We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on You

"Trusting even when it appears you have been forsaken; praying when it seems your words are simply entering a vast expanse where no one hears and no voice answers; believing that God’s love is complete and that He is aware of your circumstances, even when your world seems to grind on as if setting its own direction and not caring for life or moving one inch in response to your petitions; desiring only what God’s hands have planned for you; waiting patiently while seemingly starving to death, with your only fear being that your faith might fail—‘this is the victory that has overcome the world’; this is genuine faith indeed."

Sometimes when I’m discouraged about where I’m at and ungrateful for what I have, I wonder what my twelve-year-old self would say. I realize she’d think my life turned out really sweet. She’d be excited that I can eat ice cream whenever I want and have a movie marathon after midnight. She’d love that I can get on an airplane by myself. She’d be thrilled that I have my own car. She’d be proud that I’m not afraid of the dark and surprised that I’m not so shy. She’d be impressed by other things that I view as mediocre now. It may sound completely silly, but when I look at my life through the lens of my twelve-year-old self it looks pretty darn spectacular. How easily we cease to be impressed. I don’t want to lose that childlike wonder and magic. What would your twelve-year-old self say about you and your life now?
Alla Drokina (via nonelikejesus)

You still want me, despite my indifference towards You

You still long for me, even though I haven’t longed for You anymore

You still love me, even though I have failed You so many times

Again and again… And yet, you still want me?

What kind of Love is this?

Letters unsent, words unspoken, feelings untold… Those things will keep us wondering… forever…

praying for you and your dad
Anonymous

Thank you!

Ready yourself. Rest in Christ. The loss may not necessarily be any less painful--for we have the right to hurt in times like these. Pray. Pray--as others will pray for you and your family--that we may all see, through the dark storm of death, the comforting light of grace.
Anonymous

Thank you, Anon. It means a lot