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There is a light you can't always see .

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There are more color receptors in the human eye than are used, thus the colors of the world as they are seen are not the true colors. The true colors have no names, and so they are impossible to imagine. The failure of language is not that something can only be described with a limited number of words, but that it can only be perceived using those words.

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If I loose myself tonight , it will be by your side .

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A friend loves at all times but a brother is born for a time of adversity

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"We were all created in His image, but you have the ability to reflect, project & even detect the Son. If I were to explain what you look like, you would have to look like a star– a sun of the Son. I would gain energy simply from the light that you shine on me. I would need you in order to complete my photosynthesis. I await your revelation, but once again from the genesis, I will wait for you. And I will know you because when you speak, I will be reminded of Solomon’s wisdom, your ability to lead will remind me of Moses, your faith will remind me of Abraham, your confidence in God’s Word will remind me of Daniel, your inspiration will remind me of Paul, your heart for God will remind me of David, your attention to detail will remind me of Noah, your integrity will remind me of Joseph, and your ability to abandon your own will, will remind me of the disciples, but your ability to love selflessly & unconditionally will remind me of Christ. But I won’t need to identify you by any special Matthews or any special marks, ’cause His Word will be tatted all over your heart. And you will know me, and you will find me, where the boldness of Esther meets the warm closeness of Ruth, where the hospitality of Lydia is aligned with the submission of Mary, which is engulfed in the tears of a praying Hanna. I will be the one, drenched in Proverbs 31, waiting for you.

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Ready to sell my aorta for a quarter, not knowing the value of it’s used to be. (use to me?) Arteries so clogged with my will, it blocked His will from flowing through me. So, I thank Christ that His blood pressure gave this heart an attack, that flatlined my obscured vision, put me flat on my back. Through my ignorance, He saw, so through my sternum He sawed & cracked open my chest to transplant Psalms 51:10, a new heart & a renewed right spirit within. So now, I fully understand, better yet, I thoroughly comprehend, how much I need to wait for You. See, the bad thing is that I knew he wasn’t you from the beginning. ’cause in the beginning was the Word and he didn’t even sound or shine like Your Son Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks, and all he could whisper was sweet, empty nothings– which meantnothing! he couldn’t even have prayed when I needed him to, asking him to fast would be absurd, so, forget about being cleansed & washed with water through the Word. But I know you, you are already praying for me. Even never having met me, let me assure you, I will wait for you.

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"Did you ever doubt? Ever sit in your dorm room and think that, maybe, your soul mate, had chosen someone a lot more boring, but a lot less picky than you, and opted for the easy way out of a life filled with love."

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I do not speak unless it improves the silence

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"Sometimes I gotta be boring , so I'm boring . The parties I usually go to consist of coffee and feelings . A few times a week , we sit in a circle and try to piece our lives together."

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"There are no butterflies, just extreme discomfort because comfort is uncomfortable to someone more acquainted with pain than love"

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"There will be times when you're at your lowest point.
You are the ash of a Phoenix with clipped wings that will never rise.
You are a broken levy,
unable to control the drowning of your household,
Strive.
 During the sting and the swallow of the worst beating, the black eye, the bloody lip, the five seconds after you caught him cheating. The unprayable eruption of rage, the millisecond before the body, before the body becomes a landmine trigger ready to burst into smoke. Things will fall apart, break, rapture, rip at the seems. When your spirit is starving and your heart's got plans on becoming a martyr, when the aftermath of blood and battlefield pours itself into the flesh of the universe, and the scars grow so thick there's barely any skin left. When the fog dwindles upward into the empty spaces between the clouds, and the pain rains down, tumbling to the sound of screams and unattainable dreams as they mummy the land, When lust has mangled the spine of love, Strive. May the days you wish you were somebody else never return. May you learn the braille of glory and happiness until the sidewalks sing with everything you truly are, and the street corners cave in your name, and the nightmares are no more. May the faith engulf depression into ash. May the choirs of demons be muffled, silent like the breeze of an explosion. May the hands, the breath, the pulse, the feet, push forward until every doubter quakes with fear, and the buildings beat with the blood of our existence, Strive.

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Accept the facts and be grateful: The experiences you lived and the people who were in your life have surely left a trace. Be thankful for the lessons you learned, the time you spent and the good times you had and embrace the changes in your life. Accept that things are different now.