Perhaps you have to have a little bit of hope to believe that beauty can be found, to believe that life does come back, that something can surprise you. And maybe hope and wonder are somehow related. Maybe wonder feeds hope and hope feeds wonder. You see something beautiful and it reminds you that it’s possible to see something beautiful.
I just have to believe that we are all more loved than we’ll ever know. And we’re all in this together.
There is something true inside the song you can’t stop listening to.
That guy with tears in his eyes and ghosts in his heart. He loved her, and you could see it.
Love is a choice as much as it is magic. Magic comes in moments, but choices stretch out over time. We make them new each morning.
We often ask God to show up. We pray prayers of rescue. Perhaps God would ask us to be that rescue, to be His body, to move for things that matter. He is not invisible when we come alive.
So if you feel as if you feel too much, well then you are not alone. May these words find you like a friend.
The truth is that we’re all living stories.
Don’t live only in your head. It’s lonely and it’s dangerous.
My thoughts gravitate to whatever’s missing, whatever’s lost or broken or painful. My heart worries and fears. There is plenty to be thankful for but those are not the scenes I stay stuck in.
There are dreams inside of me and those are mine and my guess is that they’re there for a reason. But for all the days like now where the dreams are asked to be only dreams, I’m gonna keep getting out of bed. I’m gonna keep living my story. I’m gonna believe that there is reason and purpose, and power in my life. I’m gonna believe that I’m alive inside a story bigger than my pain, bigger than everything missing.
Acting may get us the applause we want, but taking a risk on being ourselves is the only path toward true intimacy. And true intimacy, the exchange of affection between two people who are not lying, is transforming.
Time has a way of putting things back where they belong. Love has a way of breaking the silence.
We’re saying the story doesn’t end here, that the air in your lungs is there for a reason.
Don Miller says we’re called to hold our hands against the wounds of a broken world, to stop the bleeding. i agree so greatly.
If i have learned anything in the last couple of years, i have learned that it’s a lot easier to talk about loving people than it is to actually love people.
Our job now, those of us simply observing today, shocked by this awful news, our job is to love people. When it hurts. When it’s awkward. When it’s uncool and embarrassing. Our job is to stand together, to carry the burdens of one another, and to meet one another in our questions.
It’s better to be true than to be cool. Be yourself. Do what you love.
Live with grace and dignity. It’s a middle finger to the darkness.
I’ll leave you with something I heard at lunch today: “Life is basically about these two questions: What will you celebrate? What will you grieve?