This too shall pass.
as a cognitive psych major in college, i’ve already diagnosed myself with 1209124 mental illnesses and counting
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.
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.
— A.W. Tozer, The Pursuit of God
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
can fix-it felix fix my GPA?