I almost pray for someone who drinks coffee like this…so that each morning I can just stare at him in adoration and marvel at how great My God is. <3

I almost pray for someone who drinks coffee like this…so that each morning I can just stare at him in adoration and marvel at how great My God is. <3

To the Girl Next to Me in Marketing...

  • Please pay no mind to me whilst I OD on a bag of chocolate covered espresso beans lodged in my bag.
"'Robin!' she cried reproachfully. 'Why did you leave off coming to the Square Garden?'
‘We were getting too old for those children’s games,’ he said. ‘Soon you would have been bored with them, and as soon as you had begun to be bored you wouldn’t have believed in me any more. People only believe when they are interested. It was was better to go away before you began to be bored. I knew you’d come to Moonacre. I knew I’d see you again. You won’t be bored by what we have to do together here—my word, you won’t! You’ll be frightened, but you won’t be bored.’"
The Little White Horse By: Elizabeth Goudge
"Oh you were beautiful, when your hair was a mess and your face a wreck. You were beautiful when you slept and when you wept. You were beautiful when you never thought you were, because I saw you in those moments, I saw all of you; and oh how I loved you."
T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)

Moving on without Me

It is my last year and I have seen everyone I have known find themselves in a sudden relationship, marry off, or achieved the aspirations that seemed unreachable our freshman year. I rejoice and am so happy for the ones around me, knowing the joy that is filling them, and yet there is a hole of unknown inside. What about me? Has God forgotten about me? Will my dreams be reached and fulfilled…what is my dream? What am I running for? Is time running out? When will my turn come…

Still in this last year of college, I feel my soul ring, despite it all, I am glad. Despite all the past struggles and doors of difficulty perhaps I have enjoyed the times. When you are in the moment, you focus more upon the bad, yet it is when years have passed that you look back and seem to see only the good and yearn for it once more. 

"His dark eyes still sparkled with fun when he looked at her. His thick chestnut hair still curled tightly all over his head, with a final curl making a comic twist in the back of his neck, like a drake’s tail. His rough brown coat was still the colour of fallen beech leaves, and the battered old hat that he swung in one hand still flaunted the long green feather.
‘Robin!’ She cried…"
The Little White Horse By: Elizabeth Goudge