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one day, when I’m brave enough (or caught up in my emotions too much), I’ll post all my drafts

sometimes it’s enough to know you’re not alone in it.

this won’t plague you forever. one day you’ll forget the details, forget the feelings that went with them, and forget the grip it all had on you. you’ll be reminded one day, years down the road, and think, “wow, I haven’t thought about that in a very long time.” you might even remember all the times you thought it would never pass. but it did- it will.

“But, for a Christian, there are, strictly speaking, no chances. A secret Master of the Ceremonies has been at work. Christ, who said to the disciples "Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you," can truly say to every group of Christian friends "You have not chosen one another but I have chosen you for one another." The Friendship is not a reward for our discrimination and good taste in finding one another out. It is the instrument by which God reveals to each the beauties of all the others. They are no greater than the beauties of a thousand other men; by Friendship God opens our eyes to them. They are, like all beauties, derived from Him through the Friendship itself, so that it is His instrument for creating as well as for revealing. At this feast it is He who has spread the board and it is He who has chosen the guests. It is He, we may dare to hope, who sometimes does, and always should, preside. Let us not reckon without our Host.”

everyone is always saying how much they hate calling on the phone and they’d prefer to text. I will do everything I can to call people rather than text them. hearing people’s voices and being able to connect that way is WAY better than texting. any day.