A Standard of Grace

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart

oh child of suffering, be patient. God has not passed you over in His providence. He who is the feeder of sparrows will also furnish you with what you need. take up the arms of faith against a sea of trouble. there is one who cares for you. His eye is fixed on you, His heart beats with pity for your woe, and His omnipotent hand will bring you the needed help. the darkest cloud will scatter itself in showers of mercy. the blackest gloom will give place to the morning. He, if you are one of His family, will bind up your wounds and heal your broken heart.

—Charles Spurgeon (via hannaoliviaway)

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There’s a beauty in being rejected, misunderstood, unseen, and unsupported by people. It teaches you to relay on God for everything…

—Jenny.J (via she-lovesjc)

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I spent years measuring myself to on-fire believers, and I’m simply just not one of them. My faith burns slower, more methodical, seated in the back, plagued with questions, desperate in prayer, trusting those rare moments when Christ is fully visible.

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Sometimes I wish I was 29 with my life figured out & sometimes I wish I was 5 with my whole life ahead of me and not a care in the world

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We had a lot of trouble with western mental health workers who came here immediately after the genocide and we had to ask some of them to leave.

They came and their practice did not involve being outside in the sun where you begin to feel better. There was no music or drumming to get your blood flowing again. There was no sense that everyone had taken the day off so that the entire community could come together to try to lift you up and bring you back to joy. There was no acknowledgement of the depression as something invasive and external that could actually be cast out again.

Instead they would take people one at a time into these dingy little rooms and have them sit around for an hour or so and talk about bad things that had happened to them. We had to ask them to leave.

~A Rwandan talking to a western writer, Andrew Solomon, about his experience with western mental health and depression.

From The Moth podcast, ‘Notes on an Exorcism’. (via jacobwren)


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Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul… but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.

—Peggy Toney Horton  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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To think you can love God without being changed by Him, is to think you can jump into the ocean and not get wet. To really love Him, you must understand that your life is going to be wrecked by Him, and built again into something beautiful, something lasting.

—T.B. LaBerge // Jesus, His Grace, and the Gospel (via tblaberge)

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My little children, your hearts are small, but prayer stretches them and makes them capable of loving God.

St. John Vianney  (via hislivingpoetry)

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Do not think that love in order to be genuine has to be extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired. Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.

—Mother Teresa (via pureblyss)

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