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  • 8th Aug 2012 | 170 notes
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    21st Feb 2012 | 1,960 notes

    MANNERS: It works past the hunger games..

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    20th Feb 2012 | 25,356 notes
    Life happens

    Life happens

    (via twloha)

    20th Feb 2012 | 395 notes
    The things I will die for freedoms sake i have to live

    The things I will die for freedoms sake i have to live

    (Source: hoodiesnheels)

    13th Feb 2012

    Take time. Take care. Take wonder.

    I think sometimes we underestimate the beauty in breathing that to do so is an intricate symphony. Breathing indicates that I have managed to go another moment with the holy spirit taking resident within this tabernacle and not die. That I have again forgotten that is a wonder all in its own. To be molded with intent and by holy hand is unfathomable. To realize that everything about my life is on purpose and everything about it has a purpose if I let it. What wonder have yet will I do? I am terribly excited for what God is doing amongst His people.

    1st Feb 2012 | 1 note

    McDonald’s Drops ‘Pink Slime’ From Hamburger Meat...I need to go Organic

    For years, the world’s leading fast-food chain used a “pink slime” as beef filler for its burgers in the U.S. After a campaign by celebrity chef Jamie Oliver, McDonald’s has abandoned the goo. Oliver, who stars in his own TV show “Jamie Oliver’s Food Revolution,” has been campaigning for months to get fast-food chains to […]

    13th Jan 2012 | 326 notes

    Love is a trust fall

    twloha:

    “Joy”
    Oceana

    I believe with all of my heart that the Hallmark cards lie.

    I believe that you can choose who you love, but you can never choose who loves you.

    That’s beautiful and frustrating and unfair and overly gracious.

    This summer, in a moment of honesty and through a thinly veiled smile, a friend asked, “What is giving you joy today?” It took me a second to answer. Not like a quick second, but more like a time-slows-down-like-in-the-movies-when-it’s-really-important-to-catch-the-details second. Like, “Chad, watch your step on this one. Collect your thoughts. Your friend needs you to share some real joy. He needs it. Don’t be cheap. Don’t say ‘love’ or ‘family.’ Prove something to him.”

    His question was almost more like a challenge. And that challenge became more like a conversation within myself. I think I showed him a picture of my parents’ dog, which still may have been a cop out, but I was able to use that picture to launch a conversation, which I think is what he wanted all along …

    My friend needed me to know that he was in pain, and I needed him to know that he couldn’t scare me away.

    “And I see that I’m sure I won’t hide, I won’t hide …”

    There was a certain joy from being able to care for my friend in that moment. I told him that I was proud of him for not shying away from the hard talks. He told me that he was thankful for an opportunity to be real.

    Love is a conversation, and it’s not always one that is initially hopeful or joyful or inspiring. Sometimes it takes time and retrospect to see how love grows into those things. Sometimes it’s a conversation that takes place in our own heads, but is most productive when fleshed out with folks who love you without reason.

    “So hold me higher, I caught you.
    You caught me, and this I see.”

    Love is a trust fall.

    We are facing the same direction, and perhaps unaware that anyone else shares our point of view, but in our moments of resignation or vulnerability or abandon we can find a teammate, a cheerleader, who will still sees us as something to be proud of. Who can help us catch ourselves when we fall …

    … and I guess that’s the thing Hallmark misses sometimes about true friendship rooted in love — the catching works both ways.

    —Chad
    TWLOHA Staff

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