Byzantine chronicles
agesagesse
agesagesse
alchemy123
prasangika-matters
onefootintheother
prasangika-matters
the-intelligent-sceptic1
"He died exactly the way he lived — on his own terms. I was there, and it broke something open I didn't expect."
djrivard
A liar loses love before he loses honesty or courage. Not because he becomes unlovable, but because self-deception quietly breaks the one instrument that loving anyone requires.
undercurrently
prasangika-matters
prasangika-matters
purpleandnoir
prasangika-matters
thethinkinglab
That was the day your thinking got smaller. Not wiser.
prasangika-matters
undercurrently
prasangika-matters
thethinkinglab
The only question is whether you know it yet
dennis-hermosa
“For years, I feared that every pain was the beginning of my death. Only later did I understand that some pains were asking me to begin living differently.”
stefanawakening
prasangika-matters
prasangika-matters
djrivard
We call the people who feel nothing strong. We have it backwards. On why hardening is the coward's reflex and gentleness the bravest risk you'll take all day.
prasangika-matters
prasangika-matters
djrivard
Your attention span isn't broken; it's operating on specifications you never agreed to. Why 47 seconds might be exactly enough time to reclaim your presence.
prasangika-matters
the-quiet-journal
the-quiet-journal
the-quiet-journal
the-quiet-journal
the-quiet-journal
the-quiet-journal
the-quiet-journal
the-quiet-journal
prasangika-matters
torsteinsimonsen
torsteinsimonsen
dignitybydesign
prasangika-matters
dignitybydesign
prasangika-matters
prasangika-matters
prasangika-matters
keeperofsheep
prasangika-matters
prasangika-matters
prasangika-matters
prasangika-matters
prasangika-matters
anilprakashdsouza
A short reflection in which I recount a near-drowning experience from my childhood, during which a friend who could not swim and I were saved when my foot struck a solid rock after I cried out to Jesus.