I would wait for a thousand years. I would sit right here by this lake, my dear. You just let me know you’re coming home and I’ll wait for you.
― Lord Huron (via ahundredwordsforsnow)
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All of life is a coming home.
Salesmen, secretaries, coal miners, beekeepers, sword swallowers, all of us.
All the restless hearts of the world, all trying to find a way home.
It’s hard to describe what I felt like then.
Picture yourself walking for days in the driving snow; you don’t even know you’re walking in circles.
The heaviness of your legs in the drifts, your shouts disappearing into the wind.
How small you can feel, and how far away home can be.
Home.
The dictionary defines it as both a place of origin and a goal or destination.
And the storm? The storm was all in my mind.
Or as the poet Dante put it: In the middle of the journey of my life, I found myself in a dark wood, for I had lost the right path.
Eventually I would find the right path, but in the most unlikely place.
Salesmen, secretaries, coal miners, beekeepers, sword swallowers, all of us.
All the restless hearts of the world, all trying to find a way home.
It’s hard to describe what I felt like then.
Picture yourself walking for days in the driving snow; you don’t even know you’re walking in circles.
The heaviness of your legs in the drifts, your shouts disappearing into the wind.
How small you can feel, and how far away home can be.
Home.
The dictionary defines it as both a place of origin and a goal or destination.
And the storm? The storm was all in my mind.
Or as the poet Dante put it: In the middle of the journey of my life, I found myself in a dark wood, for I had lost the right path.
Eventually I would find the right path, but in the most unlikely place.
― Patch Adams (1998)
(Source: neitherhere-northeirs)
The gospel is absurd and the life of Jesus is meaningless unless we believe that He lived, died, and rose again with but one purpose in mind: to make brand-new creation. Not to make people with better morals but to create a community of prophets and professional lovers, men and women who would surrender to the mystery of the fire of the Spirit that burns within, who would live in ever greater fidelity to the omnipresent Word of God, who would enter into the center of it all, the very heart and mystery of Christ, into the center of the flame that consumes, purifies, and sets everything aglow with peace, joy, boldness, and extravagant, furious love. This, my friend, is what it really means to be a Christian.
― Brennan Manning, ‘The Furious Longing of God’ (via francineannabelle)
Adulthood doesn’t mean you stop drinking juice pouches and eating fruit snacks. It means buying your own.
That’s deep
I like this.
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