We all have scars. Just because mine are hidden doesn’t make them any less painful.
I can’t think of anything more disheartening than living a life without a clear purpose.
True friends never turn you away when all you need is someone to talk to. Ever. It’s not the only thing that helps, but it’s the only thing that works. Real friends never walk away, letting you slip deeper into the pit of despair.
Lament is a cry of belief in a good God, a God who has His ear to our hearts, a God who transfigures the ugly into beauty. Complaint is the bitter howl of unbelief in any benevolent God in this moment, a distrust in the love-beat of the Father’s heart.
In other words, it’s one of those books you thrust on your partner with an incredulous cry of “This is me!
Kids learn from EMULATING their elders, not by being told..
We ought to teach our children to get EXCITED about life..
And not PAINT their minds with OUR potrayal of the World..
This asks us to LIVE that excitement,if we already don’t..
We will be doing them a HUGE FAVOR!
Marla poked Duncan. He stepped forward. “Maybe I can help.”
Atomic Jack looked at him., his eyes glowed a sickening shade of radioactive orange. “I really don’t see how.” He slipped off his glove and his hand burst into small flames. The guy didn’t yell though, or make out like he was in pain. He just grinned and showed a mouthful of orange teeth.
Periods in the wilderness or desert were not lost time. You might find life, wildflowers, fossils, sources of water. I wish there were shortcuts to wisdom and self-knowledge: cuter abysses or three-day spa wilderness experiences. Sadly, it doesn’t work that way. I so resent this.
I used to cry when I thought of living the rest of this life alone. Tears would fill my eyes while my heart would yearn. But now I feel empowerment in that acceptance. Power in knowing it is up to me to be happy ever after. I will not wait for him. After all, this awakening has just begun, it is going to take a man at the same point on the path I am. If I am going to fall allowing my spirit to completely melt into his manly grace, it is necessary he be awake.
They were your friends?”
“Yes, they were my friends.”
“And they will leave you to suffer alone?”
“Now I see it.”
“And until this, were they friends you could trust?”
“I could trust them.”
“I see what you mean. You mean they were the kind of friends that a good man could choose, upright, hard-working, obeying the law?
Tell me, were they such friends?
And now they leave you alone?
Did you not see it before?”
“I saw it.