My grandmother just called and the conversation went something like this - after greeting each other, she kept silent and I got the feeling, she didn't know what to say, as if she hadn't really had a reason to call. So, I asked her how she was and she said "Oh, I'm fine. I laid down earlier and now, I'll be taking another nap. It does me good." And so it does. She refused to do so before, but nowadays she needs it. And then she said: "I'm still thinking whether I should go to the...

The generally idea which is becoming popular among society, which is trending towards atheism, is this; that God must do everything. God must absolutely force me to believe in Him, otherwise I won't. Well, actually God is doing everything, proving absolutely everything for you, but He won't force you.

True humility is knowing we are absolutely dependent on God. We like to say we are independent, we like our independence. But we are not independent in the slightest - we are dependent...

maybe I'm not flawless
maybe I'm not perfect
maybe I'm not your type
But do you really think I care

maybe I sing off key
maybe I laugh too much
maybe I embarrass you
But I don't mind the stares

maybe I am too optimistic
maybe I always change my mind
maybe I annoy you
But I am just fine

maybe I'm too independent
maybe I'm too stubborn
maybe I'm not good enough for you
But...

This poem speaks to me of the real cost of tribulation.




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life is such a lonely thing. and a strange thing. there is a poem by an icelandic man, my favourite icelandic poet about how he and the world were always against each other, but Life hated them both and took the only thing they both loved a little girl. it's beautiful. I wish you guys could read it. maybe I'll try to translate it, though it would never be as good as it is now.

I like being alone, and that is probably the only time I'm never lonely. I'm so enjoying reading a lot these...