intrepide:

"A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry,
and see a fine picture every day of his life
in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful,
which God has implanted in the human soul."
-- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe



He has paved a street of sheer glory amongst the golden brown trees. You  were not created for the wreck that the brokenness of your heart has  made. You were made for the straight path, narrow in every way, but a  narrowness so that you would become straight in Him. 

He has paved a street of sheer glory amongst the golden brown trees. You were not created for the wreck that the brokenness of your heart has made. You were made for the straight path, narrow in every way, but a narrowness so that you would become straight in Him. 

1 year ago

Man is a mystery. It needs to be unravelled, and if you spend your whole life unravelling it, don’t say that you’ve wasted time. I am studying that mystery because I want to be a human being. Fyodor Dostoevsky (via loveadinfinitum, joyeuse)

1 year ago

The spell was broken. My uncle learned to laugh, and I learned to cry. The secret garden is always open now. Open, and awake, and alive. If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.

The spell was broken. My uncle learned to laugh, and I learned to cry. The secret garden is always open now. Open, and awake, and alive. If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.

1 year ago

Can the One who formed the ear not hear? Can the One who created the eye not see? When I thought, “My foot slips,” your steadfast love, oh Lord, held me up. When the cares of my heart are many, Your consolations cheer my soul. 

1 year ago

God, I pray thee, light these idle sticks of my life and may I burn for Thee. Consume my life, my God, for it is Thine. I seek not a long life, but a full one. Jim Elliot

1 year ago

He will always be my favorite Gerard.

Thee, God, I come from, to thee go,
All day long I like fountain flow
From thy hand out, swayed about
Motelike in thy mighty glow.

What I know of thee I bless,
As acknowledging thy stress
On my being and as seeing
Something of thy holiness.

Once I turned from thee and hid,
Bound on what thou hadst forbid;
Sow the wind I would; I sinned;
I repent of what I did.

Bad I am, but yet thy child.
Father, be thou reconciled,
Spare thou me, since I see
With thy might that thou art mild.

I have life before me still
And thy purpose to fulfill;
Yea a debt to pay thee yet:
Help me, sir, and so I will.

But thou bidst, and just thou art,
Me shew mercy from my heart
Towards my brother, every other
Man my mate and counterpart.

I have a life before me still and Thy purpose to fulfill, Father…

(Source: fairsun, via loveadinfinitum)

1 year ago

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We don’t bleed when we don’t fight. Go ahead, go ahead, throw your hands in the air tonight. But I won’t be no runaway…cause I won’t run. 

Runaway // The National

1 year ago

You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream. C. S. Lewis

1 year ago

There is only one Being who can completely satisfy to the absolute depth of the hurting human heart, and that is the Lord Jesus Christ. Oswald Chambers

1 year ago