I find my heart longing today, lonely, hungry for something authentic. Something is awakening in the depths, stirred in this season by an unknown hand, an unseen Helper. My heart can barely stand the thought of another unique teaching or keen insight from another anointed vessel. I am aching only for Jesus, wanting Him and Him alone, undone by the piercing depths of His heart, His life, and His love.
— Allen Hood, The Excellencies of Christ (via solideogloriaa)
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Posted January 23, 2012 at 3:21pm
She is out there. My Cinderella. She is real. She exists. I pray for her constantly. May God satisfy the desires of her heart, draw her close, consume her. May He claim her passions, her identity, her refuge, her hopes, her strengths and weaknesses, every fiber of her being. May she treasure and cherish her Savior more than anything of this world and cling to His will with every ounce of her stamina. By all that she is, does, and strives to be, may He draw near to her and she to Him.
— Adam Young (Owl City)
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God is always seeking you. Every sunset. Every clear blue sky. Each ocean wave. The starry hosts of night. He blankets each new day with the invitation, “I am here.
— Louie Giglio (via ajstorytellers)
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