Category: the basket of random posts filled with beauty
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
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look at you, tender, warring soul, dragging your people into the presence of God, always hopeful for a sign that things are going to change for them, and for you, but for the pressing crowds, and the noise, and the way in which your heart is weary. listen, you are only afraid.that’s what happens when…
