I Shall Not Want

Kara.

Christ enthusiast, mountain loving, twenty-something.

Just a place for things I find inspring.

You keep telling me to be glad for what we had while we had it and that the brightest flame burns quickest. Which means you saw us as a candle and I saw us as the sun.
- Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via larmoyante)

(via coffeeonlymakesusbitter)

Of course I missed you. It devoured me.
But since I could not take you back, and you
could not be replaced, I allowed myself to
miss you, until at last the missing stopped.
- Beau Taplin || The missing.  (via afadthatlastsforever)

(via coffeeonlymakesusbitter)

I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart.
I want to tell you I miss
you with no subtext. No guilt,
no anger, no expectation
that you’ll fix it. I don’t want
you to feel bad or to tell
me it will get better. This
is where we are meant to be
right now – me apart from you,
my hands a little empty and
my heart a little sad.
I just miss you.
I wanted you to know.

Why do I go on mourning?

Can you answer this, believer? Can you find any reason why you are so often mourning instead of rejoicing? Why yield to gloomy anticipations? Who told you that the night would never end in day? Who told you that the sea of circumstances would ebb out till there should be nothing left but long stretches of the mud of horrible poverty? Who told you that the winter of your discontent would proceed from frost to frost, from snow and ice and hail to deeper snow and yet more heavy tempest of despair? Don’t you know that day follows night, that flood comes after ebb, that spring and summer succeed winter?

Be full of hope! Hope forever! For God does not fail you. Do you not know that God loves you in the midst of all this? Mountains, when in darkness hidden, are as real as in day, and God’s love is as true to you now as it was in your brightest moments.

-C.H. Spurgeon

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