You see, here’s the thing:
God is love.
And that love, it’s unconditional.
Don’t let your pride be the one to let you say
"I am the one exception"
Because sweetheart, I promise, you’re not.
Max Lucado (via getoffyourfeetandmakethiscount)
I have no place in this life
So you can’t tell me
I am important, worthy, and beautiful.
I know what I am:
I am ugly, useless, and broken.
I used to believe that
A God exists who loves me.
But now I have realized that
I deserve to die.
But grace turns it all around.
(read in reverse)
Wow you guys. I never expected to get this many notes on a poem of mine. I’m amazed it has touched so many people!
Well, the time has come. I’m going away for Lent. I’ll be back. I don’t have queued posts for the whole time. Just like the first week or so. See y’all in April!
ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life