kateyswishes
There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.
Unknown (via sexclution)
societykillscreativity
I often ask my 3 year old to help me cook. I don’t do it because I need his assistance. In fact, it would be easier and more efficient if I took care of it myself. But I invite him to help because I love him. It’s the same interaction between God and us. He calls us into His redemptive work not because He is lost without us, but because He loves us and is offering us a role in the story. That is the otherness we dream of. It’s oxygen on a fire that would otherwise burn out.
Relevant Magazine, “When Life Feels Terribly Ordinary”  (via yesdarlingido)