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December 2011
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Washington is not a place to live in. The rents are high, the food is bad, the...
– Horace Greeley
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In speaking of this desire for our own faroff country, which we find in...
– -C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory
(of all the human writings i have read in my life, this perhaps resonates with and speaks to me the most.)
snobbery.
filmmakers. artists. writers. cowboys. photographers. chefs. college students. mothers. businessmen. truck drivers. bloggers. drug dealers. musicians. soldiers. politicians.
in our own ways, we are all just a bunch of snobs.
we can’t be comfortable until we are convinced of our own superiority.
and once we are in that comfortable place, wherever we find it, there we remain stagnant and...
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And then, of her, and of every created thing I praise, I should say, ‘In...
– C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
He opens shafts in a valley away from where anyone lives; they are forgotten by...
– Job 28, ESV
hidden treasure
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my dorm room.
apple green jolly rancher, bikini top, coffee grounds, seventeen postcards taped on bare white walls, a dreamcatcher, my wildflower bouquet stuck in a coffee mug.
random things like a penguin sticker and a sycamore leaf and a stuffed toy killer whale. they have stories, trust me.
attempts at being an adult like a calendar and a coffeemaker and a drawer stuffed haphazardly with important...
no i cant.
I’m sick of inspirational quotes.
All these you-can-do-it-shoot-for-the-moon-stars-love-go-me quotes. Ugh. The point is, no I can’t. The point is, Christ already did.
The majority of my life has been one giant effort to pull myself up by my bootstraps. I’m done. May Christ be all and in all. Not a second goes by in which I do not desperately need Him.
Does this make me...
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The air is spiked with hickory smoke and earth
A thousand leaves disintegrate...
– -“First Hunt”
(my dad took me hunting for the first time many years ago…wrote this last month.)
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Beads and bland-faced saints
Angry eyes of God on me
Faith of my fathers.
My...
– My Protestant Reformation
now that it’s Christmas break i want this tattoo