I seriously hate winter. It’s 12 degrees Fahrenheit right now. Remind me why I live in indiana?
I want you to know that I’m waiting for you.
I can’t wait to meet you.
To see your eyes, to see your smile & to know about your life.
Wherever you are right now, what ever you’re doing, I’m praying for you.
The thought of you excites me.
I can’t wait to serve & pursue Christ along side with you.
I can’t wait to hold your hand, and just pray with you.
I promise you I will always play my guitar and I will sing you songs.
Whats even better, I can’t wait to worship along side with you with our voices.
I can’t wait to Love you, adore you, cherish you and take care of you.
I’m excited to know everything about you. Everything that makes YOU. Every single detail that makes you perfect for me. I know I will appreciate those things because it’s you.
I want to know what makes you happy, what makes you sad. What makes your day. Your favorite food, drink, music, movie,. Anything, and everything about you. So I can serve you, love you, and take care of you the best way I can.
I can’t wait to touch your face when you laugh, cry, make jokes, being silly.
I can’t wait to pray, fast, drink coffee, eat carelessly, watch movie, sleep in till we are both late for work, cooking together, make you breakfast in bed, you making me breakfast in bed, drive our first car, live in our first home, raise our own family, seeking God together as a family,
I can’t wait to experience trials & suffering with you, grow close together with God.
I can’t wait to hold you close to me at night. Till we fall asleep.
I can’t wait to give you my ALL, everything of me to you.
I can’t wait to lay myself down for you, just as Christ laid down His life for me.
I long and desire for you my beloved.
I can’t wait to meet you and spend the rest of my earthly days with you.
I can’t wait to love you.
I can’t wait to show you this letter in the future when we finally meet.
But for now, I want you to know.
I’m patiently waiting for you..
so today it snowed for the first time this year and ive naturally been online all day and didnt know so i went to take out the garbage in bare feet and stepped in an inch snow and i just yelled "what the fUCK" and i just heard my neighbour in his backyard go “oh my god she’s outside”
I keep asking God,
"You know this hurts, right?"
As if He is unaware that this season is difficult for me.
As if He doesn’t know everything about me, every last detail.
As if He doesn’t know His very own daughter’s feelings.
As if my reminding Him of how uncomfortable this is, how much pain my heart is in, is going to change His plan for my good and His best for me.
DW Confidential Rewatch: 4x06 Sins of the Fathers
The last bit just cracks me up massively
It’s the last bit that makes it an always reblog
so the doctor’s daughter went to school with the doctor’s daughter, then grew up and played the doctor’s daughter, and then married the doctor and had the doctor’s daughter
In the words of Matt Smith “Never apply logic to Who”
Tonight I’m remembering lots of memories. Some of them aren’t so happy. I’m not proud of them, but writing is a kind of therapy for me, so whatever.
I remember one night freshman year of college; my friend Sam and I spent the night together. We were just friends before that night. We made many mistakes and the next morning he woke me up at 9 am. He asked if I would go to Catholic Mass with him. Since it started at 9:30, we had to hurry. I ran back to my dorm to shower and dress and he picked me up 15 minutes later. I was worried about how I looked. During Mass he broke down, upset from the guilt. I tried to be there to comfort him, but how can you be there for someone when you are the object of their shame? I should’ve spent less time worrying about how I looked and more time worrying about how he felt.
Daniel and I only dated for a short period of time. We went from being strangers to meeting each other’s family too quickly.
He was the only boy I’ve ever said, “I love you” too. I thought it meant more than it did. The mutual attraction between the two of us was so strong, our lust weighed so heavy upon the both of us. We broke up because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other and we both knew it was wrong.
The only relationship I’ve been in that was “above board” with was with a guy named Aaron. We met while we were volunteering. He was 8 years older than I but that didn’t matter to me. I imagined the world with him. I could taste what our lives could have been like together. I failed miserably to guard my heart.
Out of everyone that I’ve ever been with, everyone I’ve ever dated; he broke my heart the most. I knew we had the same beliefs, we enjoyed each other’s company, talking, volunteering together, serving people. After taking “Marriage and Dating” as a small group subject; I know those are components of a great relationship. We never kissed, but we prayed together, for each other, and for our relationship to be Godly on a daily basis. I think that was more intimate than kissing. I got to know his heart. I’d never felt more secure in a relationship than I did with him. We talked about everything. In the end, he broke up with me because he wasn’t attracted to me physically.
I know none of these were right, but that doesn’t really give me much comfort right now. I know in my heart that my Father has a plan; sometimes it’s just so hard to understand the “why” aspect. For a long time I didn’t believe that there was a plan. I didn’t think there was a purpose to all this. Sometimes these thoughts/feelings just creep back when the memories creep back.