I really do believe that no matter who is elected President tomorrow, God is still King and still good.
I really do believe that no matter who is elected President tomorrow, I don't have to live in fear.
I really do believe that no matter who is elected President tomorrow, I can rest in the faithfulness of God, and His protection over me.
I really do believe that no matter who is elected President tomorrow, everything is still going to happen according to God's plan.
God is Lord over all, and His ways are perfect.
God is stronger than any person on this earth.
God will never stop being faithful to me, and He will never stop protecting me.
God's plans have been in place since the beginning of time. Nothing comes as a surprise to Him, and nothing throws off or derails His purposes. His Will will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
Father God, You are on Your throne in Heaven;
YOUR name be praised!
Your Kingdom will come and Your Will will be done,
Here on earth as we wait for Heaven.
Please give us the things we need for today,
And forgive us, Lord, for our sin,
As we forgive those who have sinned against us.
Help us when we are tempted and deliver us when evil seeks to destroy us.
For the kingdom and the power and the glory are all YOURS.
Amen.
Sleep peacefully tonight, friends. The King is still on His throne.
"Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the LORD that will stand." - Proverbs 19:21
I know, I know - it's been nearly a YEAR since my last post - where have I been?
Well, doing this:
Head directing for the first time with Spotlight Youth Theater, the company I work for
Assistant directing my favorite musical of all time, Fiddler on the Roof, with Spotlight
Head directing again for Spotlight in a county I've never worked in
(Yes you read that right - that's 3 full scale musicals in a year. Phew! Good thing I love it!!)
Choreographing 4 original pieces for the dance teams I coach through Spotlight, and 4 more for camp
Teaching 12 classes with Spotlight, 4 per semester for 3 semesters
Teaching privately at my studio in the music store downtown
Working my 7th summer as a camp counselor for 7 weeks of camp, including Project Dance camp and Middle School Overnight Camp
Continuing to lead worship at my church twice every six weeks - and this year I took on playing piano on top of singing! Crazy.
Not to mention:
Cheering my sister on as she got engaged to the love of her life and chose me for her MOH :)
Trying to like, see my family sometimes
And oh yes, dating my favorite person in the whole world for over a year now :)
So it's been a crazy time. 2015/16, you rocked/are continuing to rock.
But I have missed blogging, that's for sure. It's something I love to do, but I have a hard time making time for it.
And honestly, since this little corner of the internet is so free-form for me - that is, I don't really have a theme or anything, and it's not a business venture (aka, it doesn't make me money) - sometimes I'm not even sure what to put here. I've used this space to process and heal and grow through dark times and deep hurts, and I've used it to share my favorite tweets of the week. Whether big or small, random pieces of my life are what end up here, and I hope it's been enjoyable and inspiring to whoever happens upon it.
Anyway, I thought it was time to jump back in and see what kind of consistency I can bring to this space this year. I'm excited to see what happens!
Today I wanted to share some of the photos I took for my sister and her fiancé, who have been engaged for a while now but never took engagement photos and I was like, GUYS. It's TIME. (If you follow me on Pinterest, you know I am mildly obsessed with engagement and wedding photography.) So they kindly let me experiment and take photos for them just using my little ol' iPhone! I was nervous at first, hoping I would be able give them at least a few good photos - but wow it turned out to be so fun and the pictures turned out great! I downloaded a lovely free app for Mac (yes you heard that right too - this girl finally has a Macbook and WOW it's amazing. I'm like, so so poor now but it's WORTH IT.) called Fotor Photo Editor and I was able to add some special touches to the photos we took. I'm pretty proud of them, but more than that I'm thankful for the opportunity to spend an afternoon/evening with my sister and soon to be brother in law.
K&J both had such great ideas - especially J! It was so fun to watch them laugh and talk and walk around during the golden hour - which is another thing that made these pictures turn out so well. Lighting is SO key!
So here are a few of my favorites from the shoot!
Yes, that is my shadow. I was trying SO hard to not have my shadow in there, but oh well. I am still a newbie. :)
This streaky sun thing happened all on it's own. Not an editing thing at all. The sun is cool.
Another absolute favorite. After I finished editing all their photos, I found myself wishing I had done more with this green/blue filter. I just love it.
Probably my favorite from the whole shoot. I love me a good doorway photo, and their model faces are prime.
GAH MODELS.
I think I'm most proud of this one - catching the sun beams at just the right moment. It's right out of a fairytale. But once again, this was less about my timing and more about how COOL THE FREAKING SUN IS.
Magical.
Fun fact: This is a mural that K worked on one summer in high school. She worked several summers with an art program in Racine and got to work on more than one mural in the city. Apparently her initials are hidden in there somewhere! We didn't find them, though.
J called this a "grassy knoll" and I was very impressed.
Another absolute favorite. These two. GAH.
K asked me to play with negative space in their pictures, so these are some attempts at that.
Love these two. So happy for them. <3
To close out this blog, I wanted to share an encouraging moment that happened between me and T. We were talking on the phone one night as I was editing these pictures, and he said something that made my heart soar. "Sydney, you're really good at this. Do you think this is something you'd want to do more of?" I hemmed and hawed, and talked about how maybe it's not really my gifting and also my fear of being another one of those basic millennials who thinks they're a photographer. (Let's be real guys, SO many of them exist. And I've judged them pretty hard because I'm TERRIBLE.) But T was gently persistent, asking if I'd ever want to invest in a good camera and continue to do this, and saying he'd support me if I ever wanted to pursue this. Goodness I love that man. :) He is my #1 fan, and he respects me and my gifts. He delights in the things that make me happy and feel purposed, and he's so perceptive of me and my heart. He sees things in me that I can't see in myself. It's so wonderful to be loved this way.
So who knows? You may be seeing more photography from me in the future. :) But for now, Happy Monday, y'all!
"I'm sorry," I say as I try to wipe my face, hold my phone, and drive all at the same time.
When I called him that night, I knew that I would probably cry at some point. It had been a hard night, and my heart was heavy and confused. I even mention it to him several times in the conversation that I might cry, just to warn him.
I didn't know that I would end up sobbing.
"Don't apologize. You're totally fine," he says sweetly. I can hear in his voice that he wishes he could jump through the phone and be there with me.
I continue sobbing as I head down Highway 50 and try to find the words to explain what he has just done for me.
All my life, I've been extroverted. Enthusiastic. An external processor. Emotional. I go through many highs and lows emotionally. I've been on the mountaintop, I've been in the valley - sometimes in the same week. I even walked through a season of depression a few years ago, though I didn't even realize it until recently. I just feel things very deeply. I've always been sensitive, but I've always seen that as a weakness, mostly because of the way people would respond to my sensitivity: uncalled for, overreacting, unnecessary - too much.
That being said, ever since I was a little girl, I've been characterized by enthusiasm and joy. I'm bubbly and outgoing. I love people and stories and beauty. I love being able to connect with people and their journeys. I don't like small talk - I'd rather have a real conversation with someone. I love to laugh, long and loud. I'm the first person to jump up and do the Cha Cha Slide at a wedding reception. I love being silly, and for other people to feel safe being silly with me. I don't like being serious all the time. I hashtag out loud in everyday conversations with people. I have a new catch phrase every month. But as I went along in my life, I found that there were people out there who treated my enthusiasm for life and fun like a weakness, too: too loud, immature, lacks propriety - too much.
I'm also a huge external processor. I need other people to process. I just do. Sometimes I don't know what my opinion is until I speak it out loud. I need to ask questions and seek advice. In general, the more people I talk with about something, the better I feel. I'm not a "think about it for three weeks and then share it with someone" kind of person. If it's on my heart, I need to talk about it with someone, stat. But over the years as I became more aware of how huge a part of my personality this is, I found that it was hard to think positively about it. Like everything else, it was a weakness: tiresome, burdensome, draining, time-consuming - too much.
I couldn't really see it, but it was true: every major part of my personality had come under attack. There was little about myself that I didn't see as a weakness. They weren't personality traits. They were character flaws. And you know what? Feeling like there's more stuff about you that needs to change than stuff that doesn't - it's exhausting. And it hurts. You are too loud. You are too emotional. You talk too much. You don't think before you speak. You aren't spiritual enough. You aren't serious enough. You are fearful. You are tiring. You are annoying. You are a problem that needs to be fixed. You are not enough. You are too much.
For years I have quietly believed that I would just need to spend the rest of my life apologizing for my heart. I would just have to get used to being sorry for what I'm like - for who I am.
And then, the kindest man I know speaks words that he doesn't even know will have the impact that they do, and my heart cracks. The floodgates open, and I'm sobbing on the other side of the phone. His words completely lay me bare.
Could it be? Could it be that someone I love so much and want so badly to think I'm not all of these things actually likes these things about me and is grateful for them?
Could what he's saying be true? How this part of me, my openness, my honesty, my willingness to invite him in and share my heart with him, has changed him?
My heart bursts, and I'm overwhelmed. I find myself trying to make a joke of it, saying, "Well NOW I'm crying." There I am - still apologizing for this thing that he has just told me is beautiful and valuable and necessary and good.
I'm quiet for a minute, my babbling capabilities disarmed, because it's becoming harder to breathe and the tears are falling hard and fast. It's hitting me what this actually means, and I can hardly believe it: I don't have to apologize for my heart anymore. Not with him. I'm bursting, trying to explain the utter relief that I feel, while still trying to wrap my head around it. I tell him, "No one has ever said that to me before." I can barely get the words out. I try to catch my breath and choke out, "You have no idea how much this means to me."
Oh sweet reader, whoever you are, hear this today: You are enough. You are never too much. God loves you so much and made you just right. Your heart? You don't need to apologize for it. In fact, your heart and it's deep, deep beauty? It's changing people. And it's so, so good. Don't let anybody tell you differently.
Hi there! It's been a while hasn't it? My last post was nearly 3 months ago. What have I been up to??
Well, teaching, teaching, more teaching, choreographing, the holidays, and a small time in bed due to sickness.
And now it is January. 2015. A new year.
A fresh start.
Well... it didn't feel like that for me this year. Not until today.
Why? Well, my New Year began with a terrible cold and a bitter disappointment. It started, not with grand intentions and proud declarations, but with a weepy time journaling, praying that God would somehow bend and break me to His Will, when I felt like He was stripping me of the most beautiful things.
Getting sick meant missing out on a beautiful day of music and adventures with a dear friend, and it also meant several days in bed, doctoring my sore throat and dreadful sinus pressure, and losing time to work on the things I should have done before break.
And then, just when I thought I was doing better in some sin struggles, I fell AGAIN, and I was so frustrated with myself and angry at the "fresh start" I very much wasn't having. I got before God and asked His forgiveness and help, but I felt very defeated.
But then today, something amazing happened.
I finally started reading The Gospel Primer, the book my church is reading devotionally together throughout the month of January. I got out my Bible and my journal and the book and a pen and I set to it. But just as I was getting started, one of my dogs came upstairs, whining like he had to go out.
I pulled on my robe, found my slippers, and headed downstairs with him.
But when we got downstairs, and I prodded him to come outside, he wouldn't go. He just laid down next to our other dog in our living room.
I looked around, and saw a beautiful display. The Christmas tree - our first real tree ever - lit up and beautiful. The white/gray haven outside the big picture window. And two sleepy dogs, who just wanted my presence. They didn't need to go outside. They just wanted to be with me.
So I went quickly back upstairs, pulled on a pair of stripey socks, grabbed a blanket and all my books, and headed down to sanctuary I had nearly missed.
There I sat, in our old tattered rocking chair, a giant pink fuzzy blanket to keep me warm, gospel truths pouring into my heart via the books in my lap, and the beautiful atmosphere warming my heart.
As I "Mmmed" and underlined, and journaled out some prayers, a wonderful song a friend recently told me about played over and over in my head....
I am the Lord your God, I go before you now, I stand beside you, I'm all around you..... Come to Me, I'm all you need, Come to Me, I'm your everything... Do not look to the right or to the left, keep your eyes on Me....
And as I looked up, and saw outside the beautiful newly fallen and long anticipated snow, blanketing everything in the most perfect of whites, I couldn't help but think, "This is it. This is my fresh start."
My new year didn't start at midnight on January 1st. It didn't begin with gallant decisions. It began with the breaking of my will. It began with weeping because I couldn't bear to lose such a day. It began with more weeping because the pain was too great for me to bear. It began with disgust for my sin, and the desire to truly repent. It began there, in the quiet haven of my living room, as I took in all the beauty that surrounded me and thought, "I nearly missed this."
Dear reader, I don't know how your new year started out, and I don't know what your hopes and goals are. But I do know this - if you ask God to bend and break you to His Will - He will listen, and He will do it. And it will be painful and frustrating and scary and at times even heart-wrenching.
But it will never be wrong. God's leading in your life can never, and will never be wrong.
And you will never be alone. God will be with you through it all. Wherever you go, what you do, more than you know, He will be there.
I saw this tweet the other day and it struck me. E.M. Welcher wrote, "Let me be your friend for a minute: 2015 is going hurt too. You're going to need Jesus again this year. All year."
We tend to get really mushy gushy about new years. Like, "2015, be good to me!" And, "I know this year is going to be great!" Or we get cocky about it. We plan and resolve and think everything it going to be better, simply because it's January 1st. And listen, I'm all about thinking positive and setting goals and looking forward to new and beautiful things! But I appreciate Welcher's reminder. Even in your best year - you're going to need Jesus.
And don't forget that Jesus is near because He loves you and knows that you need Him near.
This Christmas season I heard not one but two very good sermons focused on God dwelling with us. And it was so encouraging, and also sort of attention grabbing to me. I mean, I've heard that before - Jesus being Immanuel - "God With Us" - but I just couldn't help but wonder if God was trying to drum something important into me this year:
Sydney.... I am WITH you.
You see friends, fresh starts and new beginnings are wonderful, but they aren't possible without God, His work, and His nearness. God breaking us down, bending our wills, making us holy, and dwelling ever so near to us.
So, welcome Him in, and breathe in His nearness tonight. Offer up your fresh start. Surrender your gallant plans. Take your will and make it HIS. He just wants to be with you.
Go to Him. He's all you need.
Come to Me, Bethel Music Feat. Jenn Johnson
"Don't look to the right or to the left, keep your eyes on Me..."
Today was a fight to peel off bitterness, layer by layer.
Some days it's really easy to be gracious. To think of others. To keep a healthy perspective.
Other days (like today for me), I gather every reason to be bitter, to feel superior, to feel justified in my anger and frustration, and sort of sit in it all for a while.
I didn't deserve to go through that.
That person doesn't deserve to be blessed.
Leave me alone.
I'm better than this.
I'm better than them.
And if I'm not careful, bitterness leads quickly to hatefulness and spite.
I hope everything goes wrong for that person.
I hope they get nothing they want.
I hope she realizes how wrong she is.
I hope he has to pay for that later.
It's a fight. Have you ever felt it? Those days when your pride is pricked and old wounds are opened up, and hour after hour it's just one big fight to reclaim your day and remember what is true.
I'm so thankful for a friend who sat and Facebook chatted with me today and let me sort of throw it all out there and be honest about what was bothering me. It was especially helpful and encouraging when she shared an example of bitterness she's wrestling with in her own life. It was such a soothing reminder that I'm not alone, that I'm not the only one dealing with hurt and anger and pride and just feeling bitter. And neither are you.
I'm not going to preach at you tonight, reader, and tell you all the reasons you and I shouldn't be bitter. We both know that ultimately there's something wrong in our hearts, something we've gotta get right - and that's between us and Jesus. For now, let me just soothe our anxious, bitter hearts with the reminder that God sees. And knows. And understands. And loves us, in spite of ourselves.
Let Him make it right tonight.
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"If I got unforgiveness in my heart, then there really ain't no room for love,
Plus it's stupid cause, I've been so forgiven,
That if I hold a grudge, I don't show He's risen,
But I know my sin's removed since Jesus came,
With no reason to forgive me but He did so I do the same...
...Jesus forgave the ones that pinned him up on that cross as he was hanging from it,
Holy Spirit, teach me to be just like the Son,
Remove the roots of bitterness don't stop until your work is done"
It’s 3am and I’m not asleep, the Word document glaring
bright white in the darkness of my room, filled with words that I hope will
give me some sort of clarity as I spill them out.
Are you really afraid, or are you just remembering?
I see, feel, smell, remember something and bite my lip
as the back of my throat reminds me that if I keep this up I will cry any
second. I’m crying so easily these days, and in front of people! I never used
to be able to do that. I guess a chord has been struck. I feel everything more
deeply and genuinely than I did before. And I’ll admit that sometimes I kind of
like it. To be able to connect with what I’m actually feeling so quickly. I
couldn’t always do that. I’m especially thankful for the genuine part. I so admire genuine people, and I desperately want to be one. But
sometimes it's really hard, because remembering’s hard.
The ways it was beautiful, mixed in with all the
ways it wasn’t. I know I found "a good thing” “there in the rubble
of the heart that died.” I cried as God in His compassion showed me over and over again how beautiful and right things really are. I remember when I realized that He was heaping blessing on me even as I was running from Him. It's just that sometimes, I forget.
Are you really afraid, or have you just forgotten?
Isn't God so patient with us, even when we forget what He's done, and what He's doing? What is it that you need to remember today?
And then there's the beauty – the beauty of what’s coming someday. My heart leaps, and I think to
myself, I want it, I want it so badly, and I think I'm finally ready.
It's late September, and the air is crisp and clear, carrying pieces of the past
and an expectancy for tomorrow, whispering nostalgia and shouting newness. And I’m
just breathing it all in, remembering, and waiting.
"It's mine." I whisper, as I hold my dream behind my back for no one to see, and no one to take.
Oh, but He sees, and He could take it away in a second. In fact, He's the one that's really holding it anyway. I like to consider it to be in my hands, but that really isn't very true.
"Dear One," He speaks softly, "I have something so much better for you. But you have to let go of that thing you're holding first."
I bristle at the thought and take a few steps back. I consider running but I know I have no place left to go. At least not any place worth going.
"But," I start, barely speaking above a whisper, "if you take this, I'll have nothing left. I'll be alone."
"Will you?" He kneels before me, gets right on my level. "Am I going somewhere?"
I don't have an answer. I just cling to my dream, heavy in my hands behind me.
"Am I not enough?" He looks me straight in the face, and I can hardly keep His gaze.
"You are." I stammer. "It's just that I... I want this. How am I supposed to let go? How can I know you won't forget me?"
"I promise you, Dear One. I will never forget you."
I slowly bring my dream out from behind me and hold it close to my chest. It feels lighter than it did before, now that it's in front of Him. I try to loosen my grip and whimper, "But I love it, God."
He reaches out his hand and speaks three words: "Just trust me."
I wrote this a few days ago. I haven't posted a piece like this in a while. Here's to beauty and honesty in the every day....
The thunder cracked outside my window, and I smiled. It was a comforting sound today. It felt good to know the weather was dreary and aching, just like me. I couldn't have handled a sunny day when everything inside me was the contrary.
Good questions via Facebook chat at 11pm last night. Good, hard questions. Is this really what you want?Is this really how you would want this to start out? Haven't you been through this before?
Work emails at 2pm. Something inside me shudders and shies away. Why?Don't I love this?
Apple pie goes in the oven. I bought it three weeks ago as a backup for something else, but never used it. Today it's the perfect fit, as it's no longer hot enough outside to cook eggs on the sidewalk, and the oven won't make the house painfully warm. I break every rule I know and listen to a favorite Christmas song. I'm longing for December.
I'm longing for comfort today, aching in the waiting and the wanting. I'd forgotten what it feels like, to make a hard decision, to be alone alone, not just pseudo alone.
To say no to the things that keep me from truly letting go. To jump.
Leaping into a season of walking by myself. I've done it before, but never like this. Never of my own will.
Chicken, rice, and pie on the stove. Comfort foods. Today, I'll take it.
Aaaaaaand here's a TWT to end the night. #justforyouElisa :)
Don't be the guy who "just tells it like it is." Be the guy who's a safe place for people to share their darkest days & deepest struggles.
— Sammy Rhodes (@sammyrhodes) August 13, 2014
"Here's to the glory of a messy life. To laughing at the very things that once caused us shame-- they are the things that make us." #myinbox
— Hannah Brencher (@hannahbrencher) August 14, 2014
A sign you're growing in grace: Failure Is an option. Your perfectionism is being crushed by the weight of grace
— Scotty Smith (@ScottyWardSmith) August 14, 2014
I can't even. I am unable to even.
I have lost the ability to even. It is humanly impossible for me to even at this point.
— Brittany Prais (@Brittanyprais) August 15, 2014
advice to today's first-time middle schoolers
-think of this year as material for your future novel
-ignore haters
-eat carbs while you can
— Tim Federle (@TimFederle) August 18, 2014
God's love 4 us neither waxed nor waned today. He loves us as fully & joyfully as he loves Jesus, in whom he's placed us
— Scotty Smith (@ScottyWardSmith) August 20, 2014
Sing to Jesus
Lord of our shame
Lord of our sinful hearts
He is our great Redeemer
Fernando Ortega @Ferndiggity
— Scotty Smith (@ScottyWardSmith) August 20, 2014
(Shout out to Fernando Ortega for having the most unexpectedly funny Twitter handle. Ever.)
I made a decision to stop doing things my way, and start doing things God's way.
Lately, I've been really struggling with trust. Trust in God and who He is, and what He's doing in my life, and His ability to provide me with everything I need. His ability to satisfy me.
And I'm going to be honest - this distrust? Yeah... it got ugly. Because I wasn't satisfied in my Jesus, I was turning to all kinds of other things to fill me up.
But let me tell you: None of it worked. None of it.
And this morning the Spirit moved in my heart for some real change.
I journaled and prayed and asked God to come empower me to make these changes. And I believe that He is here and moving in my heart, and helping me every step.
A few of these big changes include getting serious about being in my Bible, and praying about all things - I struggle with these two things more that I can tell you.
And I decided that based on where my heart is right now, it's time for a journey, a journey through the book of Psalms. I'm so excited!!
And I thought - why not blog through this journey? I mean, I have the time, and I think it will help keep me accountable, and hopefully encourage others. I don't know if this will look like daily blogs, or weekly, or semi-weekly, or what... I'm still figuring that part out. But for now, I'm just excited to start!
So, here we go! Let's journey through the Psalms together. And what better place to start than the beginning?
Psalm 1
1 Blessed is the man
who walks not in the counsel of the wicked,
nor stands in the way of sinners,
nor sits in the seat of scoffers;
2 but his delight is in the law of the Lord,
and on his law he meditates day and night.
3 He is like a tree
planted by streams of water
that yields its fruit in its season,
and its leaf does not wither.
In all that he does, he prospers.
4 The wicked are not so,
but are like chaff that the wind drives away.
5 Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous;
6 for the Lord knows the way of the righteous,
but the way of the wicked will perish.
I love how the Psalms start, with a call to put God's Word first, and to get it rooted in your heart. I want to be blessed. I want to be like that tree, planted right by the water, yielding good fruit at just the right time, not withering, but prospering in all that I do - not in some prosperity gospel way, but in God's way. Because I think prospering doesn't always mean "physical success and material blessing," though I do believe God gives good gifts to His children in this form often. I think what prospering really means is thriving, in good seasons and bad, in the easier times and the more difficult times, because of Who you're rooted in.
So Lord, I pray you would root me in You this morning. Thank You for Your Word and it's truth. There is so much goodness to be basked in, here in Your Word, and here in Your presence. I love what my friend Abby prayed often at camp: "Lord, we love Your nearness." Yes, Lord, we do! And we long for Your nearness. Come dwell near to us, and root us in Your Word. In Jesus' Name, Amen.
Let's keep basking in the goodness of God's Word together, friends. Happy Wednesday!
Hi friends! Are you enjoying this rainy August Tuesday as much as I am? If you're like me, you ran out and got some Chinese take-out and munched on egg rolls while watching Curious George and Arthur. Did you know Yo-yo Ma, Art Garfunkel, and Mr. Rogers attended their third grade musical to celebrate Elwood City? But I digress...
Here's a TWT for your reading pleasure!
"I'm so at peace right now. It is well with my soul."
@leahmceachern talking about killing a spider she'd been trying to find for two days.
— Scott Mills (@scottiemills) August 6, 2014
"If I know this truth that sets us free, I need to live like I believe it and invite others into the mess." http://t.co/fabPAsgEkV
— (in)courage (@incourage) August 7, 2014
God doesn't want us to be better, He wants us to be His. ~ Bob Goff
— johnsowers (@johnsowers) August 7, 2014
My kids are rehearsing for a production of Oliver. Wish I had this reminder at all my shows: http://t.co/u05CtrroXN
— Andrew Peterson (@AndrewPeterson) August 7, 2014
To all those people who change lanes and then put their turn signal on like ‘here’s what I just did.’
— Tim Hawkins (@timhawkinscomic) August 7, 2014
The journey to healing and freedom from sin starts by saying no to shame.
— Jon Jorgenson (@jonjorgenson) August 9, 2014
"Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary." Most days I could put my name in that verse.
— Jessica Thompson (@Thejesslou) August 9, 2014
What if Australia is actually just a huge game of Jumanji
— Owl City (@owlcity) August 9, 2014
you are, at all times, surrounded by stories
— derek webb (@derekwebb) August 10, 2014
I would be way more interested in Puppy Week.
— Laura (@_aruaLG) August 10, 2014
We spend so much time trying to be the person the world approves of and we forget to have grace for the person we woke up as that morning.
— Hannah Brencher (@hannahbrencher) August 11, 2014
My friends, it is one thing to go to church or chapel; it is quite another thing to go to God - Spurgeon
— Charles Spurgeon (@Spurgeon_) August 11, 2014
there is nothing in this world that tempts me more than the bag section at target. ......actually just target in general tempts me.
— Jane Charlotte (@jane__charlotte) August 11, 2014
Remember ladies: Yesterday's precisely applied, fresh eye makeup is today's smudged, but still passable eye makeup.
— Christy O'Shoney (@christyoshoney) August 11, 2014
Dear magicians: Anyone can use doves. I'll be impressed when you start using falcons.
— Stephen Altrogge (@stephenaltrogge) August 11, 2014
The days are short, friends. Let's share the hope, forgiveness and love that we've been so freely given.
— Jessica Thompson (@Thejesslou) August 12, 2014
Now go enjoy the rest of this special day! I'm off to enjoy a Starbucks and TMNT date with my sister. Happy tweeting!
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