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Today:
things read.
from actual books
We lament because of our corruption, but we rejoice because of his goodness.
John Bradford, The Writings of John Bradford, 1:134-139
the IG.
story-worthy
the interwebs.
a link list
The Remembrance of Blood Andrew has deep thoughts about life and death. Worth your time. "Human life in the individual and collective sense is sacred, and extinguishing a person’s temporal existence matters to God at a level we struggle to capture in our limited thinking." (HT: Challies)
Navel-Gazing Won't Help You Grow "Grace beckons us to look up."
She Left A Note Hits home.
Persevere in Praying for Unbelieving Loved Ones "Praying for unbelievers isn’t for the faint of heart. Meditating on the character of God allows me to lift this weight off my shoulders. I’m not the sovereign of the universe. I don’t make the decisions. I don’t have to even understand the decisions that he alone makes—I just need to know and trust him."
Supermoms Don’t Exist (But Faithful Moms Do) Katie provides needed encouragement: "Many of us identify more with 'failure-mom' rather than 'supermom.' Being a mom is difficult. Thank the Lord that he does not expect us to do it alone. Not only are we made to flourish in community, but the Lord tells us in Matthew 11 to 'Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls' (v. 28-29)."
soundtrack.
in my ears
You're the lover of my soul Even unto death With my every breath I will love you
I put all my hope in the truth of Your promise And I stand in my heart on the ground of Your goodness When I'm bowed down with sorrow, I will lift up Your name And the foxes in the vineyard will not steal my joy
When are you ever done with the story of someone you love? You turn the most precious of your memories over and over, wearing their edges smooth, warming them again with your heat. You touch the curves and hollows of every detail you have, memorizing them, reciting them once more though you already know them in your bones. Who ever thinks, recalling the face of the one they loved who is gone: yes, I looked at you enough, I loved you enough, we had enough time, any of this was enough? Celeste Ng
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