Nothing is Written.

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Break The Silence- Noah Guthrie 

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Don’t you realize that God doesn’t need you? If he needed you, he would require perfection, but he does not need you. He wants you. He wants you and as incomprehensible as that is, we know it’s something of affection and not obligated. What does that mean for you? That you can stop avoiding Him. It is his good pleasure to will and to work in your life. He is constantly extending an invitation to you. Despite how much you decline his invitation to approach him because of how you’ve bought into the lies you’ve believed and the excuses you’ve crafted, he wants you and is still asking you to come. His patience is not wearing thin. He isn’t sick of you. Think of receiving an invitation to a wedding—you’re not invited because they need you, no. You have been invited because they love you and they want you to share and partake in something beautiful. You receive an invitation because someone wants you to join in on something bigger than yourself. You’re being invited for their pleasure and for yours. You’re not bringing anything to the table. You’re just asked to show up. So, God is extending an invitation to you and if you don’t feel like you have anything to offer, you’re in a perfect position to come.
-  LB, To Taste & See 
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My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:

1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?

of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”

I met you on a Sunday, right
after church.
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.

on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”

he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
“how about you?”

I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
these questions
ever again.

- three questions, Caitlyn Siehl 
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