And then one day I’ll cross the river
I’ll fight life’s final war with pain
And then as death gives way to victory
I’ll see the lights of glory and I’ll know He lives
in my darkest moments, you are there.

“i grieve to think how insensible i have bene of the claims of thy authority,
and the endearments of thy love;
how little i have credited thy truth,
trusted thy promises,
feared thy threats,
obeyed thy commands,
improved by advantages,
welcomed thy warnings,
responding to thy grace;
but notwithstanding my desert I yet live. May thy goodness always lead me to repentance, and thy longsuffering prove my salvation.”
Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you. Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children. And walk in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.
hurt to bitterness
bitterness to apathy
apathy to emptiness
what a nasty cycle…
how cute! sjp’s son james gives emma watson a handwritten note at the ny premiere :)