It’s like forgetting the words to your favorite song
You can’t believe it
You were always singing along
|—||J.R.R. Tolkien, in a letter to his son, Michael. (via both-seeker-and-sought)|
|—||Sylvia Plath (via introspectivepoet)|
“When my daughter was a toddler, I used to take her to a park not far from our apartment. One day as she was playing in a sandbox, an ice-cream salesman approached us. I purchased her a treat, and when I turned to give it to her, I saw her mouth was full of sand. Where I had intended to put a delicacy, she had put dirt.
Did I love her with dirt in her mouth? Absolutely. Was she any less of my daughter with dirt in her mouth? Of course not. Was I going to allow her to keep the dirt in her mouth? No way. I loved her right where she was, but I refused to leave her there. I carried her over to the water fountain and washed out her mouth. Why? Because I love her.
God does the same for us. He holds us over the fountain. “Spit out the dirt, honey,” our Father urges. “I’ve got something better for you.” And so he cleanses us of filth; immorality, dishonesty, prejudice, bitterness, greed. We don’t enjoy the cleansing; sometimes we even opt for the dirt over the ice cream. “I can eat dirt if I want to!” we pout and proclaim. Which is true—we can. But if we do, the loss is ours. God has a better offer.”
|—||Max Lucado, “Just Like Jesus” (via soniajlee)|
Todd’s Late Night Jam: I just recently found out about Vance Joy, but I am digging him and his music. I hope this tune gets you dancing, maybe one day you’ll have someone to dance along with.
|—||Beatrix Potter (via thebookmunkie)|
Cool ghost photography by surrealist photographer Cristopher McKenney.