I don’t wonder anymore what I’ll tell God when I go to heaven, when we sit in the chairs under the tree, outside the city…….. I’ll tell these things to God, and he’ll laugh, I think, and he’ll remind me of the parts I forgot, the parts that were his favorite. We’ll sit and remember my story together, and then he’ll stand and put his arms around me and say, “well done,” and that he liked my story.
And my soul won’t be thirsty anymore.
― Donald Miller, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years (via iamlindy)
“You have not forgotten me, precious are your thoughts towards me Oh God. Trying to please your name but chasing after sins like chasing after wind. I only find what I am looking for, when I taste and see.. when you show that all you have for me is all I really need. When mercy finds me all I can say is YOU’RE MINE. When mercy finds me all I can do is give my life”. — Lauren North
The seed is the word of God. Those along the path are the ones who hear, and then the devil comes and takes away the word from their hearts, so that they may not believe and be saved. Those on the rocky ground are the ones who receive the word with joy when they hear it, but they have no…
"He allows us to go through desert/wilderness seasons where we feel as though we cannot hear or see God [though He has not left us] these seasons cultivate a realization that we desperately need God like we need water in a desert. God also allows for miracles, abundant provision to occur in our lives with the intent to cultivate a heart posture of thanksgiving. Each season has a reason. The reason, we may not always understand- but we can know that He will work every season for good. Our good. Working eternity into our hearts."