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| the tale i'm gonna tell is about the group who couldn't say together they discovered with each other the perfewction of an outdoor day.
they had won some kind of prize for selling way more stuff than the other guys they were the shrewdest unit movers so their bosses got 'em tours of the countryside.
holly saw a certain bird but she couldn't work up any words she kinda lost her shoes and lost her mind and smashed her phone upon a fallen pine
and darryl couldn't talk at all he wondered how the trees had grown to be so tall he calculated all the height and width and density for insurance purposes
and at the desktop there's crying sounds for all the projects due when no one else is around and the sprinklers that come on at 3 am sound like crowds of people asking "are you happy what you're doing"
becky wondered why she'd never noticed dragonflies her drag-n-click had never yeilded anything as perfect as a dragonfly
and the supervisor stood right in the creek and it felt really good that's about the time he finally had realized the importance of this day
thats about the time he realized that he was with the group who couldn't say and it felt so good it hurt forget the words they were the group who couldn't say
-GRANDADDY | | |
| "but i've drawn a conclusion, it's all an illusion, confusion's the name of the game. a misconception of a life learned lesson, something's got to change."
that girl india | | |
| "We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home."
-to write love on her arms | | |
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so rarely do we experience vastness. and my heart spins.
my hands shake, my knees quake. | | |
| and here i am, lying in the grass at hughston elementary. glorious times. today is beautiful. no one wants to play frisbee with me, though. haha. i want to change the world. i want to have one million adventures. i want to go to every continent and meet thousands of people. and i want to tell people about the wonder and joy that is Christ Jesus! and i want to be the only white person. and the only girl. and the only english speaker. i want to know that i mattered in someone's life. and i want to have a family but i don't want to settle on a husband. i will never, ever settle. and i want to have my own business and start a village where you can only wear shoes when it is ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY. and we will have a frisbee league and anyone can play but people will ALWAYS be playing because frisbee is sweet. and we will make pretty dresses and go fishing out of canoes our indian friends have made for us. and we will tell stories and read out loud and make the most beautiful music. except for when we are enjoying the sound of the wind or of the rain or of children laughing. and we will love our neighbors and enjoy sunlight with them. and by the end of the day we will all have red faces and happy hearts because we know we are loved. we go outside and God shines His light and we feel his grass and smell his flowers and climb his trees which he gave to us. and we will all be good swimmer and know about currents and we won't care what heather looks like in a bathing suit. and we will smile as we pass sharks and coral and dolphins and turtles. knowing that their glory, simplicity, and complexity comes from the Lord. and i want to be honest. i want to feel unashamed for having a bad day/week/month/year. i am no less of a person. i am a human, facing uncertainty. weeping for those in pain and mourning for the invisible children in uganda, wishing i were able to help in a more tangible way. and i am victorious. no matter how i feel. i have Jesus, and i have eternal life with the most incredible being. i have passion. "God gives me passion and peace." i do not need to impress. i am fine as i am. i want dredlocks. i want a shaved head. i want to live in a teepee. | | |
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