Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows

God chose what is low and despised in the world, even things that are not, to bring to nothing things that are, so that no human being might boast in the presence of God. He is the source of your life in Christ Jesus, whom God made our wisdom and our righteousness and sanctification and redemption. -1 Corinthians 1:28-31

I really want to keep up with this blog. I don’t know. Maybe I don’t at all. I wish I knew how to enable comments? Maybe tumblr doesn’t even have the feature. I should switch to blogspot or something. NEWAYZ! I feel nauseated right now. I had too much coffee tonight. I think I’m supposed to leave LaGrange but I don’t know when and the thought terrifies me as much as I hate to admit it. You know that feeling you get when you go on a trip and you go back home and everything feels so awkward? I hate knowing that I could visit LaGrange and it make me feel that way. It is all I’ve ever known. I am so comfortable here, which is the problem. I want to grow, I want to be moved and afraid and truly realize that LaGrange isn’t the only place I can feel at home. I want to form new bonds, new relationships and connect with people. I will talk more later. 

This peanut butter is disgusting. Just a little warning for all of you grocery shoppers. It has a very distinct fish taste. I enjoy both fish and peanut butter but the combination of the two is the most grotesque food I’ve had in a while or maybe ever. Stick to Smucker’s Natural Peanut Butter! <3

My anticipation for autumn is so strong that I can hardly stand it!

“Jesus’ weeds-and-wheat parable was not meant for heaven; it was not a utopian dream. It invoked heaven onto earth. Jesus recognized the presence of evil but chose to deal with it through active nonresistance, patience, and hope.” —Shane Claiborne “Jesus for President”

See Matthew 13:24-30

“you’re always going to owe money, that’s just the way life is.” —dad

noooooooooo

It’s not a matter of pace

It’s not a matter of regret

It’s not a matter of forgetting

It’s a matter of what isn’t the matter at all

A matter which will be disposed of

Time will not change what can never be attained

alone