my life goal is to reblog this every monday
I’m tempted to set this up in my queue every Monday for a year.
See this every Monday, Reblog this every time. (:
Almost forgot today’s a MONDAY!!
this video kills me every time though
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Ahhhh so excited!!!
I CAN’T WAIT!!! 8’D
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“When you date, date with Christ in mind. Date more purely than I did. Date with a standard of purity established. Date stubbornly devoted to abstinence and the joy set before you after the reception, and the years to follow. Marry with the joy of a clear conscience. Go to bed without shame and…
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My sister’s new adorable comic Mile a Minute! Check it out!!!! So much cute and funny~~~!
http://mile-a-min.tumblr.com/
Yup.
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Yeah — I hate these days.
A Song Forever
Written by Janine Henry
Just my guitar and I.
We sit here, and we sing together in such harmony.
It dances gracefully about the room.
Louder—Louder.
My voice cries out to the heavens,
An invitation for You.
Can You hear me?
Can You hear me?
This song is for You. My song to sing.
Desperately, passionately I cry for Your heart
To be touched by my voice.
You set the moment on fire
More—I need more.
Lifted Out of the Ashes — I’m Found in the Aftermath.
Written by Janine Henry
Why do I cower and cry and fear? I can’t quite figure that out myself. But I know somewhere, inside the very depths of my heart there is something so much more. No matter what headache and terror I feel in the night, there is always a light shining. No matter what causes me to shake, tremble and cry, there is a light that shines over my room—such love, such peace, such mystery. It pours out from my window, floods the room, stirs up like a whirlpool of invisible warfare. My chest heaves as I gasp for air, and my mind spins as it tries to catch up.
“Breathe” He says, “breathe.”
Still gasping for breath, I try to. The air is thick, like a musty cloud.
“Breathe,” He coaches, “Breathe Me in.”
