Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry,
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky.
“I actually think that what you do in your mind, fictionally with a character like this is more interesting than the real life stuff.”
-Richard ArmitageTrue
(Source: fritosandhotchocolate)
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jesus only had 12 followers
but they talked to him
why don’t you guys talk to me
Seriously, I don’t even care if you’re the creepy one
(via astrid--farnsworth)
What would that be like? To have a child within is a miracle, but to have Christ within?
To have my voice, but him speaking.
My steps, but Christ leading.
My heart, but his love beating. in me, through me, with me.
What’s it like to have Christ on the inside?
To tap his strength when mine expires. or feel the force of heaven’s fires
raging, purging wrong desires.
Could Christ become my self entire?
So much him, so little me. That in my eyes it’s him they see.
What’s it like to a Mary be? No longer I, but Christ in me.
I don’t know who wrote it originally.
But it’s been in my head and on my heart and so I’m sharing it.
Well I got up and had a shower.
I could say it was because I wanted to not smell and be gross when my husband got home.
Truth is: I threw up on myself.
I am one classy dame.
I have been sick in bed all day.
I’ve got some stuff done. But it’s so easy to excuse yourself from hard work when you are sick. Not even hard work. Just study.
I feel like crap and now I’m watching Castle. I only need to write another 400 words to stay on target for low-stress completion.
Sigh.
I wish I were more interesting.
I forgot I wrote this.
I read it and it was new to me.
I’m so tired.
I think maybe I’m losing something, some deep integral part of myself. Something I call childish and foolish and shut away behind doors and silence when I hear it singing. I think maybe I’ve let the words and the world and win and that I do actually believe deep down that my failure is inevitable and it’s not worth trying.
I wish I were stronger.
I wish I didn’t stop writing.
I wish I could be proud of myself again, and walk around with secret worlds dancing in my head.
100 Days Praise Challenge-Day 8: Sing to the Lord (by loswl)
