God doesn’t talk to me in an audible voice because God isn’t a human; He’s God. That makes sense to me because human beings are limited and God isn’t limited at all. He can communicate to us in any way He wants to anytime he wants to. Through flowers, other people, an uncomfortable sense, a feeling of joy, goose bumps, a newfound talent, or an appreciation we acquire over time. It doesn’t need to be a big mystical thing.
I haven’t seen a combination of tree limbs that looked like John the Baptist or a cloud formation resembling Jesus. Honestly, they look just like branches and clouds to me. But I do see the beauty in them and the beauty that’s everywhere, that God made for me and you. I especially see evidence of God in other people’s lives. What’s beautiful about them always looks an awful lot like God to me. I wonder if the people listening for voices or looking for cloud shapes miss the whisper of God’s creation, somehow thinking it’s a lesser form of communication, like a text message rather than a whole book on tape.
It could just be me, but in all of this and despite what feels like a handicap at times, I can almost read His lips inaudibly saying to me, “I love you this much.”
❝ Maybe it won’t work out. But maybe seeing if it does will be the best adventure ever. ❞
❝ So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow. ❞
, Rainbow Rowell (via pureblyss
Frozen hot chocolate at Serendipity! (at Serendipity 3)
❝ When you arise in the moring, think of what a precious privelege it is to be alive— to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love. ❞
❝ My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart. ❞
❝ Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy ❞
❝ I think people spend too much time staring into screens and not enough time drinking wine, tongue kissing, and dancing under the moon. ❞
I don’t want to look back in five years time and think, ‘We could have been magnificent, but I was afraid.’ In 5 years I want to tell of how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in life, and I didn’t let it.
❝ We don’t learn to love each other well in the easy moments. Anyone is good company at a cocktail party. But love is born when we misunderstand one another and make it right, when we cry in the kitchen, when we show up uninvited with magazines and granola bars, in an effort to say, I love you. ❞
— Shauna Niequist, Bread & Wine: A Love Letter to Life Around the Table, with Recipes
I like that the words “knit” and “woven” are used in Psalm 139. You were not simply spoken into existence as God did with the earth. You have been hand crafted and beautifully put together. God spent time making you who you are. And there is nothing worthless about you.