Remind me gently, Oh Lord, what it means to have a heart that breaks like Yours; but if it cannot be gentle, I beg that You walk with me in the pain of Your answer, so that I may know not only Your goodness, but also Your face.
Marry someone who lets you have a bite of their brownie, even when you said you weren’t hungry. Marry someone who laughs at the same things you do. Marry someone who kisses your nose on a cold day. Marry someone who you can watch Disney movies with. Marry someone who is proud of you whether you earn £5 a week or £5,000 a week. Marry someone who you can tell everything to. Marry someone who isn’t afraid or embarrassed to hold your hand in public. Marry someone who lets you take over when decorating a cake. Marry someone who you can spend the day in Ikea with without feeling stressed. Marry someone who wraps you up inside their coat in the winter. Marry someone who accepts your fears and phobias. Marry someone who gives you butterflies every time you hear their key in the door. Marry someone who you don’t always have to shave your legs for. Marry someone who accepts you all day every day, even when you don’t look or feel your best. Marry someone who puts three sugars in your tea, despite telling them “just the two”. Marry someone who doesn’t judge you when you eat your body weight in cookies. Marry someone who doesn’t make you want to check your phone, because you know they will reply. Marry someone who waits with you to get on the train. Marry someone who understands that you need to be alone sometimes. Marry someone who gets on well with your parents and isn’t uptight about family events. Marry someone who calms you down when you get mad about stupid stuff, and never tells you it’s “only stupid stuff”. Marry someone who makes you want to be a better person. Marry someone who makes you laugh. Marry someone who you love. Marry your soulmate, your lover, your best friend.
All my life I’ve been wanting a family. I grew up wanting and getting every new baby doll that’d come out and a room full of them. Playing house in front of our apartment building with logs as tall as my knees making up the walls of every room. I wanted a little sister and at 5 years old I finally…
I’m a firm believer in the healer that is fresh air. When the world feels too heavy, and the days too vast. A deep breath means very little if we’re still trapped where we let it go. We need the freedom, the breeze, the warmth, the glow, the silence. We need those steady moments where nothing is keeping us grounded. Moments that don’t leave us suffocated by our own existence. So promise me, when the world gets a little too big for you, that you’ll step outside, breathe in deep, and breathe out slow. You’ll be okay.
Somewhere, and in some way, someone loves you tremendously; it’s important to never forget that.
—T.B. LaBerge // Things I’m still learning at 25 (via tblaberge)
I’m in love with the reality that every night gets to be spent in your arms and showered with your love and every morning starts in your bright eyes and body limbs tangled into one. I dreamed a thousand nights of this but nothing compares to the beauty and grandness of the love that it really is.
How about God does give us more than we can handle. Seriously I dare some of you to walk up to someone who has been bereaved, or diagnosed with a terminal illness, or abused, or bullied horrifically or some such thing and say “God never gives you more than you can handle.” Shut up, of course He gives you more than you can handle, why? So that His strength can be made perfect in your weakness, so that you can learn to rely on Him.