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Moving over to a new personal blog.

I’m confronted daily with the teachings in Ecclesiastes. All of this clutter won’t last. I pray that I put to good use the blessings I’ve been given.

Anyways, Remnant WS service.

samhyun:

Decide to Abandon Retirement as the Reward for Your Life

(via christopherslin)

Going to Remnant WS tomorrow. That will make 2 weeks in a row. Wdup

Christian // ambition, confidence, charisma, class, humility, humor, style.

I’m in no rush to find you, but when I do, I hope you’re the one I start my life with.

The-knot.so.stylish

A piece of me.

I went to church last Sunday for the first time in a long time and despite my reservations about it, I actually had a really blessed experience. I’ve known for a while that the rift in my faith over the last 7+ months was caused by the bitterness I harbored towards my last relationship and how it ended. Besides that, I grew comfortable with going out, sleeping in, and basically ignore being fed by the Word. Honestly, I was successful with just being independent and going about my life. I have a job and a good income, friends who I love, and a confidence in my own identity. I was happy with the ways things were…and I still am. I’m still enjoying life and meeting new people and going out and sleeping in. I still love my friends and still exude confidence that people notice. I will not hide the satisfaction I’ve had living away from the church, but.

.this Sunday at Redeemer, I felt a familiarity again - something you only feel with close family. I really don’t know what it was, but it was a feeling I hadn’t felt in so long. I found myself whispering in my head that I missed this. I missed fellowship and unified worship. I missed hearing the Word and learning about the mysteries of God. I’m glad that my family went with me because I probably wouldn’t have gone otherwise.

I still have a long way to go in terms of fully restoring my walk, but I know and please believe that I do, that I need this.

the-knotsostylish:

fer1972:

Jack Hand Terrier by romanolsanik 

This is wrinkling my brain.

(via havelessbemore)

Just hit me like a freight train, passerby sees phase trains. Ya never knew of this scene, but some may call it phase lame. Try to find identity, buried in some desert plain. Can’t you see I made this me, I never was a guessing game.

So when society’s assigning blame, picking who should be ashamed. Shut your mouth, turn away, life’s better when you just refrain, please.