Those lil black dots are all birds. We were driving down the highway and all of a sudden a storm of birds whirled above us in a giant cloud. A beautiful sight that I think about a lot.
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Osho (via purplebuddhaproject)
10 million years into eternity, we’ll still be praising God for the very mercies we are now tempted to doubt.
Paul David Tripp (via beereans)
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Being generous often consists of simply extending a hand. That’s hard to do if you are grasping tightly to your righteousness, your belief system, your superiority, your assumptions about others, your definition of normal.
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