I’m gonna hope, and hope, and hope, until one day I do something; Maybe then, we’ll be able to find that place that we have both wanted for so long, maybe then, we’ll have each other. I’m not reaching for stars anymore, I’m reaching for you, and honestly, that’s far more beautiful than a night full of dancing flames.

T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)

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 HOZIER // TAKE ME TO CHURCH
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies // I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife // Offer me that deathless death // Good God, let me give you my life

The last stop on the road less traveled is the longest. It’s the slowest, most painful and ever enduring waiting period.
In the midst of the past seven months; the good, the bad, the confusing has finally aligned and created this symbol that.. Has been written on my heart from day one but I didn’t know what it meant. Until now

And it’s just so hard to let go of someone you’ve invested so much time into, just to see the base of it start to crack. There’s no point in trying to fix the cracks because once it starts-it’s the end.
And if I had to be perfectly honest: which is something I haven’t been being-with anyone or myself-I miss myself.

I miss expressing thoughts and thinking outloud “what ifs” and “would you rathers”. I miss talking of Gods glory and how He’s changed me. I miss alone time. I miss emotionally as well as spiritually connecting.

So this last stop is so hard. Very painful. But it’s so important I do. With a quiet yes on my lips and obedience in my heart my God is calling me to this and I need to do this.
Alone.