I’m terrified of writing a m.o.h. speech for my sister’s wedding because I don’t know her.
If only my words could produce life. If only my hands could bring about peace. It only I had the courage to greet you with a kiss. It is as though my soul longs to engage you on a level that brought about more than what I can possibly do. Alas, I am not a rain in a drought, or warmth in winter. I am not spring in the time of love or hope in the face of desperation. I am flesh and bones. A man who longs to give you laughter and a voice that will be heard.
I long to give and not take, to provide and not steal. I wish that you would quiet my fears and allow my tears to be seen without shame. But alas, I am flesh and bones. Yet, with love, flesh and bones can become more; and for that, I am grateful.T.B. LaBerge // I Hope. (via tblaberge)
Never have I ever felt more connected to a biblical character than the woman who sought the hem of Jesus’ robe to be healed in Mark 5.
She wasted her life to find the ultimate source of healing, and when she saw it, she did whatever she could to get to Him, crawling throughout the throngs of people in the streets. And when she touched the edge of His robe and felt His power, I can only imagine she wanted to cling to Him for the rest of her life because she immediately knew she was healed. When He asked (though He already knew) who had touched Him, she told Him in complete honesty, believing that He would have nothing but the best of intentions for her.
His reply to her simply was “Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace and be healed of your disease.”