"I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once."

— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

"Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon and each month it cries for a love it will never touch."
Life goal #5. Done.

Life goal #5. Done.

(Source: solaceing, via lanacow)

Why Are You Cast Down, O My Soul?

Psalm 42

As a deer pants for flowing streams,
    so pants my soul for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God,
    for the living God.
When shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my food
    day and night,
while they say to me all the day long,
    “Where is your God?”
These things I remember,
    as I pour out my soul:
how I would go with the throng
    and lead them in procession to the house of God
with glad shouts and songs of praise,
    a multitude keeping festival.

Why are you cast down, O my soul,
    and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
    my salvationand my God.

My soul is cast down within me;
    therefore I remember you
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,
    from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep
    at the roar of your waterfalls;
all your breakers and your waves
    have gone over me.
By day the Lord commands his steadfast love,
    and at night his song is with me,
    a prayer to the God of my life.
I say to God, my rock:
    “Why have you forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning
    because of the oppression of the enemy?”
As with a deadly wound in my bones,
    my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me all the day long,
    “Where is your God?”

Why are you cast down, O my soul,
    and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
    my salvation and my God.

finals week: where a student finally takes off the plastic wrapping on their textbook and study grinds harder than a 16 year old girl at her first high school prom.

"Turn my eyes from looking at worthless things;
and give me life in your ways."

— Psalm 119:37

His grace is more than enough for me. What a sweet, sweet truth that is.

as a cognitive psych major in college, i’ve already diagnosed myself with 1209124 mental illnesses and counting

My Musical Moods

Some days I wake up to the cheerful sound of Love chirping. She courts me to dance with her, and I do. We twist, we spin, and we step on each others toes as we sway to the music that is her laughter. Her eyes are the stars on a cloudless canvas and her smile is the warmth of the sun on a cold winter day.

Other times I am awakened by the soft weeping of Love's twin sister, Sorrow. My soul is compelled to cry with her and to share in her suffering. Her tears are the twisting and turning of a sleepless night, but the subtle strength in her voice is the beginning of spring after the snow. 

Recently, my days have been filled not with the songs of Love or Sorrow, but rather, with the beckoning of Silence. She calls for me to come and stay a while with her. It is strange and awkward at first, the nothingness, but slowly there comes a comfort not found in any other sound. Her muteness is the calm in the center of my storm.

It has been a rather quiet week.

"They told me that to make her fall in love I had to make her laugh. But everytime she laughs I’m the one who falls in love."

Tommaso Ferraris (via asaantiago)

(Source: soulmeetsgiirl, via mmmichy-deactivated20140204)

theclem:

After laughter, I believe that the sound of a piano ballad is the best remedy.

Then confusion and the doubts you had up and walk away.

My daily reminder

Hope all things in the Lord

Surrender all things in the Lord

For hope without surrender leads to obsession and surrender without hope leads to depression.

Above all, patience in His will and timing and remembering that He is my first love.

Though a storm rages in me, Your steadfast love anchors my soul.

My hopes and dreams
Here at Your feet
I’m letting go
I’m letting go