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prism † prone

I'm just sitting a-round
being foolish
when there is work to be done

God does not regret saving you. There is no sin which you commit which is beyond the cross of Christ.
Matt Chandler (via sick-inbed)

why should i carry on living?

Anonymous

writingsforwinter:

Birthdays. Setting fires. Holding hands. Making stew on cold nights. Mountain climbing. Sleep. First dates. Vacation. Spending the day in bed. Buying wedding rings. Exploring a forest. Playing peekaboo with a baby. Watching someone smile genuinely. Camping. Stargazing. Counting rings on a tree. Realizing that someone loves you. Returning that love. Getting drunk for the first time. Smell of old books. Looking through black & white photos. Learning your ancestors’ names. Laughter. Hot chocolate. The feeling of getting back up after falling down. First day of college. Last day of college. Acing a job interview. Screwing one up and realizing it’s not the end of the world. Collecting shells. Sunbathing. Listening to someone’s heartbeat. Sound of waves crashing against shore. Rain hitting a tin roof. Heartbreak that turns into heart-healing. Your own house. Decorating that house. Coming home to someone you love. Hearing the sound of their footsteps on the stairs. Honesty of fall leaves. Their colors. Fresh snowfall. Singing favorite songs off-key. Seeing love come into someone’s eyes. Watching your parents look at each other like the very first time. Sunrise. Sunset. The way fire burns into ash. Smell of a campire. Waking up with light spilling over the sheets. Breakfast in bed. Living long enough to watch wounds heal over. Change. Wilderness. Forgiveness. Change some more. More change. Spring. Flowers blooming, opening up like you can. Good memories. Learning how to forget bad ones. Warm feet in a cold bed. Sleeping with the only person you care about. Waking up to their mouth and arms. Smiles that reach all the way to the eyes. Letting go of balloons like dead weight. Floating in water on your back. Skydiving. Risk. Adventure. First C on a test. First A. Favorite teacher. First poem. Last poem. Holidays with family. Roadtrips. Changing the sheets. Your father’s gnarled hands when he grows old. Grandchildren. Children of your own. Their first day of college. Their graduation. Their wedding. Anniversaries. Making daisy chains. Smell of freshly-cut grass. Pride. Feeling good about yourself. Loving what’s in the mirror. Not being afraid anymore. No more heaviness. No more grief. Survival. Picking berries til your fingers are stained dark. Frost on windows. Holding someone without sex. Sex with love. The joy of swearing. Counting the years you’ve lived. Another candle on the birthday cake. Another mark of victory. That bellyache laugh that hurts all over. But hurts so good. Breath freezing in winter. Feeling that breath on your skin. Someone’s eyelashes blinking into your palm. Accomplishment. Self-worth. Love. Triumph. Sitting under willow trees without weeping. Apologies that get accepted. Understanding that comes from forgiveness. First fight. First makeup afterward. Less hurt. More good.

Everything.

jspark3000:

 

Eugene Cho has just released a book today called Overrated: Are We More In Love With The Idea of Changing The World Than Actually Changing The World?  The foreword is also by one of my favorite authors, Donald Miller, who wrote Blue Like Jazz.

One of the other reasons I’m so excited for this book is because Eugene Cho put in my testimony, about the time I gave away half my salary to fight human trafficking.  I’m just crazy honored and humbled to be part of his work.

Back in 2012, I wrote a check for $10,000 to the charity One Day’s Wages, and after an awareness campaign, someone anonymously donated enough to make a matching contribution of another $10,000.  If you want to see what the money does, check here

It was one of the most exciting things I’ve ever done, and I don’t say any of this to brag.  I say this to brag on God, who makes all this possible, and to brag on the millions of untold stories of real sacrifice, courage, and reckless grace.  In a world so hurting, there are still people fighting for real change.

— J.S.

why should i carry on living?

Anonymous

writingsforwinter:

Birthdays. Setting fires. Holding hands. Making stew on cold nights. Mountain climbing. Sleep. First dates. Vacation. Spending the day in bed. Buying wedding rings. Exploring a forest. Playing peekaboo with a baby. Watching someone smile genuinely. Camping. Stargazing. Counting rings on a tree. Realizing that someone loves you. Returning that love. Getting drunk for the first time. Smell of old books. Looking through black & white photos. Learning your ancestors’ names. Laughter. Hot chocolate. The feeling of getting back up after falling down. First day of college. Last day of college. Acing a job interview. Screwing one up and realizing it’s not the end of the world. Collecting shells. Sunbathing. Listening to someone’s heartbeat. Sound of waves crashing against shore. Rain hitting a tin roof. Heartbreak that turns into heart-healing. Your own house. Decorating that house. Coming home to someone you love. Hearing the sound of their footsteps on the stairs. Honesty of fall leaves. Their colors. Fresh snowfall. Singing favorite songs off-key. Seeing love come into someone’s eyes. Watching your parents look at each other like the very first time. Sunrise. Sunset. The way fire burns into ash. Smell of a campire. Waking up with light spilling over the sheets. Breakfast in bed. Living long enough to watch wounds heal over. Change. Wilderness. Forgiveness. Change some more. More change. Spring. Flowers blooming, opening up like you can. Good memories. Learning how to forget bad ones. Warm feet in a cold bed. Sleeping with the only person you care about. Waking up to their mouth and arms. Smiles that reach all the way to the eyes. Letting go of balloons like dead weight. Floating in water on your back. Skydiving. Risk. Adventure. First C on a test. First A. Favorite teacher. First poem. Last poem. Holidays with family. Roadtrips. Changing the sheets. Your father’s gnarled hands when he grows old. Grandchildren. Children of your own. Their first day of college. Their graduation. Their wedding. Anniversaries. Making daisy chains. Smell of freshly-cut grass. Pride. Feeling good about yourself. Loving what’s in the mirror. Not being afraid anymore. No more heaviness. No more grief. Survival. Picking berries til your fingers are stained dark. Frost on windows. Holding someone without sex. Sex with love. The joy of swearing. Counting the years you’ve lived. Another candle on the birthday cake. Another mark of victory. That bellyache laugh that hurts all over. But hurts so good. Breath freezing in winter. Feeling that breath on your skin. Someone’s eyelashes blinking into your palm. Accomplishment. Self-worth. Love. Triumph. Sitting under willow trees without weeping. Apologies that get accepted. Understanding that comes from forgiveness. First fight. First makeup afterward. Less hurt. More good.

Everything.

protestforpeace0123:

mein-hui-sabse-parayi:

"Compliments are stupid. Words that melt are stupid. They will do nothing for you. Boys that can be smooth around you don’t actually like you, otherwise they wouldn’t be able to speak properly. You’ll find that boy, and he’ll feel so freaking lucky that he won’t be able to speak."

Yes I do give amazing advice.

sheenalovessunsets:

"He has made everything beautiful in its time." (Ecclesiastes 3:11)
Today, Mor and I celebrate our 1 year anniversary! God has blessed us with so much more than we could ever have asked for or imagine, but for me, the greatest gift He has given me (after Himself) is my husband.
It’s such a wonderful thing to love and be loved by a man after God’s own heart. Ecclesiastes 4:10 says “When one falls, the other can help him up” and this is how it is with us. He keeps me accountable with everything that goes on in my life and he inspires me everyday to ‘press on’ in my walk with Jesus. Everyday, I thank God for him. :)
It is only by His grace alone that we can celebrate this day together today. Life together hasn’t been perfect, of course, and I know there will be many more challenges ahead of us but I know God is faithful to finish the work He has begun in us so we are both just very excited to experience His love even more in the years to come!

sheenalovessunsets:

"He has made everything beautiful in its time." (Ecclesiastes 3:11)

Today, Mor and I celebrate our 1 year anniversary! God has blessed us with so much more than we could ever have asked for or imagine, but for me, the greatest gift He has given me (after Himself) is my husband.

It’s such a wonderful thing to love and be loved by a man after God’s own heart. Ecclesiastes 4:10 says “When one falls, the other can help him up” and this is how it is with us. He keeps me accountable with everything that goes on in my life and he inspires me everyday to ‘press on’ in my walk with Jesus. Everyday, I thank God for him. :)

It is only by His grace alone that we can celebrate this day together today. Life together hasn’t been perfect, of course, and I know there will be many more challenges ahead of us but I know God is faithful to finish the work He has begun in us so we are both just very excited to experience His love even more in the years to come!

If you don’t know God as beautiful and satisfying you don’t know Him.
John Piper (via littlethingsaboutgod)

kohwala:

i even procrastinate sleep

jspark3000:

Where the grace of God is most important is the moment you mess it up: because you tell yourself you might as well fall back to your old self. But in that moment of defeat, you need Him more than ever to move you forward. He will NOT hold back His grace to restore you to who you really are: a person capable of reckless love, anchored joy, pure wisdom, and enduring strength.

— J.S.

wakingdeadheartalive:

Wisdom. #jspark #wordsofwisdom #afterlight #edit @afterlightapp #beautiful #flowers #blossoms #cherryblossoms #wise #God

swagking4000:

there was a big explosion sound outside and i pulled aside my curtain to see what it was but as i did so, so did the woman across the street and we both sort of waved at each other and it was nice even though something may have exploded

westernkanye:

my voice is girly when I talk to strangers but when I’m with friends I turn into morgan freeman

likeasoundtracktoajulysatnight:

Make banana pudding, men will marry you.

likeasoundtracktoajulysatnight:

Make banana pudding, men will marry you.