“But what song will you sing when your soul gets set free?”
—Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz
January 2012
36 posts
“I pray because I can’t help myself. I pray because I’m helpless. I pray because the need flows out of me all the time—waking and sleeping. It doesn’t change God—it changes me.”
—C.S. Lewis
piano conversions.
I stayed up for hours playing music I learned as a kid. It felt so good and familiar, like trading stories with an old friend.
s-nope-a
Blacking out.
“An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.”
—Martin Luther King, Jr.
Dear adult expectations and responsibilities, I will never grow too old for bouncy houses.
Especially ones with slides.
introvert.
Contrary to friends’ belief, I’m no extrovert. I have many friends but few I would call close, I don’t open up easily, and most of all, I enjoy being on my own, especially at home. Unfortunately for my roommate, who yearns for conversation, I actually have to put in effort to make myself talk. It’s not that I’m shy- in public I’m extroverted to the point that I embarrass company. It’s just that constantly being around people drains me just as much as I love it. I need time on my own in order to function properly. I cherish nights like these when I get to relax with a good book and assess life and priorities. It’s how I reenergize.
