"This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted."
— C.S. Lewis

People talk all the time about pursuing people or things for the wrong reasons, but maybe we pursue God for the wrong reasons. Maybe subconsciously I’ve been treating God like he’s a vending machine. And my pursuit of him has really been a pursuit of someone else.

"I can start accepting Love the minute I realize that I am not enough, that I never had to be, and that all my attempts – even at good things – brought me no closer to Enough. When I started accepting my finite self and living from a reservoir of Love rather than control, I felt a little more internal peace. And when everything in life starts spinning out, I can still cling to the fact that I was never meant to hold up the world and everyone in it."

Next time you hear a voice that tells you that you aren’t worth it, that you have no value, or that you’re unlovable, know this; there is a Love that was purchased for you on the cross. A Love that determined that you were worth dying for. And single, married, or anything in between that Love always has been and always will be passionately pursuing you. So run towards it and embrace it. And never forget that because of that Love, your value is not dictated by whether or not you have a man pursuing you.


Clayton Kershaw shares the love of Christ.  Gives you a whole new outlook on strikeouts.  Thankful to have him on my fantasy baseball team and as a brother in Christ.

Track Title: The Civil War - Ashokan Farewell; Sullivan Ballou Letter

Artist: The Civil War

Album: The Civil War

I’ve posted this once before, but it was brought to my attention again today. Lovely combination of the love of God, love of country, and love of people in the life of a civil war soldier.  Close your eyes and take a listen.  This is real romance, the willingness to give up ones desires in order to answer the call of God and of honor. History is beautiful, ya’ll.

Sullivan Ballou Letter

July 14, 1861
Camp Clark, Washington

My very dear Sarah:
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days—perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more …

I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans on the triumph of the Government and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and sufferings of the Revolution. And I am willing—perfectly willing—to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt …

Sarah my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me unresistibly on with all these chains to the battle field.

The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them for so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grown up to honorable manhood, around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me—perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar, that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battle field, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often times been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness …

But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights … always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again …

Sullivan Ballou was killed a week later at the first Battle of Bull Run, July 21, 1861.

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It’s times like these when I love being a history major. #helloprimarysources #myheartisaflutter

It’s times like these when I love being a history major. #helloprimarysources #myheartisaflutter

From The Valley of Vision.

From The Valley of Vision.

"You stand by the sea coast, you stand by the edge of the grand canyon, you stand with your eye to a telescope, you stand there and you find your soul drawn OUT of yourself and for a brief moment you are free from self-consciousness and self-absorption and it is the most fully satisfying deep wonderful moment"
— John Piper (via samsconsciousness)