"
For I am His and He is mine
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— In Christ Alone (via rahgodgirl)

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sunkist-n-razorblades:

when will my reflection show who i am inside

sunkist-n-razorblades:

when will my reflection show who i am inside

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lizjantzen:

My pastor told a story:
The worship service was a typical Sunday morning scene-all but for one woman.
One woman twisting and writhing provocatively at the front.  Alone. No one to stop her or tell her what it looked like she was doing.
Stripping.  
Many members of the congregation wondered why the pastor let her carry on in this way when her actions were so clearly inappropriate. Desecration. Blasphemy. 
If only they knew.
The pastor explained that this woman had, in fact, been a stripper up until three weeks prior when Jesus had got ahold of her heart.  She ran towards His love and didn’t look back.
"This is all she knows, the only way she knows how to move- and she is dancing for Jesus, giving her love back to Him."
Understanding God’s love for us comes first.  Our actions, habits and hurts will change in light of that love.  This woman is recklessly pouring out this truth, spilling it all over the front of our typical Sunday morning scene.
Unconditional, extravagant and inclusive grace personified. 
The cross is plenty big enough to handle our stripping, our lies, our jealousy and our manipulation. The cross is big enough for a little too much skin or the smell of liquor on unwashed breath.  The cross is big enough for success driven lifestyles that trod on the meek and mild.  Whether your life is handed to you on a silver platter or whether the platter crushes you, the cross is big enough.  Whether you serve every Sunday or hate every Sunday sermon, the cross is big enough.  The cross is big enough for your desires and fears. Your sexuality. The cross is big enough for big dreams.  For invention and innovation. For tradition. Earth shattering redemption-His sacrifice is the ultimate work of Art. The cross is big enough.  
Who did Christ come for if it wasn’t women like her, like me? 
My Jesus, I love thee, I know Thou art mine 

lizjantzen:

My pastor told a story:

The worship service was a typical Sunday morning scene-all but for one woman.

One woman twisting and writhing provocatively at the front.  Alone. No one to stop her or tell her what it looked like she was doing.

Stripping.  

Many members of the congregation wondered why the pastor let her carry on in this way when her actions were so clearly inappropriate. Desecration. Blasphemy. 

If only they knew.

The pastor explained that this woman had, in fact, been a stripper up until three weeks prior when Jesus had got ahold of her heart.  She ran towards His love and didn’t look back.

"This is all she knows, the only way she knows how to move- and she is dancing for Jesus, giving her love back to Him."

Understanding God’s love for us comes first.  Our actions, habits and hurts will change in light of that love.  This woman is recklessly pouring out this truth, spilling it all over the front of our typical Sunday morning scene.

Unconditional, extravagant and inclusive grace personified. 

The cross is plenty big enough to handle our stripping, our lies, our jealousy and our manipulation. The cross is big enough for a little too much skin or the smell of liquor on unwashed breath.  The cross is big enough for success driven lifestyles that trod on the meek and mild.  Whether your life is handed to you on a silver platter or whether the platter crushes you, the cross is big enough.  Whether you serve every Sunday or hate every Sunday sermon, the cross is big enough.  The cross is big enough for your desires and fears. Your sexuality. The cross is big enough for big dreams.  For invention and innovation. For tradition. Earth shattering redemption-His sacrifice is the ultimate work of Art. The cross is big enough.  

Who did Christ come for if it wasn’t women like her, like me? 

My Jesus, I love thee, I know Thou art mine 

(via four-fires)

stayy0ungandwild:

All I want right now are waffles, forehead kisses, and maybe some pink peonies. 

(via four-fires)

"The fact that you’re struggling doesn’t make you a burden. It doesn’t make you unloveable or undesirable or undeserving of care. It doesn’t make you too much or too sensitive or too needy. It makes you human. Everyone struggles. Everyone has a difficult time coping, and at times, we all fall apart. During these times, we aren’t always easy to be around — and that’s okay. No one is easy to be around one hundred percent of the time. Yes, you may sometimes be unpleasant or difficult. And yes, you may sometimes do or say things that make the people around you feel helpless or sad. But those things aren’t all of who you are and they certainly don’t discount your worth as a human being. The truth is that you can be struggling and still be loved. You can be difficult and still be cared for. You can be less than perfect, and still be deserving of compassion and kindness."

— Daniell Koepke (via psych-facts)

Well crap, I’m one of THOSE girls.

sophiasnewseason:

follaton-woods:

Roo & Deborah in Norway II (x)

I would move here in a blink of an eye

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awkwardsituationist:

vancouver aquarium, may 2013. photos andy clark

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