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Sun, 09 Dec 2012 22:21:31 -0500

Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye | When Love Arrives

I knew exactly what love looked like … in 7th grade.
Even though I hadn’t met love yet,
if love had wandered into my home room,
I would’ve recognized him at first glance.
Love wore a hemp necklace.
I would’ve recognized her at first glance.
Love wore a tight french braid.
Love played acoustic guitar,
and knew all my favorite Beatle songs.
Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me.
And I knew I just must be searching the wrong classrooms,
just must be checking the wrong hallways.
She was there.
I was sure of it.
If only I could find him.
But when love finally showed up,
she had a bull cut.
He wore the same clothes every day for a week.
Love hated the bus.
Love didn’t know anything about the Beatles.
Instead, every time I tried to kiss love,
our teeth got in the way.
Love became the reason I lied to my parents.
“I’m going to … Ben’s house.”
Love had terrible rhythmn on the dance floor,
but made sure we never missed a slow song.
Love waited by the phone because she knew if her father picked up,
it would be … ”Hello? Hello? I guess they hung up.”
And love grew.
Stretched like a trampoline.
Love changed.
Love disappeared.
Slowly.
Like baby teeth.
Losing parts of me I thought I needed.
Love vanished like an amateur magician.
Everyone could see the trap door but me.
Like a flat tire.
There were other places I had planned on going,
but my plans didn’t matter.
Love stayed away for years.
And when love finally reappeared,
I barely recognized him.
Love smelled different now, had darker eyes, a broader back.
Love came with freckles I didn’t recognize.
New birth marks,
a softer voice.
Now there were new sleeping patterns.
New favorite books.
Love had songs that reminded him of someone else.
Songs love didn’t like to listen to.
So did I.
But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly.
We found jokes that make us laugh.
And now, love makes me fresh home-made chocolate chip cookies.
But love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack.
Love looks great in loungerie,
but still likes to wear her retainer.
Love is a terrible driver,
but a great navigator.
Love knows where she’s going,
it just might take her two hours longer than she planned.
Love is messier now.
Not as simple.
Love uses the word ‘boobs‘ in front of my parents.
Love chews too loud.
Love leaves the cap of the toothpaste.
Love uses smiley-faces in her text messages.
And it turns out,
love shits.
But love also cries.
And love will tell you you are beautiful.
And mean it.
Over and over again.
You are beautiful
when you first wake up.
You are beautiful
when you’ve just been crying.
You are beautiful
when you don’t wanna hear it.
You are beautiful
when you don’t believe it.
You are beautiful
when nobody else will tell you you are beautiful.
Love still thinks … you are beautiful.
But love is not perfect
and will sometimes forget when you need to hear it most.
You are beautiful.
Do not forget this.
Love is not who you were expecting.
Love is not what you can predict.
Maybe love is in New York City,
already asleep.
You are in California,
Australia,
wide awake.
Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone.
Maybe love is not ready for you.
Maybe you are not ready for love.
Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type.
Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce.
Love looks older now,
but just as beautiful as you remember.
Maybe love is only there for a month.
Maybe love is there for every firework,
every birthday party,
every hospital visit.
Maybe love stays.
Maybe love can’t.
Maybe love shouldn’t.
Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to.
And love leaves exactly when love must.
When love arrives,
say,
“Welcome! Make yourself comfortable!”
If love leaves,
ask her to leave the door open behind her.
Turn off the music. Listen to the quiet.
Whisper
‘Thank you for stopping by.’

Yeah. This is phenomenal.

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Sun, 02 Dec 2012 03:30:12 -0500

december, december

Sun, 02 Dec 2012 03:16:36 -0500

chanteee:

december, december

you started today

i’m glad that you’re here now

i hope that you’ll stay;

you’re my favorite month

the best in the year

birthdays and christmas

and winter and cheer;

along with the songs

and chill that you bring

make sure you remember

just one little thing-

make sure to remind me

each day that comes through:

december allows us

to start anew.

Just saw this movie for the first time. I loved it. Ruby...

Sat, 24 Nov 2012 01:25:08 -0500

Just saw this movie for the first time.

I loved it.

Ruby Sparks —> Go watch it.

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Tue, 20 Nov 2012 18:16:13 -0500

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Wed, 14 Nov 2012 17:29:29 -0500

Some leaving & some coming home.: Mindy Nettifee, “This is the Nonsense of Love” I. Our kiss is a secret...

Sun, 04 Nov 2012 19:52:57 -0500

Some leaving & some coming home.: Mindy Nettifee, “This is the Nonsense of Love” I. Our kiss is a secret...:

sarahschwartz:

Mindy Nettifee, “This is the Nonsense of Love”

I.

Our kiss is a secret handshake, a password.
We love like spies, like bruised prize fighters,

Like children building tree houses.
Our love is serious business.

One look from you and my spine reincarnates as kite string.

When I…

garrettspindler: ashtray-beers: Oh my god so...

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 02:55:19 -0400

garrettspindler:

ashtray-beers:

Oh my god so perfect

Hopefully there’s a costume party soon

"There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable."

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 02:51:56 -0400

“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable.”

- C.S. Lewis (via natashakills)

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Mon, 15 Oct 2012 21:30:35 -0400

"You’re exhausted in the faith because you’re looking at you. The more you look at yourself and the..."

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 16:56:03 -0400

“You’re exhausted in the faith because you’re looking at you. The more you look at yourself and the less you look at God, the more you get frustrated at yourself.”

- Matt Chandler (via littlethingsaboutgod)

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Fri, 05 Oct 2012 18:01:03 -0400

Overflow.

Mon, 01 Oct 2012 22:46:33 -0400

I’ve been talking to myself a lot lately.

Asking why I care so much about what other people think?

What other people are doing?

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I have been blinded by the bitterness that has been permeating from the hurt sitting inside of my heart for months now.

The blindness has been detrimental to so many aspects of my life.

Sin sucks the life out of you and if life could be contained in a cup, it has been close to empty for a while now.

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There are those friends that you know will be around forever.

The ones that call you out on your crap and listen to you weep on the phone for a straight half-hour.

I’m beyond thankful for that one friend whose loved me through this season of blindness.

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But what I’m most thankful for, well, that would be God.

He loves me unconditionally through all seasons.

He provides me with tangible forms of that love when I forget.

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He is filling my cup of life back up.

It will soon be overflowing.

YES.

Sat, 29 Sep 2012 23:01:20 -0400

YES.

Sometimes we experience a terrible dryness.

Thu, 27 Sep 2012 16:21:06 -0400

Sometimes we experience a terrible dryness.:

dandyrion:

“Sometimes we experience a terrible dryness in our spiritual life. We feel no desire to pray, don’t experience God’s presence, get bored with worship services, and even think that everything we have ever believed about God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit is little more than a childhood fairy tale.

Then it is important to realize that most of these feelings and thoughts are just feelings and thoughts, and that the Spirit of God dwells beyond our feelings and thoughts. It is a great grace to be able to experience God’s presence in our feelings and thoughts, but when we don’t, it does not mean that God is absent. It often means that God is calling us to a greater faithfulness. It is precisely in those times of spiritual dryness that we must hold on to our spiritual discipline so that we can grow into new intimacy with God.”

— Henri Nouwen

I needed to read this.

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