Hearing one woman exclaim about another, “She just had a baby, and went right back to being a size zero!” (in admiration and envy) makes me feel sad.

In heaven, nobody will care what size dress you wore, how many awards your children received, or how many worthless Pinterest activities you accomplished.  

I remember a good, old Book that says: the only thing that counts is faith, expressing itself through love.  

Talk that up, ladies.  Faith through love is the real accomplishment.  

You shouldn’t own clothing you would be upset if a well meaning child unintentionally ruined.

Love does not protect itself.  It gives until it forgets itself. 

i-have-learned-the-secret asked: What gives you hope?

So many things.

You.
Christ.
Christ in you, 
the hope of glory.

The fact that every day He wakes us up with new blessings.
And even if He never gave us another blessed thing, we would still be the most blessed of all people: He has given us Himself.

Because He first loved us.

One of the most interesting things to me about the story of Balaam (in Numbers) is that Balak was so focused on cursing others, that he didn’t even try to pursue a relationship with God for Himself. And that just might have changed everything.

Life crush list review.

Supporting someone you love through internship: in my experience, harder than being an intern. I should’ve given my friends’ spouses more props.

In all of our interactions with strangers and intimates, we are either spreading love or hate.

i-have-learned-the-secret asked: What do you think of cookie cake?

There are no words for the wonderfulness of cookie cake.  In retrospect, I agree that our wedding cake should have been a cookie cake.  In fact, I still owe you a groom’s cake and I am pretty sure it will look something like this:
 

Thank God. He always shows up.

Realization of the morning: an idol doesn’t have to be something you love. Often an idol is something you fear. Idols are anything besides God that occupies the central place in our thoughts and hearts.

My job has become an idol to me, not because I love it but because it terrifies and consumes me. If I am to live a surrendered life, God must occupy the space the vacuum of fear has created in my life. And if I am to learn to minister to others who struggle with fear, I must not take the common path of condemning them for lack of fear or “making God look bad”. We are human. If God depended on us for His reputation, what kind of God would He be? All I know is: He is much bigger than all this. And He is enough.

I love finding things like this randomly in my room. Blessed.