Don’t tweet your prayers. Freaking PRAY them! You’re being such a heathen.
Baby come home soon. I miss you. I want to snuggle and kiss you. I hate that you go to school far away. I hate not hearing your voice every day. I hate that you can’t hold me in your strong arms and I hate that I can’t smell your delicious cologne. I hate that we can’t goof off and drive around like other couples. I miss you so much. Please come home and hold my hand and brush my hair out of my face soon. I miss your touch.
Some times I just wish I were a typical reckless teenager. You only life once, so why not live it big? Parties, alcohol, slutty alter-ego.
But in the end, I’m glad I don’t act on my impulses and I know that God’s way, the truth and the life, is the only way to go.
But yes, I do have the same earthly desires as everyone else from time to time.
"One of the best ways to keep Jesus Christ at the center of a relationship is to keep an open hand at all times. Whenever we start to cling too tightly to a friendship, relationship, or even the desire for a relationship, we must take a step back, examine our heart and entrust the pen back to the Author of romance."
— Leslie Ludy (via tolovetheloveless)
I think I believe in my sub-conscious that books can fix me.
I hate that feeling when you randomly feel depressed. There is no warning, no apparent reason. It just happens. You feel empty, and you feel hopeless. And you just feel tired. As if you never want to move again. Then when someone asks you what’s wrong, you can’t say because there is nothing that comes to mind. Then you start thinking of what it could be, and you realize just how much is wrong. You know that feeling? Yeah, it sucks.
(Source: noteverythingiswhatitseems-, via whydontyoustay-deactivated20110)
I know words are poor comforters, I know they can’t be a blanket of love when it comes to having someone’s arms wrapped around you, or when it comes to feeling someone’s warmth. But sometimes words are all the comfort some people have. Long distance relationships, couples who don’t see each other often, they rely on their voices, on their words to keep the loving flowing. I believe it’s very crucial for one to explain how much you mean to them, even if the intensity of the words could never match with the gravity of the actions, at least it’s something. I bet every relationship would want to communicate by holding hands and gazing into each other eyes, but some have to sacriface a little more the others. The one’s who are less fortunate of having the luxury of seeing each other everyday are the one’s who learn how to express their words in ways others can’t understand.
I know, it’s painful and difficult, to be separated by distance and by time. But it’s the time you take beyond this world, in your dreams and in your own minds, where the stars and moons collide to be with each other. Time, is testing your patience and devotion for one another. Life tests our inner strength and dedication for one another. You’re living under the magical shield of each others love and that’s what keeps you going. The mightiest powers of the world don’t have weapons that can break your heart. Love attached with words give hope, it brings deep attachment, an eternal bonding. It’s time to challenge destiny, let it throw whatever it has at you, and take it one step at a time. Remember, when we love, we give hope and when we give hope, we give life. <3
(via abiding-love)
today I had a heart-to-heart with my pastor about my dad and I - which has never really happened which is strange because we are so close. I was on the verge of tears most of the conversation but I was trying so hard to be strong and keep it in, I didn’t want to lose it.
but the one thing that keeps ringing in my heart is when he kept saying, “that breaks my heart…as a dad, a father, a youth pastor…I just, I just don’t understand…has he met you? you’re awesome. I don’t understand why he wouldn’t want a relationship with you - why he shut you out of his life. as a father, I just don’t understand that.” and I just wanted to hug him and cry because that is exactly what I think all the time. that it doesn’t make sense to me. why did you abandon your only daughter? no matter how tough I am that still stings a bit when your own dad kicks you out of his life, you know? that’s where Jesus comes in. and my father, papa. and my youth pastor. and all these other wonderful male role models I have in my life to fix what my dad screwed up in my life.
I just scrolled through his facebook and it took all of my energy to hold back tears. We weren’t best friends but I miss that kid so much. It’s just so sad to think about anyone you know being here on day and gone the next. It just doesn’t seem right or real at all. Every time I think about him I’m sad and I can only imagine if I lose someone actually close to me what it would feel like. I’m so proud of his girlfriend, she is so strong and beautiful. Prayers to that special family<3
