To those who write
because the sanity and sanctity
of their souls require it. Because
of the stroke their brains suffer
from the hemorrhages of repressed
thoughts. To those whose fingers
tingle incomplete without the
stain of ink seeping into their
fingerprints and hands ever-searching
for the cool of parchment beneath
their palms. To those whose
hearts pound for prose,
search for similies,
and ache for alliteration.
For those who write
to reach out with their
callused palms in an attempt
to grasp from the broken dirt
all the pain they want to heal.
To those who write because
they know that every drop of
ink, every comma of breath,
and every stanza of indignation
float into the infinite galaxies of
the whispered “Amen”s.
To those who write knowing
it’s the only way they can surpass
mere existing and begin to truly
be.
Never live for those exceptional moments—they are surprises. God will give us His touches of inspiration only when He sees that we are not in danger of being led away by them. We must never consider our moments of inspiration as the standard way of life—our work is our standard.
— Oswald Chambers (via brilliantlens)
(Source: craigtowens)
Christ’s blood has identified us. Doesn’t uniform us, but it unifies us.
— Stephen the Levite (Wrote It This Way)
“Whenever you’re more concerned about the provision of God rather than the God who provides, you’ll compromise” ~Eric Mason
Wow. I’ve been so concerned about trying to figure out how things would work out, that I haven’t actually been trusting that God will work it out…As if I could make things happen better than Him.
#compromise
(Source: getmau5y)
If you only do what you know you can do, you never do very much.
— Tom Krause (via b3arfruit)
Anxiety may look more humble than pride, but it’s really just pride with no makeup on.
— Mark Dever - The Message of the Old Testament: Deuteronomy (via deathbybillions)
