Beloved Scars

The scars of your past are the beauty of your future, for God will redeem them to bring glory to himself.

seraphica:

Fantastic Foxes [via/sources]

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simply-divine-creation:

Psalm 91:4 » Good Orchard Designs

simply-divine-creation:

Psalm 91:4 » Good Orchard Designs

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sosuperawesome:

Mini paintings on cedar by Cathy McMurray on Etsy

third to last & last are my faves.

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I miss living in this place. I miss my big windowsill—I regret not sitting out there more often. I miss my cups of tea or coffee or lattes, huddled in the little sanctuary of my bottom bunk, doing homework or reading the Bible or talking to my far away family and friends. I miss my girls, those four awesome people I shared a room with. I miss our funny conversations and our laundry hanging all over the room to dry and how it was always Moni and me awake first, and then somehow the other three girls got ready super fast right before we had to be over at the other house for class. I miss my walks through port.

I think one of the reasons I’ve yet to really feel “grown up” is that I have this constant awareness that I’m not alone. I always pictured being an adult as going places by yourself, doing things on your own, living your own life. And those things just aren’t really possible for me; he walks ever before me, beside me, behind me. I travelled thousands of miles and wandered about “alone” and I still identify myself as a child.. And I think I always will. Man oh man, how I thank the Lord for that.

photo credit: Andre Agostini (https://www.facebook.com/andreagostiniphotography)

"He called a little child and had him stand among them. And he said: ‘I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.’" Matthew 18:2-4

I miss living in this place. I miss my big windowsill—I regret not sitting out there more often. I miss my cups of tea or coffee or lattes, huddled in the little sanctuary of my bottom bunk, doing homework or reading the Bible or talking to my far away family and friends. I miss my girls, those four awesome people I shared a room with. I miss our funny conversations and our laundry hanging all over the room to dry and how it was always Moni and me awake first, and then somehow the other three girls got ready super fast right before we had to be over at the other house for class. I miss my walks through port.

I think one of the reasons I’ve yet to really feel “grown up” is that I have this constant awareness that I’m not alone. I always pictured being an adult as going places by yourself, doing things on your own, living your own life. And those things just aren’t really possible for me; he walks ever before me, beside me, behind me. I travelled thousands of miles and wandered about “alone” and I still identify myself as a child.. And I think I always will. Man oh man, how I thank the Lord for that.

photo credit: Andre Agostini (https://www.facebook.com/andreagostiniphotography)

"He called a little child and had him stand among them. And he said: ‘I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.’" Matthew 18:2-4

I scream to know you in the physical, to feel you here with me. And yet, I must trust. I must trust that your Spirit is dwelling, alive and active, inside of me; the same Spirit that gave you the strength to say, “Not my will, Lord, but yours be done.” The same Spirit that gave you resolve, perseverance, victory, in spite of hot tears and sweating blood. I must trust that I truly am not alone—you see me, you know me, and you love me. My heart, mind, and soul have not been abandoned. I am anointed. I am filled.

I am satisfied in you.

royal-food:

Churro Swirl Banana Bread
breakingoftheday:

Coffee stained converse. #dinergirl

breakingoftheday:

Coffee stained converse. #dinergirl

madebyfinn:

Shot this morning from a helicopter in Alberta, Canada.

madebyfinn:

Shot this morning from a helicopter in Alberta, Canada.

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so I really like this but I just know I’d accidentally smudge it and then feel awful

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“And life is worth the living just because He lives.”

—   Bill Gaither, Because He Lives 

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Various Clouds, by Vincent Van Gogh.

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