March 2012
6 posts
i must try this. →
February 2012
14 posts
economics of faith.
in the economy of mercy,
i am a poor and breaking man;
in the currency of grace—
is where my song begins.
wake up.
beautifully written by a beloved oppa from back home.
They say the human heart is resilient like none other. And when you read of tear-jerker survival stories, of addictions overcome, of pain endured, of tongue withheld and of temper dissipated – it’s hard to deny even such a blanket statement.
I consider myself in the same bucket. Sure, I didn’t grow up alone on the streets or...
“Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize?...”
– 1 Corinthians 9:24-27 (via hesiarp)
agreed.
I’ve been thinking about food photography this week for a project that I’m working on.
Can I be honest with you? I realized that I’m tired of most food photography lately. I’m tired of taking photos of food, and I’m really tired of looking at photos of food online (perfect meals and those perfect table settings). It all looks the same. The faux-urban-rustic...
so. true. zomg.
hesiarp:
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless,...
ambition.
i consider myself to be an ambitious person. it’s in my general nature, and Boston has helped make me more so. it’s one of the first words that surfaces to describe you, if you are indeed an SMG cookie-cut-out. most associate it with the most absurd acronym (sex/money/greed) that was a joke to me at first, but as i spend more time with peers, is forming more into a solidified reality....
Watchi love vimeo.
they make things so simple.
and yes, i am such a nerd.
“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart,
as working for the Lord
and...”
– Colossians 3:23
all day long, shapes and figures wander aimlessly. shades of gray— they all blend in together. depleted of confidence and the pride that made you fall, i see the weight that is excruciating on your shoulders.
you try to cover up and hide away but your efforts are so useless, or is it that we’ve all stopped to care?
it’s funny how a face a face, a face, shows all of the things...
“If I can stop one heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease...”
– Emily Dickinson (via thresca)
