“You are so loved.” Thomas repeated many times this past week. You are so loved. I would respond with “oh, stop” or “duh, who wouldn’t love me” or some other sarcastic/witty response in attempt to lightly reject what he was saying.
Today, I can finally let myself accept the fact that I am truly loved. By God, by my friends… this past birthday was unlike many birthdays—for the first time, I really did feel loved. It was an overwhelming flow of peace and gratitude for people’s kindness. I’m still pretty speechless.
I now know that I am capable of being loved and, just as much, I have the capability to love others too. I think that’s why it was so easy for Jesus to express love, because He already knew that He’s the epitome of love, that He is love, so He can love other people shamelessly and fully. Jesus knew He is love and was loved, so as a result He loved to the world.
Accept it, know it: I feel loved, I know I am loved, and I ready to share this love with everybody else.
The chains are broken. I am so relieved.
11:01 pm |
February 28 2013
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dailyspecimen:
This is a font specimen of a fabulous egyptian design from Miller and Richard.
(via typographie)
1:29 pm |
February 28 2013
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To my favorite Ali, happy dearest birthday, my sweet honeysuckle plate of happiness and joy! Your passion, love and discernment still amazes me, and I’m so thankful to have you in my life. I love you!
9:33 am |
February 26 2013
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Confession
Am I the only one who goes through FaceBook and read comments with lots of likes which end up to be the ones that are ridiculously hilarious?! I don’t know why, but some of them make me laugh so much… as if I were part of the conversation… as if I were part of the memory…
………. I have no life.
7:34 pm |
February 20 2013
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“For am I now seeking the approval of man, or of God? Or am I trying to please man? If I were still trying to please man, I would not be a servant of Christ…he who had set me apart before I was born, and who called me by his grace, was pleased to reveal his Son to me…”
— Paul, Galatians 1:10, 15-16
8:51 am |
February 19 2013
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No Namaste for you
I don’t go to yoga on Mondays but I did today and the instructor did not stop talking (and he was talking so fast, my goodness gracious, talk about a motor mouth) throughout the entire ninety minutes of trying to breathe and concentrate and balancing and whatever and then after we’re done he says “namaste” acting like we’re all peaceful and rested and stuff and I’m thinking “how can I be namaste-ing back to you when you all you did was guide me through an hour and a half anxiety attack, hecks to the NO” oh my goodness, I’m never going to yoga on Mondays.
8:49 pm |
February 18 2013
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