“your hands sometimes hang awkwardly at the ends of your arms—if you find yourself at a loss for what to do with them, overcome with sadness that comes when you recognize the foreignness of your own body—it’s because your hands remember a time when the division between mind and body, brain and heart, what’s inside and what’s outside, was so much less. It’s not that we’ve forgotten the language of gestures entirely. The habit of moving our hands while we speak is left over from it. Clapping, pointing, giving the thumbs-up: all artifacts of ancient gestures. Holding hands, for example, is a way to remember how it feels to say nothing together.”
"Paul prays that the Ephesians (and all believers down through the centuries) may be so earnest and zealous in the pursuit of their objective that they will never get to the point where they will say, 'We have arrived.'"
And I'm kind of thinking that maybe this is all a dream and I'm about to wake up soon.
Half because when things are too good to be true I automatically think this can’t possibly be real.
And half because when things are beyond sucky I want it to all disappear in the sea of my subconscious.
And when I’m dreaming I can so easily forget the crappy moments, just wake up and let them slip away.
But when I’m dreaming it’s so hard to hang onto the moments that make me float. They seem so endless and then I wake up in this reality that doesn’t match it whatsoever and no matter how hard I try to fall back into my dream I just end up forgetting it even though I so so so want to keep it locked away in my mind.
“I don’t know if Robert’s okay. He seems really stressed. [I ask what’s wrong with him]. What’s wrong with him? He’s got this big pimple on his nose. I’m really worried.”—Mother. Who worries about our skin. And our stress levels, I suppose.
“…I’ve never had the courage to just stand up and tell you how I feel. I’m crazy about you, and I just want to you know that if I had the choice of hanging out with anyone in the entire world, or sitting at home with you, eating pizza, watching a crappy tv show, I’d choose you every time.”—J.D. (via tereeesa)
“I would wake up at 4 in the morning because that was 6:00 in the evening her time and I would stand at a pay phone in the cold with middle school boys that smell like foot running around at this little camp that we were working at and I would call her on a calling card—I spent $8,934 that summer calling her on calling cards—I just completely made up that number but it was probably something like that. And so now the question is am I still willing to go to great lengths to make her feel special and wanted, am I still committed to being her best friend and treasuring her and valuing her? It’s a real challenge.”—Pastor Steven Furtick