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ā€œAt that moment, we decided to stop complaining about the church we saw, and we set our hearts on becoming the church we dreamed of.
ā€œFor some strange reason, God doesnā€™t want to change the world without us. There are times when we throw our hands up at God and say, ā€˜Do something!ā€™ and if we listen closely, we can hear God respond, ā€˜I did do something. I made you.ā€™ Sometimes we are waiting on God, and God is waiting on us. When it comes to combatting injustice, this has proved to be true: God wants our help. Certainly God can work miracles without us. Itā€™s not that God needs us but that God wants us, and that is pretty spectacular. So next time you ask God to move a mountain, donā€™t be surprised if God hands you a shovel. This is a divine conspiracy. We get to be a part of the action.ā€
-Shane Claiborne, The Irresistible Revolution
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So much of life is about loving and letting go.
We grieve the people we loved, the companions we cherished, the places that have changed, the experiences weā€™ve missed out on, and so many aspects of this beautiful, tragic love story called life.
On a given day, in any room, there are people around you going through one of the stages of grief. If youā€™re one of those people, no matter what stage youā€™re in and no matter what or whom youā€™re grieving, youā€™re not alone.
Youā€™re going to get through this. A life filled with loss is a life filled with love. Love came to you once, and love will return, as long as your heart is open to it. Do not fear the change; embrace it.
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a relationship is like a garden
it requires care and attention. you can't just bring some plants home, set them down and forget about it. you can get advice from other people on how to take care of your plants -- after all, they all need sunlight, soil, air and water -- but the most important part of caring for your garden is paying attention to how it responds to what you do. does it need more water less often, or less water more often? how much sun is enough or too much? what type of soil helps it thrive?
each person is a plant on our own. we have to learn to care properly for ourselves based on our individual needs. once we've done that, we need to learn to care for the other plants in our lives. we can't care for other plants well while we are dying.
keeping a garden thriving is too much for one plant. we have to work together. we also have to recognize if and when the types of plants we have don't work in the same space. what one plant needs may be too hot, too dry, or the wrong soil for another plant. it doesn't mean either of them is wrong, just mismatched.
take care, treat each other with respect, find out what you need to thrive, communicate those needs, and learn what your partner needs too. decide together if your needs are compatible.
work together so the whole garden thrives.
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Love casts out fear. A woman who has recovered her true identity of Love Warrior is the most powerful force on earth. All the darkness and shame and pain in the world canā€™t defeat her.
Glennon Doyle
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My soulā€™s source is God, and God is love.
Glennon Doyle
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Treat yourself like someone you love.
Glennon Doyle
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The journey of the warrior is learning that pain, like love, is simply something to surrender to. Itā€™s a holy space we can enter with people only if we promise not to tidy up. So I will sit with my pain by letting my own heart break. I will love others in pain by volunteering to let my heart break with theirs. Iā€™ll be helpless and broken and stillā€”surrendered to my powerlessness. Mutual surrender, maybe thatā€™s an act of love. Surrendering to this thing thatā€™s bigger than we are: this love, this pain. The courage to surrender comes from knowing that the love and pain will almost kill us, but not quite.
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Grief is loveā€™s souvenir. Itā€™s our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I loved well. Hereā€™s my proof that I paid the price. So Iā€™ll just show up and sit quietly and practice not being God with her.
Glennon Doyle
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I see your pain. Itā€™s real. I feel it, too. We can handle it, baby. We can do hard things. Because we are warriors.
Glennon Doyle
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What if pain, like love, is just a place brave people visit?
Glennon Doyle
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Being human in a world with no tolerance for humanity felt like a setup, a game I couldnā€™t win. But instead of understanding that there might be something wrong with the world, I decided there was something wrong with me.
I made a hypothesis about myself: I am damaged and broken. I should be shiny and happy and perfect and since Iā€™m not, I should never expose myself. I should just find a safe hiding place. And so I retreated out of my body and out of the world, every chance I could.
Glennon Doyle
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I started hating my body. Not just the shape of it, although there was that. I hated having a body at all. My body made it impossible for me to succeed at being a girl. The universe had presented me with some very obvious rules for femaleness: Be small and quiet and wispy and stoic and light and smooth and donā€™t fart or sweat or bleed or bloat or tire or hunger or yearn. But the universe had also already issued me this lumpy, loud, smelly, hungry, longing bodyā€”making it impossible to follow the rules.
Glennon Doyle
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When someone who is suffering says, ā€œIā€™m fine, Iā€™m fine,ā€ it is not because she is fine, it is because her inner self told her outer self to say the words ā€œI am fine.ā€ Sometimes she will even slip and say, ā€œWeā€™re fine.ā€ Others assume sheā€™s referring to herself and her people, but she is not. She is referring to both of her selves: her hurt self and her representative, the one fit for public consumption. Pain transforms one woman into two so that she has someone to walk with, someone to sit with her in the dark when everyone else leaves. I am not alone. I have my hurt self, but I also have this representative of me. She will continue on. Maybe I can permanently hide my hurt self and send our rep out into the world and she can smile and wave and carry on as if this never happened. We can breathe when we get home. In public, we will just pretend forever.
Glennon Doyle
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All I ever wanted was to be enough for you.
Olivia Rodrigo
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There is no way to be as honest in spoken words as I can be in written words. I wonder why itā€™s so much easier to be honest with strangers than with family.
Glennon Doyle
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The only people who know what kind of man you are are you and the women who have been alone with you.
But women donā€™t want to find out the hard way, so they look for subtler signs instead, the ones they can pick out while still in public. One of the most obvious signs is how you talk about women (both the ones youā€™re attracted to and the ones you arenā€™t). That shows how you think about women. It shows whether you respect women.
If you donā€™t respect women in public, you likely donā€™t respect them in private.
Speak respectfully. Pretend your mom can hear you, until you respect EVERY woman as much as you respect your mom.
Because, to a woman, disrespect is not just disrespect.
It could be danger.
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