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A lot of times we try to discipline ourselves out of doing bad stuff. And I started thinking about my bad days and it seems on those days my desire for more animalistic pleasures is greater in every area. More laziness, more indulgence for food and and distractions and lusts and greedy pleasures and immediate gratifications. And I wondered why that is. Is it less about a certain vice that is pulling me to something, than it is the status of my heart which makes it look for vices? And I realized on my good days my heart was different. What was different about it? It was that on my good days I think I have a greater appreciation for beauty. And because of that when little vices sneak up and try to tempt me, I just didn’t want to bring dirt into whatever beautiful thing I felt in my life. Whether it be a peace in my mind. Or gratitude for the awe-striking rainstorm outside, or the bit of revelation I felt like God gave me that morning. The feeling of peacefulness, and patience, and a closeness to my heart. Just more sensitive to things. More of a desire to keep my life in order. And that appreciation of beauty, and maybe me cultivating it has a part to play in keeping the vices at bay. Raw Spoon, 7-11-17

But she was still single because she was in love with her boss. Although she loved him, she knew it could never happen because of their ages. She just didn't want to lose what she had with him. Just then her phone buzzed in her purse. And I've loved you for so long.” "How did you--?" "The Clock Tower. They figured out how to do it.

Dayton. El Paso. Aurora. Charleston. Columbine. So many more. In the first few centuries when plagues broke out and people were fleeing cities, Christians headed into the cities, toward the carnage to rescue the dying. When ancient Rome threw their unwanted babies out to die, the Christians rescued them. Archibishop Desmond Tutu stopped the bloodbath of revenge by leading South Africa in mass forgiveness after one tribe massacred another. It takes something different. And I know many people feel a lot of anger, shock, fear, sadness, and horror. And justifiably so. It’s a very dark and heavy blanket on us. This is an epidemic, like the plague. So how do we respond? This piece of art is NOT a statement about gun rights or politics. It’s about something different. Raw Spoon (2019?? after a shooting)

But I am learning that when you love something more, you begin to despise the things that hurt the thing you love.

And eventually even as the sun gets cold, they are forced to move toward the warmth in the middle of The old world will seem so sparse and hollow that it will barely be a consideration as it moves around

I think we focus a lot on God’s love for us, His forgiveness, and our belief in Him that will save us We can be loved and forgiven and believe well, but that just gives us the safe foundation to try hard But now I need you to get to work with the hard task of loving people well.

She is looking down at her hands Lonely, picking at her cuticles, biting her lip Holding back tears in "A spoon and a half of creamer . . ." her voice quivers, "my love." green eyes burning like stars over the rocky caves of his nostrils and his jutting, set jaw, As he moves They moved like a kiss. under her thighs and her back But Holds her entirely in his eyes  the whole way To their bed And he loves

You said God is Love. Why would we be scared of him?" "Oh, your generation. I can't believe you. "When our great grandparents moved to this valley there was nothing but forests on those hills. We sometimes couldn't see how people dying in earthquakes was because of his love." "And his love." He was staring through the window at his favorite soaring spire, finally grasping that the love of their

You can’t control who loves you, so don’t worry about it. But you CAN choose to love them. Don’t waste your day with Tv, unless it will help you live your life like a movie of your own. But if I identify them as such, they lose their power. And the waves will pass. It only takes little acts to make people feel loved or unloved.

the chatter on the airwaves for messages in code from their commander, directing his battalion's next move However he also loved living isolated in the woods. he had worked it so that his job would allow him to live in his cabin and do what he loved as long as he was within Wi-Fi range when that crucial notification Cellular: There was a single mother who loved going to concerts.

I would love to see them all mixed together. for what I used to live for). I think this idea of living NOT for pleasure and success, but living for story has been a very healthy It allows me to love all my friends better, whether they’re weird or not, because as I see their flaws I see the movie camera in heaven getting better and better footage that the angels, and we, will love

"Love is! It's love, mom! Look--" He knelt down and started arranging things on the coffee table. Love. It's Love that pulls us. And it's okay too if someone doesn't want to love me back, because we are all loved. I love it." We're all moving, being pulled back to him. It's love. It's love all this runs on, Mom.