A Severe Mercy….

A Severe Mercy. I have yet to finish it. Only three chapters in and I think its going to be my favorite book. I have cried 5 times already. These are my favorite passages from chapter one. Read them. Then go read the book. 

What emerged from our talk was nothing less, we believed, than the central ‘secret’ of enduring love: sharing.

‘Look,’ we said, ‘what is it that draws two people into closeness and love? Of course there’s the mystery of physical attraction, but beyond that it’s the things they share. We both love strawberries and ships and collies and poems and all beauty, and all those things bind us together. Those sharings just happened to be; but what we must do now is share everything. Everything! If one of us likes anything, there must be something to like in it – and the other one must find it. Every single thing that either of us likes. That way we shall create a thousand strands, great and small, that will link us together. Then we shall be so close that it woulde impossible – unthinkable – for either of us to suppose that we could ever recreate such closeness with anyone else. And our trust in each other will not only be based on love and loyalty but on the fact of a thousand sharings – a thousand strands twisted into something unbreakable.’

Total sharing, we felt, was the ultimate secret of a love that would last for ever. And of course we could learn to like anything if we wanted to. Through sharing we would not only make a bond of incredible friendship, but through sharing we would keep the magic of inloveness. And with every year, more and more depth. We would become as close as two human beings could become – closer perhaps than any two people had ever been. Whatever storms might come, whatever changes the years might bring, there would be the bedrock closeness of all our sharing. So we saw our way, horizon beyond horizon, ahead.

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What do you want?

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I want to be skinny. I want to be fit. I want to have beautiful nails and hair. I want to have a flat smooth stomach. I want to wake up early everyday and work out. I want to look like she does. I want my face to be clear of blemish. I want to have big eyes and waxed eyebrows. I want to have tan skin that shines and is soft. I want to have red lips that always look glossed. I want to have little arms that are strong. I want to have long legs. I want to have little ears that look great with earrings. I want to eat as little as I can. I want to be hot. I want to bring glory to myself.

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I want to have tight abs from laughing and a wrinkled face from smiling. I want to have healthy legs from walking miles and miles next to people that I love. I want to have short nails that I can’t keep nice because they are always in the dish water. I want to have eyes full of wisdom. I want to have buff ears from listening. I want to have a strong back from carried children and building a home. I want to have freckles from being out in the sun. I want to have a bit of a tummy from eating ice-cream in the kitchen at midnight with my sister too often. I want to have headaches from reading the Bible for too long. I want to have ready hands from serving other. I want to bring glory to God.

*disclamerthereisnothingwrongwithwantingtobeprettyaslongasyoudontwantthatoverobeyingchrist*

Little things

-The smell of a memory

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-Locking eyes across the room

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-Fingers running though your hair

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-Warm hands

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-Clothes that make you feel pretty

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-When you open a jar of peanut butter and the top is smooth

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-Three songs that you love in a row on the radio

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-Hugs

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-Finding something to be better than you thought it would be

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-Warm bed at night

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-Laughing with people you love over nothingImage

-Doing nothing, at all. 

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Hold on

I, I can’t promise you
that I won’t let you down
And I, I can’t promise you
that I will be the only one around
when your hope falls down

But we’re young, open flowers in the windy fields
of this war-torn world
And love, this city breathes the plague
of loving things more than their creators

I ran away
I could not take the burden of both me and you
It was too fast
Casting love on me as if it were a spell I could not break
When it was a promise I could not make

But what if I was wrong?

But hold on to what you believe in the light
When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight

And now this land means less and less to me
without you breathing through its trees
At every turn the water runs away from me
and the halo disappears
and the hole when you’re not near

So what if I was wrong?

But hold on to what you believe in the light
When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight

So hold on to what you believed in the light

Strong

There are no people in this world who are truly strong. There are those who may seem to be able carry more, thats only because really they carry nothing. Rather they give over their burdens to the one who is strong. They give it all to the savior.