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Learning to be grateful for thunderstorms and dead ends, not just sunshine and beaches.

Learning to be grateful for thunderstorms and dead ends, not just sunshine and beaches.

First glimpse into my day.

First glimpse into my day.

First Listen

christynicole:

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On one of my favorite movies, Elizabethtown, they discuss “last looks” and how memorable they are. But I challenge that idea. The most memorable sensation for me is the “first listen”. I’ll go out of my way to insure an album that is pre-determined to be important to me is listened to in a…

For the past two years and two months, I have been forced to rely almost entirely on the hospitality of humans and the provision of God. Tonight, I’m full & thankful.

For the past two years and two months, I have been forced to rely almost entirely on the hospitality of humans and the provision of God. Tonight, I’m full & thankful.

rant.

An article just popped up in my newsfeed about how Gungor needs some pastoral guidance because they wrote a blog about how they don’t necessarily take some of the stories in the Bible literally. It’s a pretty boldly opinionated article, as most Christian articles I’ve read are. The comments on the post include “so sad. end times.” and others about how they can’t believe this “new age thinking.” 

So I went to Gungor’s blog and read about how churches are canceling shows and their reply to all of it. 

And I can’t sit and not respond. So here it goes:

WHO FREAKING CARES. Don’t get me wrong. I love Jesus. I love the Bible. I’m so thankful we have it. But I remember getting snarled at in Christian college because a professor asked how long I thought it took God to create the universe. And my response was: it’s irrelevant. I don’t care if it took God seven days, seven years or seven thousand years. I still could never create the universe and so I am impressed. Why does it matter how long it took Him? Can’t I just be intrigued and amused by the fact that He did it?

Do you think when we get to Heaven, God’s going to be like “…well, I’m so grateful that you challenged and encouraged so many people to worship well BUTTTTT you misinterpreted some things, I see. So sorry but you can’t come in”? If you think God is THAT trivial and hasty, I think you should reexamine that box you just put my Beloved in. I tend to believe God is primarily concerned with how well we love each other, that doesn’t include shunning someone for their interpretation of His Words.

meant to post this here first. :X

christynicole:

Some songs make you really think about situations you’ve been placed in but seldom does a song make you act on the situation, at hand. After listening to LANY’s “Walk Away,” I broke up with my boyfriend. He didn’t see it coming and neither did I, but I couldn’t call it an “impulsive” decision, either. LANY made an argument I couldn’t deny. They wrote a song about my life and wrote in the ending. 

This synth-pop trio follows the newly controversial “mysterious” pattern of hiding their faces, identities and even background from the internet. It’ll be up to you to decide if their music surpasses your need for personalization. If you ask me, they are the perfect example of a band that nails this identity, or lack thereof. Whether they realize it or not, they have created an atmosphere that allows you to grow your own identity with the music, rather than adopting theirs. 

See for yourself.

"I’m too good at leavin’ love. I don’t wanna be.

Walk away.”

Happy Monday. #not

Happy Monday. #not

The only difference between lost and wandering is perspective. 
Photo: takecaretiredsouls

The only difference between lost and wandering is perspective.
Photo: takecaretiredsouls

Judah’s bored with the nursery here and his parents set is too loud tonight so he has resorted to laying behind the merch table and watching pbs kids.

Judah’s bored with the nursery here and his parents set is too loud tonight so he has resorted to laying behind the merch table and watching pbs kids.

new perspectives from a vancouver coffee shop

christynicole:

The little girl was carrying her father’s camera with the strap around her neck and the camera dangling down below her knees. He had inevitably spent some time watching her kick and swing this expensive piece of equipment but he didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Instead, he bought her a muffin she…