Not My Own

1 Corinthians 6:19-20

I wasn’t mean; I wasn’t evil. I was nice. And let me tell you, a hesitant man is the last thing in the world a woman needs. She needs a lover and a warrior, not a ‘Really Nice Guy’.

John Eldredge (via kvtes)


An idea I’ll have to remember to use possibly one day for my future wife!

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In a way I quite understand why some people are put off by Theology. I remember once when I had been giving a talk to the R.A.F., an old, hard-bitten officer got up and said, `I’ve no use for all that stuff. But, mind you, I’m a religious man too. I know there’s a God. I’ve felt Him out alone in…

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Dry ice & dish soap 


"honey, i’m pregnant."

hello pregnant,” he whispers, tears of joy in his eyes. “i’m dad.”

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We have our mother tongue…. We have Mother Earth from which all growing things come, and Mother Nature, the unpredictable source of typhoons and tornadoes. The mother lode is the source of riches and a “mother headache” is one that sends you to bed. The mother of all storms is fierce, and the motherland is the home we left and long for. Mother is the source of life. Mother is powerful. Mother is strong.

John and Stasi Eldredge, “Captivating”

Marriage is running a quick errand, going on a hot date, and then brushing your teeth together afterwards.

James, my husband  (via explore-everywhere)

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I rolled down a hill while taking a panorama for this one

This is great. Just the three of us. You, Me, and this brick wall you built between us.

Spongebob Squarepants (via themonkeywrenchworld)


Graduating high school:


Suddenly having adult responsibilities:


Celebrating Advent means being able to wait. Waiting is an art that our impatient age has forgotten. It wants to break open the ripe fruit when it has hardly finished planting the shoot. But all too often the greedy eyes are only deceived; the fruit that seemed so precious is still green on the inside, and disrespectful hands ungratefully toss aside what has so disappointed them. Whoever does not know the austere blessedness of waiting—that is, of hopefully doing without—will never experience the full blessing of fulfillment.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer, God Is In the Manger (via hislivingpoetry)

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Your head on my chest
Giving yet receiving
An endless comfort


All this technology is making us antisocial. [via]

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