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March 2012

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“God knows the mess we’re in when He calls us. His light shines greater through cracked pots than through perfect ones” —Joyce Meyer  (via communityforchrist)
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“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.” —Anne Frank (via timetraveling)
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“We are not meant to stay wounded. We are supposed to move through our tragedies and challenges and to help each other move through the many painful episodes of our lives. By remaining stuck in the power of our wounds, we block our own transformation. We overlook the greater gifts inherent in our wounds — the strength to overcome them and the lessons that we are meant to receive through them. Wounds are the means through which we enter the hearts of other people. They are meant to teach us to become compassionate and wise.” —Caroline Myss, Ph.D (via forever-and-alwayss)
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“I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.” —(via creatingaquietmind)
Mar 8, 2012183,370 notes

It was late last night. I sat on the bench next to a man who I met earlier that evening. I was there to wait for the bus that’ll come in about 30 minutes. He was there, because he needed to rest his legs due to the aches. We both talked to each other for 30 minutes. He told his story, I listened. The conversation was nothing but pleasant. It ended abruptly with the arrival of the bus. I got on it to head home and get warmth from the cold night. I waved to him good-bye with a bid of “Keep warm”. I was heading home. He had nowhere to go. And it was a hard thing to accept.

Wake up, There’s got to be something to do about this.

http://www.ifhomeless.org/

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