to find God, but God moved the stone to find us. This is the Essential Heart of God and the Gospel.”

J.S. from this message (via jspark3000)

YEESSS. YES.

unfinished.

I loved you on the side of a lake, my love 

On the side of a lake, I loved you hard, my love 

Watched affection bloom like the world around us 

All this beauty out of all this nothing 

All this newness 

Young and in love

I was 18 and you were 22 

The whirlwind was something new

But now it’s the familiar storm in my chest 

That brews every time I think of you 

When the landscape who was the only witness to our 2am freestyle romance catches me alone 

It reminds me 

Sometimes I wouldn’t talk the whole way home 

You left me speechless 

A little nervous 

Lovedumbstruck.

i always find myself writing the same line of poem.. 

that one about waking up with a hole in my chest. 

it doesn’t want to leave me.