— anytime. anywhere. always.
I love you like when it’s pouring rain
And you don’t know it until you’ve turned everything off, and you sit wishing you had known sooner.
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
—Jonathan Safran Foer (via brotherstories)
The Nomads of the Woods
My Fathers hands at the end of a hard week on the farm. We should all aspire to achieve our Fathers hands.
This image, and his son’s words, are beautiful.
So much of our stories are revealed through our hands.
I’ve forgotten who I am. My true identity. As a result, I have failed to walk with my head high, a daughter of the King. My confidence has waned because I have ceased seeing myself as who he says I am instead of through the filter of my shortcomings. I haven’t paid as much attention to things that I have cared about or taken the time to invest in myself.
Heaven help me.
Be transformed by the renewing of your mind.
I lived my whole life in the shadow of my parent’s poverty. I thought I had broken its power in my life, that I was free. I never wanted my children to feel its cold presence. I don’t want them to grow up with a perspective that has been warped by its struggle. Yet here we are. Still battling to survive. To not be overcome. To hold on to the promises and faithfulness of God. Never once have we ever walked alone. He has never left us forsaken. But it is still hard. Always painful. The clinging effects of poverty’s hold in my life. We always make it. But I don’t want to just survive. I want to live.
I think if we are extremely giving and serving 1/2 of the time, but then allow ourselves to be self centered and lazy the other 1/2, our selfishness more than cancels out every good moment. And the ones we served will end up hurt, and with broken trust.