Telling me your name wouldn’t kill you. Did you hear me tell you my name’s Mitch? I’d really like to hear you use it when I’m fucking you later.
God is constantly on the move. I cannot stay where I am and follow God at the same time; responding requires movement.
And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel and say.
Sometimes I wake up and lie still enough to hear a petal drop from the vase of flowers. Sometimes I lie awake and wish there was someone to hear my falling.
If we are cut loose from the anchor of God's Word, we will not be free. We will be slaves of personal passions and popular trends.
I thought: We are not close enough. I though: He will not hear it. I thought: He will hear it and be out so fast that we will have no chance. I thought: Twenty seconds. I was breathing hard and fast.
I thought: We are not close enough. I thought: He will not hear it. I thought: He will hear it and be out so fast that we will have no chance. I thought: Twenty seconds. I was breathing hard ans fast.
I know I wrote letters to people with no address on this earth, I know that you are dead. But I hear you. I hear all of you. We were here. Our lives matter.
Actions speak louder than words, in fact. When we don't take action, we foster the mistaken reality of our old identity.
We never realize the power of real love unless we witness or experience a transaction, because real love costs.
As you know Jesus more, you naturally love Him more. The less you know of Him, the less you love. To know Jesus is to love Him.
With different changes but the same plot, sometimes our story has already unfolded. It's just trapped in the pages of ink and paper. God is waiting in His Word.
Through Christ we have a new identity--we should not be speaking to our old man, the sinner, and giving him his identity back.
Creation is the vocal chords of God speaking each day through the colors of the sunrise, the vastness of the night sky,the teeming of life in the ocean, the majesty of the mountains.
With full mugs and expectant hearts- Acknowledge His presence. Listen. Give Him your day, each day. Every day.
Too many people never catch tomorrow as they let go of today. Capture the precious now instead of holding onto the hope of tomorrow.
It's easier not to say anything. Shut your trap, button your lip, can it. All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. Nobody really wants to hear what you have to say.
Roseanne, Roseanne, if I called to you now, my own self calling to my own self, would you hear me? And if you could hear me, would you heed me?
The only problem is the heart is quiet. It takes a very special kind of person to hear what the heart says. Most can't hear it at all and they have to guess. There are a lot of people walking around just guessing.
Spoken words are like seeds that we plant which will eventually grow into something sweet or bitter. Our actions in this life are seeds we're planning for the other life promised by Allah.
Always know what they want to hear - not just what everyone knew they wanted to hear but what they didn't even dare name to themselves. Show them the pattern. Give them permission to do what they wanted all along.
