But not just when the pain is ending and the understanding comes.
He was faithful in the midst of our hurt, when we were filled with confusion.
He doesn’t suddenly become faithful when we finally come to know what He was doing the whole time we thought He had left us.
When we were unfaithful, He was faithful.
When we didn’t understand, He was faithful.
When we hated Him, He was faithful.
When we blamed Him, He was faithful.
When we marred His reputation, He was faithful.
When we left- He stayed.
When we cursed- He blessed.
When we hated- He loved.
He is faithful.
He was faithful.
He has always been faithful.
(And if the only time you call Him faithful is when you aren’t facing trouble, then you must realize that it was not Him who was unfaithful during that time, but you.)
This is so vague I love it. The voices you are hearing are real, god is speaking to you. The nation of France needs you. Don your armor, take up arms, lead the French army. This is your destiny, joan. When the flames come for you let them lick your bones and laugh.
by Seo Kim
Qu’est-ce qu’on fait au bon dieu? watch it. watch it watch it so good all the feels
yes- everything about this- yes!
that’s my kind of mornings.
So is life I think. I often ask, “who am I and how am I known,” but I think it’s better to ask myself, “who do you want to be,” “what do you want to become,” and “how do you want to be known in the future,” and start doing things in the present that reflect that. It’s no surprise that I often feel stuck or lost. I’m actively avoiding the present and hindering my future when I keep looking over my shoulder without the power to rewind. So instead of hitting replay in my mind to analyze moments that have already faded out, I’m pressing play and taking hold of today because it whispers into tomorrow and hurls stepping stones into the future. I’m going to be present in my narrative, because this scene has a purpose, and I intend to find out what it is so I can be proud of my character development in the pages to come.
For whatever we lose
(a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves
we find in the sea.
- E.E. Cummings
it’s odd how much crying is frowned upon, even for women. we’re told to be strong, but no one ever said strength has no emotions (it’s just implied)
avoiding the expression of emotion creates a dullness, a mediocrity and stagnancy. crying, on the other hand, is cathartic, accepting, and intimate, giving you a chance to acknowledge that yes, you have feelings, and you can get sad sometimes. angry even.
so go on, have a cry. it doesn’t make you a neurotic, emotional “girl,” but a real person just being a real person
Anna Sven photographed by Mike Zwahlen