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My deepest awareness of myself is that I am deeply loved by Jesus Christ and I have done nothing to earn it or deserve it. -BM

This week last year, my Gramma passed into glory. That’s how my friend talks about people who have passed away, and I like it because I know that’s what it really is; meeting with Jesus face-to-face IS glorious. She is literally kneeling at the feet of God and singing praises with all the angels and she is wholly healthy and happy.

But this week I just miss her. She was ingrained in the deepest parts of my soul, my very favorite person.

When we were packing up her house a few days after she died, I found a box full of old scraps of string. She made doilies and blankets and a million other crafty things. I tied one of the pieces of string around my wrist last July. After about 400 showers and daily wear and tear, it’s looking a little brown and frayed now. I told myself I would cut it off this week. Perhaps I will. I know that many of you have lost people you loved deeply. These are real and painful and terrible losses. A friend sent me this quote by one of my favorite authors, and I’ve clung to it this past year:

“You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”
-Anne Lammot

For those of you who have lost, for those of you who have endured heartbreak: let’s take time to grieve and remember, but then let’s DANCE with a limp and celebrate the people we love and live well today.

brotherstories:

"Kolniður"- Jónsi

This little Icelandic elf-man is a maker of magic.
Quite possibly the strangest phrase I have said on here so far, but accurate nonetheless. 

Cheers.

Yes- something strange and magical and wonderful about Jonsi’s music. Love.

takemetomountains:

our eyes were fixed on each other’s good? More so, imagine if we reminded one another of it? There’s too much warmth and risk, unused gifts and unheard stories trapped inside bodies of people. Depositories of fear and insecurities, well-springs of decreased joy and action. If we told each other…

I should be packing right now. I’m leaving for a trip tomorrow - which I’ve been looking forward to for months - but the amount of notes on an old post of mine stopped me in my tracks this morning. A while ago, my friend Katie, whom many of you know and love, wrote me the simplest, most memorable card: “You are loved… fiercely.” I posted a picture of it here on tumblr shortly after I opened it, and nearly 18,000 people have interacted with it.

It’s simplicity, paired with the magnitude of those 4 words struck me: “What a friend,” I thought, “always going out of her way to assure the ones she loves that they are cared for.” While it is true that Katie has a gift for making people feel loved, noticed, and important, the response that this card received overwhelmed me! I couldn’t help but realize how much we all want to be loved. It sounds cheesy, right? We’ve heard it before: You are loved, We are all desperate for love/made for love, etc. We know these things. Maybe you agree, or perhaps you disagree. Either is fine with me.

For the past few years that I’ve been on tumblr, it has fascinated me to observe the comments, questions, quotes and posts about Jesus/Christianity/religion. You probably have an opinion about all of it as well. I love Jesus; I am a Bible-believing Christian. I believe that we were created to engage in a loving and dynamic relationship with God, who guides and leads us on an adventure for a lifetime, and then after that we get to spend eternity in perfect harmony with Him. You won’t find me holding a picket sign telling you that you’re going to hell, and you’ll never hear me tell you that you’re a dirty rotten hopeless sinner. You WILL hear me repeat the words that Katie once told me: You are loved…fiercely. I believe this to be true. And I believe that you were made for that.

I spent too many years of my life “searching” for people and places that would build me up and make me feel loved and secure. As cliche as this may sound, it just didn’t work. Jesus works. I can’t imagine doing life without him. He loves me fiercely.

I suppose this post was some sort of response to all of the notes that keep piling up on my post. If you ever want to talk about Jesus or life or anything at all, my inbox is open to you.

You are loved fiercely!
Blessings—- Carly