em forster.

It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness, to think that a thousand square miles are a thousand times more wonderful than one square mile, and that a million square miles are almost the same as heaven.

still.

"just enough dark to see. how You're the Light over me."

-tallest man on earth; the dreamer

to my little dancer in chicago...

thinking of you...

a picture into my "then."

yes, please :)

a proud momma, fighting for human rights.

this is hanne dahl from denmark, voting on paternal rights.

via: here.

love is a mix tape vol. 9

"don't hold back. all your love."

"i would say that i'm sorry. if it would do any good. but to never regret means you have to forget, and i don't think that i could."

01 Please Speak Well Of Me/The Weepies by suzylee

fight the fatigue.

because one could not be made up of only ideals. one needed a heart to go with those ideals. one needed hopes, dreams, fears, and stories to be real.

winter's coming...

the land of enchantment.

hoping to spend a good amount of time in new mexico while i'm home this winter. verrrrry excited and i'm quite sure that those desert sunsets have good things in store for this soul.

the heart. it melted, til it could be seen no more.

"in missionary enterprise the great danger is that God's call is effaced by the needs of the people until human sympathy absolutely overwhelms the meaning of being sent by Jesus. the needs are so enormous, the conditions so perplexing, that every power of mind falters and fails. we forget that the one great reason underneath all missionary enterprise is not first the elevation of the people, nor the education of the people, nor their needs; but first and foremost the command of Jesus Christ - "go ye therefore, and teach all nations."

when looking back on the lives of men and women of God the tendency is to say - what wonderfully astute wisdom they had! how perfectly they understood all God wanted! the astute mind behind is the Mind of God, not human wisdom at all. we give credit to human wisdom when we should give credit to the Divine guidance of God through childlike people who were foolish enough to trust God's wisdom and the supernatural equipment of God." -oswald chambers; my utmost for His highest.

photo credit: xraygary. :)

dear heart,

dear heart, today was another day. tomorrow will be another.

in each i beg of you to grow and change.

in each, i beg of you to rearrange.

dear heart, we received good news today.

our dear friend grace had things to say...

it looks like he's coming. and he's coming back to stay.

love is a mix tape vol. 8

fences claim they can separate

the ownership of landscape

and the street lights shine

and the sprinklers run all night

behind suburban walls and tall gates

but a breeze decides

if a seed will bloom or die

scatter out and multiply

and when rain comes through

to tap dance on my roof

i'm stuck but i am satisfied. to stay in.

oh river we are grieving, we've lost surprise here

our fruits are out of season, we sell them all year

we flee from fear.

and the days grow long

and sunshine is our song

the hot light makes our skin tight

and the house stays warm

so we sleep on the porch

and hope the stars will stay in our eyes

through winter

oh river come and take me

and make my eyes new

i'm tired of resisting

i've tried to bend you

we're afraid to see the blue lines

lead to the blue sea

cause we spend all of our time

trying to be something. more than something.

but there were fireflies in brooke's backyard that night

we fought the hot july in brooklyn with white wine

and to think that i'd been spending all my time

believing i decide what falls before my eyes

all we're after anymore is self control.

but we have to trade our wonder for it, we grow cold.

oh river, wash me deep. down to the sea and let it wash me over.

-joel p west; we sleep on the porch.

love is a mix tape vol. 7

i've become quite ill in the past few days and i have to admit that it has been a huge struggle. the pain's been so intense at times that i feel consciousness beginning to shut down. but i've been reminded of what God can do in times of such powerlessness. at one point in the middle of experiencing severe waves of pain, i felt like i heard a voice saying "where is He now?" and immediately i was able to answer..."He's next to me." although the pain has been unbearable at times, He's made His presence known to me, and the kindness of His presence is what's getting me through. here's a song that i've had to listen to over and over again to push through.

i'd like to preface these lyrics by saying that i've capitalized the O in our because these lyrics to me, don't mean that God is on our (Christian's) side. the God i believe in is bigger than that. the Heart i put my trust in is far larger than that. regardless of whether you're a Christian or not, i believe that He is on Our (as a collective whole) side.

God is Our refuge and Our strength.

He is the power in Our weakness.

He gives new mercy everyday

and gives Us grace enough to free Us

though the mountains fall and the earth decay

We will not fear, Lord.

We hope in Your name.

hallelujah, God is on Our side.

so in the stillness i will wait

you are my hiding place

i find rest in you.

-jimmy robeson; God is on our side.

good day pbj.

today was the stuff of dreams. not the kind of dreams that are made of lies and false ideals, but the stuff of dreams that builds and grows oneself. the kind of day that isn't even over and you feel full for the hope it contains and the lessons it's bringing. the kind of day that makes one conscious of how thankful they must be for not only this day, but each that has preceded, and each that will follow. it was the kind of day that makes the days that preceded rather important to reflect upon and the days to come real and approaching quite quickly.

it started with the realization that i have this feeling that is growing into a beautiful thing inside of me....it's the feeling of standing in front of something very big...and thinking that i may be beholding a big part of what i was created for. this life of academia once sounded pretentious and stuffy to me, but now i see that if i go forward with a trembling fear of those two beasts, i may find something quite worth finding.

by lunchtime, i had the pleasure of sitting with a new friend from germany. he suggested going to eat at the 2nd floor of the Fraser building, which is the equivalent of our university's cafeteria. i didn't question it directly, but i thought about all the yummy places surrounding the uni that we could go to instead, but thought to myself that who i'm eating with should matter more than what or where i'm eating. as we talked, i asked him if he got to see much of the city and he replied with this..."not so much the city, but the people are of more importance. there are so many people." and i realized then that sebastian was at a place that i want to be, a place i'm pursuing returning to....where it couldn't matter how beautiful or hideous, fragrant or stinky, far or close any place is. a place where the people are of utmost importance. a place where the experience is of utmost value.

and so now...as i prepare to read the night away for a class that i'm so excited and honored to be a part of...this pbj sandwich couldn't be sweeter.

today was a lovely day. it was the stuff of dreams...

look up.

for too many days, i've been walking through both loud and busy streets as well as quiet and still ones...carrying the weight of heavy eyes. they carry the weight of tears born in shame, pain, and hurt. that weight pushed into my heart. but slowly...i can feel them shifting...i can feel the weight lifting. i can feel them slowly but surely, looking up...and what lovely things abide up there. and the heart so follows...slowly looking up to behold Love.

love is a mix tape vol. 6

So if you want to get to know me,
follow my smile into it's curves
All these lines are born in sorrows and in pleasures,
and every man ends up with the face that he deserves.

-dawes; when you call my name.

love is a mix tape vol. 5

"You sleep like a kid with one hand stuck fast to the side of your face. Backside in the air, mouth half open, but still filled with grace. And you seem so happy as your skin turns the colour of a violet-golden sky. And it cuts me up when we fight and go to bed facing opposite sides. You're like gasoline. You're like the willow tree. You're like a split-screen. But you're the green in me."-admiral fallow, dead against smoking.

dead against smoking-admiral fallow by suzylee

love is a mix tape vol. 4

"He's brought me to the wilderness where i will learn to sing

and He lets me know my barrenness so i will learn to Lean." -laura hackett; beautiful Mercy.

Beautiful Mercy-Laura Hackett by suzylee

love is a mix tape vol. 3

I've locked up these words,

in fear that I'd say them wrong.

Is it love as a mountain, or love as a simple song?

And the moment that the two meet

has now laid itself at your feet.

And love is not convenient; it does not cease at your command.

You might take and leave it, but love is all I am.

Love is all I am.

-love is all i am; dawes.

love is a mix tape vol. 2

"it's that sinking feeling of being alone.

and it's the way it makes you screech

and pulls the skin off your bones

and i can't help but think, as i pick my mouth off the floor,

will you still know me in a year?"

-admiral fallow; squeeling pigs

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love is a mix tape vol. 1

"when we've been There for ten thousand years, our song will be the same. praise to the One who has brought us Here, Jesus is His name."

-phil wickham, in your city.

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