so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. Ephesians 3:17-19 ESV
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
I pray that out of the riches of His glory, He may strengthen you with power through His Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to comprehend the length and width and height and depth of His love, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. -
Well yeah, I did feel like dying. I mean, come on, this world is bitter and cold. But hey, I got better. Yes, I still spend some days curled up in bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about every mistake I’ve made for the past seventeen years or all the things I’d do differently. And yeah, darkness is still within me. Its within us all. But you just have to open your eyes, your mind and your heart and stop dwelling in the past. I get it, believe me I do. That’s why I know you’ll be okay. Sadness will still knock on your door at midnight every once in a while and sometimes you will let it stay for days. But I promise you will learn. You will learn to make it feel unwelcome. No darling, you don’t really want to die. You want to feel alive. And to feel alive, you’ve got to start living.
In the inconceivably vast and humbling unknown called ‘everything’, is a supreme inter-communication called, spirituality. The laws of life are written into every atom, molecule and heartbeat. We are immersed in the sweet law of unfolding mystery called life. There is a way to flow and cooperate with universal laws which can be beautiful and kind. When we are in sync with this flow, its power moves us like a mighty yet gentle guiding hand. The flow of spiritual connectedness and oneness with life will dwell in you if your heart and mind is open and innocent. If you are pure in intention and in alignment with beauty and love, in body and mind, the highest levels of your spiritual self will subsume your weaknesses. Spirituality will take you like love; it seduces you from contemplation to completeness. — Bryant McGill
Taylor Swift has a particular gift for penning lines that are ostensibly off-hand, but feel like a little knife stabbing the corner of your heart if you dwell on them too much. You’re still all over me like a wine stained dress I can’t wear anymore from Clean is one such line.
I don’t consider 1989 a happy album but I consider it an album about allowing yourself to be happy in the aftermath of pain. The fact is that you will never get back the person that you used to be after the dust settles. You will never forget metaphorically or physically getting on your knees, begging to be loved, and you won’t forgo the visceral shame you faced because of your own foolishness. The scars from the wounds that have been inflicted on you by yourself and by others will never disappear, even if nobody else can see them.
And on some level, despite its relative simplicity, I don’t want to be who I was before because I like myself a lot more than I ever did and I think that’s what Clean is about. It’s not pretending the pain never happened, but saying, “I don’t think I still love you, but I’m still going to cross the street to avoid you because I can’t risk feeling what I used to.”
Perhaps that’s the thesis of Taylor Swift: my strength is in acknowledging my vulnerability, and if you think that’s weak, I’m sorry for you.
I crept inside your song
got way up
inside your lyrics
I’m like a poet who found home
inside your heart
inside your soul
there dwells in love…a living poem
breathe it…see it
keep it…be it
live every heartbeat…every breath
in thoughts of you…your tenderness
your song is my song
home is my home
you are the lyrics to my poem
I sing for you sing for me
in life in love in breathtaking poetry
sing your song…sing your soul
I’m up in there…I’m coming home
I sing for you sing for me
are your lyrics…your poetry
I feel your symphony
so pure and so strong
it’s clear we were meant to be
sharing the beauty of this song
sharing this love…we share
A fun little activity to celebrate Tolkien Reading Day 2015 - a mad lib!, for all those who’s hearts dwell in the Shire. Simply write down your list of words (according to the instructions above), and then go here to find your story. Enjoy!
A/N: I got so carried away with this because it was my first Chris Argent request, lol. I hope you enjoy it! :)
Allison’s death demolished you; dismantling the remnants of your life in a heap of chaotic devastation, the unfathomable loss left your soul crippled and beaten. Allison was your best friend; the sole person to perceive the past that made you the cautious hardened person you were. She may have been two years your minor, but the age difference never wedged hindrance in the friendship. Allison Argent was family; the brunette huntress was the absolute final person dear to your heart and she was torn from your crimson stained hands. Scott McCall’s pack held a unique dwelling in your heart after her passing, extending their condolences and establishing the reality that you no longer needed to be alone. You’d aided in countless strategic feuds throughout the years, mainly due to the tightknit relationship with Allison, and the teenagers had grown on you. You were guarded in trust; keeping reserved impressions of their character until their actions proved honorable. Despite this fact, the darkness inflicted upon your allegiant heart was paralyzing. The sadness forcing you to confide in the unlikeliest of confidants; Chris Argent.
“If Jesus is to save you, you must pray. If your sins are to be forgiven, you must pray. If the Spirit is to dwell in your heart, you must pray. If you are to have strength against sin, you must pray. If you are to dwell with God in heaven, your heart must talk with God upon earth by prayer. Oh! do not be a prayerless Christian, whatever others may think right. Begin to pray this day if you never prayed before. Remember if you and I are to meet each other with joy at Christ’s appearing, you must pray.” ~ J.C. Ryle
so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.