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vivr-e:

aquxeau


Christmas is coming. And God has something in store for us. Something so humongous that I await with bated breath. Thousands. That’s the words He put in my head. Not a number not 1000s but thousands. A word is that contains the very lives who are going to be changed.Am I in position? 2 Chronicles 20

vivr-e:

aquxeau

Christmas is coming. And God has something in store for us. Something so humongous that I await with bated breath. Thousands. That’s the words He put in my head. Not a number not 1000s but thousands. A word is that contains the very lives who are going to be changed.
Am I in position? 2 Chronicles 20

(Source: kpeckzogan)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

—Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken (via thechurchreptile)

Down The Green Pastures ♥: Steady My Heart - Kari Jobe

jieru:

Wish it could be easy
Why is life so messy?
Why is pain a part of us?
There are days I feel like
Nothing ever goes right
Sometimes it just hurts so much

But You’re here
You’re real
I know I can trust You

Even when it hurts
Even when it’s hard
Even when it all just falls apart
I will…

Love this song

Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.

David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary   (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: maddierose, via thatkindofwoman)

susannacole:

Photo by Sebastien Tixier 
The Japanese island of Hashima, also known as Gunkanjima (or “war vessel”) because of its shape, falls under the Nagasaki Prefecture in Japan. Used for quarrying coal, the island experienced extremely dense urbanisation accompanied by the highest population density rate ever recorded worldwide. When the coal mines closed in 1974, the island watched as its inhabitants suddenly departed, leaving it to abandon and desolation. Contrary to most deserted places, the island of Hashima bears no traces of human life following its brutal abandon. No graffiti or signs of destruction wreaked by Man exist: the Hashima of today has been shaped by the elements and the passage of time alone. Picking my way among the ruins, isolated in the middle of the ocean, and the fragments of the lives of men, women and children, I was struck by the island’s silence. I will thus refrain from adding any further details on Hashima, hoping that the photographs alone will be enough to express the spirit of these desolate spaces.

susannacole:

Photo by Sebastien Tixier 

The Japanese island of Hashima, also known as Gunkanjima (or “war vessel”) because of its shape, falls under the Nagasaki Prefecture in Japan. Used for quarrying coal, the island experienced extremely dense urbanisation accompanied by the highest population density rate ever recorded worldwide. When the coal mines closed in 1974, the island watched as its inhabitants suddenly departed, leaving it to abandon and desolation. Contrary to most deserted places, the island of Hashima bears no traces of human life following its brutal abandon. No graffiti or signs of destruction wreaked by Man exist: the Hashima of today has been shaped by the elements and the passage of time alone. Picking my way among the ruins, isolated in the middle of the ocean, and the fragments of the lives of men, women and children, I was struck by the island’s silence. I will thus refrain from adding any further details on Hashima, hoping that the photographs alone will be enough to express the spirit of these desolate spaces.