#so humbling

(watch out; romanticisation of what having the cold is like bc the bitter truth is dark and sad x)

sleepy; what do you dream to do one day?

fluffy socks; who makes you feel warm and fuzzy?

bundled up; what makes you feel safe?

online; which websites are your most used?

blankets; is there any advice you would give to your younger self?

pillows; how do you chill out after a tough day?

old movies; what movie reminds you of your youth?

naps; which hobby can’t you get enough of lately?

big sweaters; how have you treated yourself recently?

medicine; whats 5 things you really love about yourself?

tea; what can’t you get enough of?

hot cheetos; do you prefer the heat or the cold?

Another beautiful hymn I want to share with you all. 💕

Back story: at age 20 George Matheson was engaged to be married but began going blind. When he broke the news to his fiancee, she decided she could not go through life with a blind husband. She left him. Before losing his sight he had written two books of theology and some feel that if he had retained his sight he could have been the greatest leader of the church of Scotland in his day.

A special providence was that George’s sister offered to care for him. With her help, George left the world of academia for pastoral ministry and wound up preaching to 1500 each week–blind.

The day came, however, in 1882, when his sister fell in love and prepared for marriage herself. The evening before the wedding, George’s whole family had left to get ready for the next day’s celebration. He was alone and facing the prospect of living the rest of his life without the one person who had come through for him. On top of this, he was doubtless reflecting on his own aborted wedding day twenty years earlier. It is not hard to imagine the fresh waves of grief washing over him that night.

In the darkness of that moment George Matheson wrote this hymn. He remarked afterward that it took him five minutes and that it was the only hymn he ever wrote that required no editing.

The hymn celebrates the constancy of God’s love—”love that wilt not let me go”—”light that follow’st all my way”—”joy that seekest me through pain.” It concludes by celebrating “Life that shall endless be.”