“You know, “I love you” is one of the greatest originally unoriginal phrases ever created. I mean it just seems so easy to say, three small, simple words that anyone can come up with. It’s been said about a billion times before, in every love story, in every relationship. But when you’re on your last sheet of paper, struggling desperately for the right words, it’s beautiful. I love you. And when the right person says it to you, and means it, it sounds like the most amazing combination of words in the English language. Not only that, but it sounds like it was written just for you. So creative and wonderful is the phrase “I love you”.”—(via eletheowl)
“I once wrote about something that my counselor said when I told him I felt like I was wrestling with God on some issues. He said, “God loves that.” This is not the answer I was expecting. I thought he would say, “You need to trust the Lord more.” Or “You need to let go and let God.” But he didn’t say that. Instead he remarked, “Jon, do you know what is true about wrestling? Have you ever stopped to think about the nature of wrestling? God loves to wrestle with us, because you can’t wrestle with someone who is far away. They have to be close to you. It’s a very intimate, personal activity.” And I think he was right. I think that God wants me close. I think He wants me near to His side, close enough to feel His breath and know His strength. And when I approach to wrestle over an issue with Him, like Jacob wrestling, I don’t think He is angry. I think He is happy, because I am close. Sure, I want to surrender and trust without question, but I no longer see wrestling as instant failure.”—Jon Acuff, Stuff Christians Like (via peacenotwar) (via humbleservant)
“When I’m at the pearly gates, this will be on my videotape when Mephistopheles is just beneath and he’s reaching up to grab me. You are my center when I spin away, out of control on videotape.”—I just keep thinking about this line.. I kind of want the last line tattooed on me, in leu of what happened today. and also for all the other signs that God has given me.
when I reach the pearly gates, this will be on my videotape.
I know I shouldn’t have, but I started smoking again.
I was fighting against myself, one side telling me don’t do it dude! God’s gonna be pissed! And then the other side was saying, Dude, you know you want it, so why fight it?
And so I smoked. When you ignore God, disaster follows. And the disaster came today. And yes, I’m talking about my dogs fighting and myself being covered in blood. It doesn’t sound like much of a big deal, but it was so… horrific. more than the others for some reason. If only you guys were there to see..
I came home, the dogs started to fight. they wouldn’t fucking stop. my little brother and I were trying to stop them since we were the only ones home. we broke a broom and a dustpan trying to separate them. but we eventually loosened them off each other…
I couldn’t fucking breathe afterward. I was wheezing, and then I looked at myself and there was a cut on my hand and blood on my jeans, shoes, arms… and all over the floor and bed. same goes for my little brother.
the most disgusting scene ever.
I don’t want to stay here. my parents’ room and the hallway smells like blood.