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new place.
why? i dunno. it was time for a change. i didn't intend for it to be public but it got that way by accident and i decided-- why not.
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how deep the Father's love for us; how vast beyond all measure! That He should give His only Son to make a wretch His treasure...this is true. it is true no matter how poorly i have loved and no matter how poorly i have been loved; it is in no measure diminished or increased by any hurt i've ever inflicted or how self-absorbed i have been. it just ( Read more... ) -
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My Girl is one of my favorite movies. I had forgotten all about it! It reminds me of childhood and summer. Oh summertime, when you can take bike rides and picnics and run through the woods and jump in lakes.
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i'm learning to breathe
i'm learning to crawl
i'm finding that You and You alone can break my fall
i'm living again, awake and alive
i'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies
these abundant skies...
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happy new year!
"... because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace."
--january 1, frederick buechner.
may it be blessed beyond measure.
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merry christmas from andrew peterson.
Posted after his Christmas show (even if you don't know what that is, you should still read this:)
"The ache is there again. Deep in the pit of my stomach, like a magic door standing in a field-a door that you can walk around, only when you open it you see not the field on other side of the door but a starry depth, dizzying and windless. It feels ( Read more... ) -
reflections
The stillness has got me thinking tonight, serious thoughts but with a light and extremely happy heart. It's a day till Christmas.. 7 days till the end of the year. The Christmas tree is glowing on the other side of the room (minus a strand of lights that has randomly quit working), presents are wrapped, and i have been enjoying time with family ( Read more... ) -
patty griffin
darlin i wish you well
on your way to the wishing well
swinging off those gates of hell
but i can tell how hard you're trying
i have this secret hope
that sometimes all i do is call
and somewhere on the steepest slope
there's an endless road
where nobody's crying
i wish you well
i can tell how hard you're trying
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the song in my head
and the change comes like it should
you gotta die before you live; something's gotta give
for you to find what comes after
write the words, memorize the frame
it's so bittersweet to leave you again
i left houston on a sunday
i just can't explain
feels like a drug in my veins, all this change