Ashley Jalali

Tonights been a very odd night, I can feel things falling together & other  things falling apart… I don’t think I like it, at all. I’m kind of scared and I need my God of comfort to make me step aside.

I’ll just keep praying.

There’s not much else I can do now.

Let’s risk the ocean of hope, or drown in our unbelief.

Faith by its very nature must be tried. And the real trial of faith is not that we find it difficult to trust God, but that God’s character has to be clear in our minds so that we remain true to God whatever he may do.

—Oswald Chambers

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I am much more terrified of living a comfortable life in a self-serving society and failing to follow Jesus than I am of any illness or tragedy.

—Katie Davis (Kisses from Katie)

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I do not understand the mystery of grace — only that it meets us where we are and does not leave us where it found us.

—Anne Lamott

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Why is it that….

Every time I text you, I feel like I must prepare myself to get the same response an imaginary person would…. NOTHING.

Your soul seems empty.

God, I don’t know what I’m doing here anymore. The life I live seems to be everyone’s sick muse. I go to the same places, over and over again, but never feel like I truly belong. & The people I meet are colder than harsh winters. I keep hearing your voice, a reminder to pray, in a whisper…. But when I get on my knees I just don’t know how to say what I want to say. I sit there in the silence, quiet and alone, and I begin to realize that this empty world…. won’t ever feel like home, because YOU are my home.

God, I don’t know what I’m doing here anymore.

The life I live seems to be everyone’s sick muse.

I go to the same places, over and over again, but never feel like I truly belong.

& The people I meet are colder than harsh winters.

I keep hearing your voice, a reminder to pray, in a whisper….

But when I get on my knees I just don’t know how to say what I want to say.

I sit there in the silence, quiet and alone,

and I begin to realize that this empty world….

won’t ever feel like home,

because YOU are my home.

There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.

—Chuck Palahniuk 

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