Your mercy found me upon the broken road
and lifted me beyond my failing
Into Your glory, my sin and shame dissolved
And now forever Yours I’ll stand
In love never to end
To call You more than Lord
So I’ll throw my life upon all that You are
'Cause I know You gave it all for me
And when all else fades my soul will dance with You
Where the love lasts forever
And forever, I will sing
Lord, forever, I will sing
How You gave Your life away
Just to save me, Lord, You saved me
But where sin abounded, grace abounded hella more.
"I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart."
— Vincent Van Gogh (via stxxz)
This is how to run a stick of Chapstick"
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely
— HIGH SCHOOL By Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)