Our days are numbered by nights on too many rooftops. :)
It’s my summer and there’s an abundance of things to do. My internship, working, spending time with my new roommates (who are stinkin AWESOME btw), spending time with my family, my SAE boys, going on a mission trip to the most beautiful country I’ve ever seen, and our annual family beach vacation. Oh, and in between all of that.. Keep my social life in tact. Seems pretty difficult at the moment, but I think I’ll be just fine.
God knows the desires of my heart. He knows how badly I need this summer to work out perfectly. To get a good grade on my internship, perform my sweetheart duties for the greatest guys on campus, to have team unity in Guatemala to effectively communicate His love for lost people, for mom to be walking by mid June so that we can look for shells together on the shoreline..
As I’m writing this, I can’t help but wonder.. Is this too much to ask? Do I expect too much from God?.. But an overwhelming peace in my heart says no. And that’s a fantastic feeling. He wants these things to happen for me, because He loves me. His child who fails Him daily. Who doesn’t seek hard enough some days, who forgets that He is always with me. It’s absolutely incredible, His unconditional love. It’s overwhelmingly beautiful and merciless.
And I don’t understand how He could love a people undeserving. Our nature is to be curious and fall into temptation and to be greedy and fall into want of worldly desires. We completely forget about the promise of a wonderful life in heaven with Him- a life with no pain, no trials, no selfishness, no greed, no hunger, no suffering, just.. Love. Beauty. Divine romance. Selflessness. Yet in the midst of our daily failures, He still loves us. And desires our hearts.
I can’t wait to see what this summer brings. This season of change, hope, no dating. I want to seek Christ on a deeper, more passionate level. I want to fall head-over-heels in love with the God who created me.
Caught up in Grace like an avalanche
Nothing compares to this love, love, love. Burning in my heart.. Take my life, take all that I am. With all that I have I will love You. Take my life, take all that I am. Jesus, how I adore You.
This is wonderful!Peeta’s hijacking from Johanna’s POV.
It’s barely a whisper when I first hear it; she’s a mutt, kill her. He’s sound asleep, muttering his way through another restless night. I’ve grown so used to hearing Katniss! and please, leave her alone and I love you, please, no. This is new. It doesn’t even sound like Peeta. I wonder if he’s aware of what is happening to him; I wonder if he knows why they take him into that room and bring him back without a scratch. Of course, he must know to an extent. But does he know how serious this is? How much they can take? What they can turn him into? I’ve heard about this before; brainwashing, probably using tracker jacker venom. When he wakes the next morning, I press myself up against the wall and whisper to him. I tell him about Katniss Everdeen, about how he loves her, about how he has to try to keep hold of her or they’ll win. I think they hear - no, I know they hear - because two hours later they’re ready for me, they shave my hair off and I’m being shoved into a tank of water. I wonder what they’ll do. I’ll give them nothing, whatever awaits.
Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
Veronica Roth | Divergent
(Source: foxyfaced)
