I see things different now.
What was once the never.
Now a priority. Now a primary.
With faith, with love.
With will, that these choices form above.
To be child. To be pure.
To be cherished and adored.
To be faithful. To the end.
To be unseparated, hand in hand
I see things different now.
I see people different.
I see things different now.
The world is dark and cruel.
Faithfulness, the thing that has held some.
Sad. People are Sad.
Lost. People are Lost.
Are we the few? Am I the few?
Faithful till the end.
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Daniel Isaac (Faithful)
6:56 11:8:11
It’s been awhile.
I like typography.
I like photography.
I like zoology. I like biology.
I like how giraffes are different for other animals.
I love God. I love how all life is centered around Him.
I love life. The good. The bad.
I love that I have family. I love that I have a future.
I love my girlfriend.
I love how everything works out for a reason.
I love that I am here in this particular country.
I love that I can impart education to young ones as an occupation.
I love that every moment of life is a second more given.
I am thankful. I should be more often.
Romans 12:12. Pray. Love. Hope.
Jonathan Kindler // The Chariot at The Warehouse. Chattanooga ,TN
She wants to know if I love her, that’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.
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Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via sealegslegssea)