"I don't know about terms, I just know that women are not allowed to preach…"John MacArthur During a game of word association, the name Beth Moore (an evangelist, author and Bible teacher) was presented to John MacArthur for his spontaneous response - to which he replied "Go Home." We hear peals of laughter and applause …
Journaling should be mandatory. Like, you'll be tossed into a cell somewhere to think things over, young lady, until you write down the truth that you are deadlocked in eye contact with - write it down wether you like it or not, wether it's "reality" or not. What is reality anyway? I always think I …
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I blame the moon. It’s 3am and here I am, staring at the shadowed ceiling from my pillow. She beckons and woos me, drawing on my blood and skin to come outside and bask in her light, dance under her mysterious blue reflection. She plays peekaboo with the sun, always pointing back to him, always …
It has been a long time since I’ve said anything here. I think that is what naturally happens when you walk through fire - you’re more interested in staying alive in the flames than analyzing them, putting words to it and communicating something worth reading. And in the flames is where I have been. Don’t …
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Sometimes it’s hard to separate people’s perceptions of you from who you actually are. It has been one of the hardest fights of my life. Turns out I'm a terrible people pleaser and have been known do almost anything to get someone to like me, so when someone didn't think I was the bees knees …
sometimes my mind grabs for you, trying to remember, trying to believe that you were real, that you were ever here with me in flesh and bone and blood. and when i get still and quiet and think about you I see your eyes, big and dark with heavy eye makeup that made you look …
I feel like the peace lily by my window that overlooks the waterfall behind our apartment. every few days he starts to droop and needs more water, then (once watered) magically he springs to life, his giant fanning leaves reaching skyward, his white papery flowers standing at attention once more. it seems to me like …
i read somewhere that you know you’re a writer if you can’t help but write. If you must write, then you know you are among those word-crafters, those story-spinners, those who take us somewhere other than ourselves into a world of beauty, pain, hope and sometimes grotesque horror and salvation. You know you’re a writer …
"hope: it’s a currency that grows more expensive with time and with exposure to loss." Sarah selah i've always loved plants. and always killed them. after my sister's funeral (a year ago yesterday), i brought home a plant - there were three different kinds in the bowl, lovely, petite pink roses and lush green leaves, …
in remembrance. my best friend told me today that remembering is different than reliving. how right she is. she also told me that apocalypse means an unveiling... "An apocalypse Ancient Greek: ἀποκάλυψιςapokálypsis, from ἀπό and καλύπτω, literally meaning "an uncovering" is a disclosure of knowledge or revelation. In religious contexts it is usually a disclosure …
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