As Per Usual
Today I got a call from my mom. “I just called because I was worried that you would be hungry. If you are then-“ and so on. No one else phones me to check the status of my hunger rate as frequently as my mom. And I like it.
Living in a bustling city with busy-bodies rushing everywhere, there’s no wonder why we always feel hurried. We tend to forget that there is a sky above us. Sometimes, we just need to stop, look up, and breathe. This is purely one thing I learned from this year that I know is universal.
"You Are More" by Tenth Avenue North
‘Cause this is not about what you’ve done, But what’s been done for you. This is not about where you’ve been, But where your brokenness brings you to This is not about what you feel, But what He felt to forgive you, And what He felt to make you loved. You are more than the choices that you’ve made, You are more than the sum of your past mistakes, You are more...
While I was reading through Stokstad’s Art History, I came across in-depth analysis of different kinds of masterpieces over history. One in particular stood out by the style and way that the writer describes the painting. “The hero of this painting is also an unusual choice for a history painting; he is not an emperor or a king, or even an intellectual, but Jean Charles, a black man...
Playing this on repeat while studying for my Art...
…there was given me a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me....– 2 Corinthians 12:7-9 (via susankim)