AudreyGrace

lois-d-lee:

Even as my spine is being crushed, trampled under the sandals of my own reproach or failure, or as my organs are bleeding internally, rupturing with regret, I just need to touch the trail of it. Shoved to the ground, I am crawling on my knees, heels fracture my searching fingers; I am pushing through the swarm of people surrounding You. Jesus, I just need to feel the edge of Your robe, because that would be more than enough for me. Because I know that You are my healer, and You are Good. 

(Source: hiede)

• Caitlyn: Audrey, what's your favorite color?
• Me: I don't know; I don't really have one. Why? What's yours?
• Caitlyn: What do you think?
• Me: Pink.
• Caitlyn: YES! But...if laughing was a color, that would be my favorite.
• Me: ..what in the world...?
• Caitlyn: *hysterical laughing* You see what I mean?!

I’m currently in the middle of four different books:

• Crime and Punishment // Dostoyevsky
• Heart of Darkness // Conrad
• Franny and Zooey // Salinger (which is completely awesome by the way!)
• The Abolition of Man // Lewis

I seem to slowly and assuredly find myself in this situation all the time. I refer to it as “literature schizophrenia, borderline greediness”. Oyyyy, I’ll let you know how it all ends. Hopefully not like a Shakespearean tragedy where everyone dies violently and is left by the wayside. 

Cheers!

There’s nothing quite like walking into your room at the end of the day, closing the door, letting out a huge sigh of relief, and to be greeted by a delicious noiselessness. 

Nothing.

A quiet morning with coffee and Erik Satie in the background is enough to make me melt with happiness. These are the mornings when I think to myself, “Today is going to be a good day.”

God, thank you for quiet mornings. If there’s anything I’ve learned in this past year, it’s a gift to be treasured.

Do want to know what my silliest and most deepest desire was in high school?

To be an audio book-reader/narrator. Think about it: you get paid to read a book, and maybe throw in a couple silly voices and accents for the characters’ sake. Note the key part; getting paid for it.

Yeah,..actually, that’s still a desire.

The ability to take a good, hard look at what you have and embrace everything about it, flaws included: this is an intentional decision, not whimsical emotion. 

Sometimes, I just need to stop pining over someone else’s conquests, staring at what they acquired when I’ve got a pile of blessings in front of me. If I don’t pay attention, they’re likely to leave unbeknownst to me until the time comes where I actually need them.

Thank you God, for everything you’ve given me, and nothing else.