February 2011
now that there's all this room
kelsadee:
for potential and a little dreaming, I don’t know what I want anymore. Sadness may be my prevalent emotion these days, but absolute confusion is a close second.
don’t you love having a say though? it’s wonderful for life to be a blank canvas with plenty of room for whatever it is you want!
realization of the day:
It is necessary for us to feel pain, because without pain, we would have no understanding of the need for God.
January 2011
i would like to take a second to point out that i hate girls. and their opinions.
None of us are unique in our brokenness. We are unique in our beauty.
isaiah54 asked: I just wanted to tell you that you are strong, beautiful, and I am praying for you.
i was wondering, can You hold me now?
i just want to fast forward through this semester, please. it just keeps getting worse and worse..
it is far too much for me to handle knowing that i am the cause of somebody else’s pain.
You know what? My life has consisted of mostly good days. I can think of three or four seriously “bad” days. Somehow, today managed to find itself at the top of that list. God, I don’t know where you’re going with this, but one thing I do know is that you listened when I told you I wanted to get to the point of needing You and You alone. That point has come and gone.
To our fans in the US
grubbs:
Just a quick note to say I know we’ve been abroad a lot lately, but that doesn’t mean you haven’t been on our mind. We’re about to announce a ton of great shows for you guys all over the US. Stay tuned. I promise we’re working hard to come see you again soon. -M
you know, i’ve always been the one to have a lot of hope, no matter what. but this time? this time i feel hopeless. i am rarely scared, and i am rarely let down, but this time i just don’t understand.
a place of comfort is a scary place to be. when you’re comfortable, any kind of change seems bad. are you really happy? or are you just comfortable? i can’t really tell anymore.
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I don’t understand how anyone can think these thoughts and dream these dreams and not believe God exists. I mean, something so finite could never dream up something as infinite as God. It’s just not possible. If you’re at all aware of your own existence, shouldn’t that be proof enough that there’s some form of a higher power? We must be created by something greater...