la la land
August 2011
29 posts
“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.”
—The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
“we’ve forgotten our forgiveness”
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max is hot.
i think so too. and that sexy man is going to be my husband in less than a month. yesssssss. i win at life.
Christ did not come so that you would have a reason to try harder, but rather that you would have to try no longer. He did not come to obligate or entrap you in a relationship with him, but rather replace your heart of brokenness with a heart that beats of his love. He died not that you would owe him more, but that your debt would be paid in full.
Never has the true gospel of Christ Jesus preached anything more, or anything less than this earth-shattering sort of freedom.
“Conviction is not something to be coped with; it is something to be acted upon.”
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i found a lie inside my heart today.
it reeked of cleanliness and perfection.
that i’m better now,
that i’m better than i was.
another lie answered back
comfort in the familiarity of its grip
that i’m just as broken as before
and that i’ll always be
and all these things i crave
that they’ll never leave
all i know of lies
is that they distort the truth
and all i know of truth
is that it is you
and i know where to find you
because i know where i am
we are between my heaven and hell
this is love.
this is the way. and the truth. and this is life.
“ DEFINITION: I USED TO ADMIRE FASHION DESIGNERS AND STOPPED TO ASK GOD OFTEN, WHY DID YOU MAKE ME A WRITER INSTEAD OF A SEAMSTRESS? FOR I WANT TO BE ABLE TO CREATE A PIECE THAT CAN SPEAK OUT LOUD TO THE WORLD AND HANG FROM THE SHOULDERS AND WAISTS OF ELEGANT PEOPLE. I WANT SO BADLY TO MIX SILK AND SATIN, BEADS AND PEARLS. I WANTED MY DAYS TO BE CENTERED ON CREATING SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL. SOMETHING WONDERFUL. HOWEVER, I LEARNED WITH AGE AND EXPERIENCE THAT I AM ALREADY A DESIGNER. A CREATOR. A MAKER. I AM A WEAVER OF SENTENCES, A SEAMSTRESS OF STORIES. I CREATE THE HEMLINES TO A PLOT, THE V-NECKS TO A POEM, THE RUFFLES IN A ROMANCE. WHEN THE LAST PERIOD HAS FOUND ITS HOME AT THE END OF A SENTENCE, I HAVE MADE SOMETHING THAT CAN RESONATE TO THE WORLD LIKE A FINE PIECE OF CLOTHING. THE GIFT TO MY WORK IS THAT IT CANNOT BE FELT ON THE BODY IN THE SAME WAY SILK FEELS TO FINGERS; IT CAN BE FELT IN THE SOUL. I CAN READ A SEWN TOGETHER SENTENCE OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND BRING IT EVERYWHERE WITH ME, LIKE MY LEATHER BAG OR OVER-SIZED AUDREY HEPBURN SUNGLASSES. I CAN TAKE WORDS AND ALLOW THEM TO SEEP INTO MY BEING AND THEN USE THE PASSION BEHIND THEM TO DO UNTO OTHERS IN THIS WORLD THAT NEEDS MORE LOVE. THAT IS MORE BLESSED THAN THE MOST TIMELESS OF FASHION PIECES. I CAN GIVE TO OTHERS WHAT I SEW UPON MY HEART.” - hannahkatyb.com
