Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack’d anything.
“A guest,” I answer’d, “worthy to be here”;
Love said, “You shall be he.”
“I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee.”
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
“Who made the eyes but I?”
“Truth, Lord, but I have marr’d them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.”
“And know you not,” says Love, “who bore the blame?”
“My dear, then I will serve.”
“You must sit down,” says Love, “and taste my meat.”
So I did sit and eat.
pris-lah.
made new in Christ, where hope and life is eternally founded. the living spring, the source of salvation.
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Love, George Herbert.
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The various, uninteresting faces of studying.
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Modernist art is difficult, not always conventional or understandable/pretty. Bafflement, shock, unease and estrangement were part of its armoury and achieved through many techniques. T.S. Eliot suggests that art is meant to be more difficult to break the legs of language to make it mean something again. Through difficulty come understanding, forcing the reader to be more reflective.
Why do I find this so profound. I think it’s because I love how it is being situated finally in a world I understand, rather than incongruent stake driven into the ground, demanding the attention of men to justify its intellectual value.
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Cino (:
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This morning was a mad rush. I ate some legit food and packed for myself some lunch. Couldn’t fit a novel into my bag for the long train ride so I think it’s time just to reflect through songs. Almost didn’t make the train, nervous about observation today too - and I didn’t even wear make up? Which I think you need for professional practice.
But you know, I’m glad I made the train. The moment was worth documenting. My heart was filled with anxiety and it takes dedicated time to cast all my anxieties on God, truly depending on Him through these stressful circumstances. God is good.
At this time in the morning, only God is awake with me. It’s been a long time since I’ve given time for Him to speak to me about what has been on His heart. That’s probably why it’s been such a challenge to maintain a level head.
Meanwhile, please pray for me! Going to Evans High School in Blacktown. Super nervous!
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Workspace
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Envy Hunts in a Pack
Envy Hunts in a Pack
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- Friend: I'm agnostic, I think.
- Pris: Oh. That's okay. Why don't you ask God to show you the truth?
- Friend: Oh no... I don't want to do that because then He will.
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He who withholds kindness from a friend forsakes the fear of the Almighty
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What a mess we’ve made.
Tonight is one of those nights where I fight to remember that I am not irredeemable. God will redeem all my mistakes, my sins, all my wrongdoings, the hurts I’ve done to others, my own heart - with the truth of His Son.
It is this one truth which guards me so completely against the past dark and suicidal thoughts.
Irregardless of what Satan says, I am not irredeemable. If I was, then there would be reason to hurt myself, to destroy myself. But I am redeemed.
So I will not hurt myself quickly, and I will not hurt myself slowly.
I will eat properly and sleep properly. I will not entertain dark thoughts. I will pray always. I will commit my heart to the Lord.
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Mocha and his bedhair! Sleepy Pris couldn’t tell she was also taking a picture of her blurry finger. law. Still getting used to this phone.
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Brave man. Can still handle a moody and stressed out girlfriend. Love him, and thankful for him.
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(Source: laiaroig)
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You know you are desperate to finish these readings when you get off the train and find a seat on the platform to finish them rather than interrupting your mind flow before finally getting up and walking home. Big sigh. Why.
