I am on the cusp of change. I am wrestling with the decision to move out of my house and go out on my own for the first time. Looking for a “big girl” job. Trying to deepen and invest in friendships that I consider worth having. I am trying to become the person I want to be. I still want to travel and explore. I want to make art and write again. It’s just hard to break that expressive silence, even when it’s in the form of a blog post. For graduation, one of my generous gifts was a journal. I’ve only written notes from work in it.
Madeleine L’Engle, The Irrational Season (via vacilandoelmundo)
Character like a photography develops in darkness. – Yousuf Karsh
Who has ascended into Heaven, or descended? Who has gathered the wind in His fists? Who has bound the waters in a garment? Who has established all the ends of the earth? What is His name, and what is His Son’s name, if you know it?
Every word of God is pure; He is a shield to those who put their trust in Him."
Proverbs 30:4-5 (via lovelyydarkanddeep)