(Source: pleatedjeans, via ktburrr)
Books published on commission, that is wholly or partly at the author’s expense, although not so numerous as they used to be, help to swell the flood of new books. While it is true that a few good books have been financed by their authors in the past, it can be said that if a book is not good enough to be published in the customary way, that is at the publisher’s risk, it ought not to be published at all.
Michael Joseph, The Adventure of Publishing, 1949 — This might be a quote that could be applied to the recent explosion of self-publishing via sites like lulu.com or the new outfit on Amazon. Ahead of his time, for sure.
70838"...make a list of truths [you] can't afford to forget."
Sometimes it’s the simplest things that I forget that end up touching my heart more than the big, complicated issues that people argue about regarding doctrine. Because of that, this list may seem naive, but simplicity is what touches my heart the most.
Fact: God created the countless stars in the sky, the pristine beauty of nature, more galaxies than we’ll ever find out, and us. What’s the most insignificant item in that list and what does He care most about? [Psalm 8, verses 3-6, especially]
Fact: He knew what every day of my life was going to hold before He even created the universe. He knew what sins I would commit and how much I would hurt Him by them. He loves me anyway, unconditionally. [Psalm 139:16]
Fact: Prayer is beautiful and powerful. It’s a conversation between the Creator of the universe and me (see fact number 1). [Psalm 6:9]
Fact: I am never alone, no matter how much I feel that way. [Psalm 73:23-26]
Fact: God is more powerful & mighty & loving than our heads can ever comprehend. [Job 38 and John 3:16-17]
There’s so much more, so many facts about God that continually blow me away. It’s the simplicity that creates the power in them and how He reveals himself through them.
Horton family Christmas photo! :)
I’m thankful four…
1. my healthy family
2. my incredible friends
3. my three amazing little nephews
4. my awesome boyfriend
August 3 - Rosses Point
You’re my stone.
Not a rock – that’s too stable.
No – I’m wobbling on this stone wave,
Surfing to the shore but I never make it all the way.
Falling along the way,
Getting caught up in the current of life.
That stone wave –
Cold and disheartening,
Stone cold.
Pulled under.
Always moving away in your silence.
Stone walled.
August 3 - Strandhill
I could live here.
The waves crashing on the shore,
The salt air mingling with our entwined hearts,
The sunset basking us in hope of a new day –
A brand new day in paradise.
I could live here –
But could you?
On paper it works.
The waves, the salt air, the adventure of every day.
But what about that works for me?
Only the hope of having you.
I could live here –
But only with you.
July 31 - Inisheer
“The waves remind me of you. On the surface that’s no surprise; why wouldn’t they? They’re your passion, the force of nature that keeps your moving, like a pendulum or gravity – I don’t know. I just know that they mean something to you, and you mean something – well, a lot of things – to me. To be a wave in your world – now that would be something. I think I was once, a few years ago. That was when I was being drawn toward the right thing – not just you but God and good choices and a future that would mean something to the world. But my focus has drifted over time and I’m drawn toward the heat and excitement and combustible nature of the sun. When did I get so out of sync from myself? I wish I knew. All I know is that I’m feeling the pull of the tide again – and it’s pulling me back to you. I hope I’m a wave again. I hope I knock you off your feet. I hope that time the tide brings me to your shore,” she wrote on a piece of unlined notebook paper, adorning it with her heart and soul. She dropped the letter in the mailbox by the sea, sighing for the hope of a new day and the new tides and currents of tomorrow.
