"Somewhere, sometime, somehow you got tangled up in garbage, and you’ve been avoiding God. You’ve allowed a veil of guilt to come between you and your Father. You wonder if you could ever feel close to God again. The message of the torn flesh is you can. God welcomes you. God is not avoiding you. God is not resisting you. The curtain is down, the door is open, and God invites you in"
Max Lucado (via clengheartsyou)
Tearing up because this is me right now.
"Let me give you a word of warning. Sensitive, conscientious people run the risk of going overboard about finding and rooting out their sin. They desperately want to please God, and they think they can help him by looking for sin in their lives. They analyze every conversation and every action looking for sinful motives and wrong behavior. If this goes on long enough, they begin to find sin where there is none, and the focus of their lives becomes morbid self-absorption. Their noble desire to root out sin becomes a spiritual death trap of beating themselves up for any and all perceived wrongs. If you are a conscientious person, be careful not to try to do God’s job for him.
You can be very certain that the Holy Spirit will point out sin when he wants to. At that point, allow him to burn it away with the fire of his holiness and forgiveness, and give thanks for his grace and mercy. Then move on. I’ve seen the zeal of too many men and women lead them to destruction instead of joy. Don’t let that happen to you."
— David Nasser, A Call to Die (via yesdarlingido)
"Read poetry every day of your life. Poetry is good because it flexes muscles you don’t use often enough. Poetry expands the senses and keeps them in prime condition. It keeps you aware of your nose, your eye, your ear, your tongue, your hand. And, above all, poetry is compacted metaphor or simile. Such metaphors, like Japanese paper flowers, may expand outward into gigantic shapes. Ideas lie everywhere through the poetry books, yet how rarely have I heard short story teachers recommending them for browsing.
What poetry? Any poetry that makes your hair stand up along your arms. Don’t force yourself too hard. Take it easy. Over the years you may catch up to, move even with, and pass T. S. Eliot on your way to other pastures. You say you don’t understand Dylan Thomas? Yes, but your ganglion does, and your secret wits, and all your unborn children. Read him, as you can read a horse with your eyes, set free and charging over an endless green meadow on a windy day."
— Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing (via hislivingpoetry)
(Source: paradoxicalsentiments, via hislivingpoetry)
"Giving place to the Presence of God as our greatest joy and treasure is not a trick we use to get more miracles. But the Father cannot be adequately represented without them."
— Bill Johnson, HOSTING the PRESENCE (via clothedwithgod)
""From the rising of the sun to its setting the name of the Lord is to be praised." Psalm 113:3"
— (via tenderandsteel)