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"Action expresses Priorities" - Ghandi

God is always seeking you. Every sunset. Every clear blue sky. Each ocean wave. The starry hosts of night. He blankets each new day with the invitation, “I am here.”

—Louie Giglio  (via deebella123)

(Source: ajstorytellers, via alightthatshines)

At what point does it stop?

Tonight as my fffrooomie and I were laying on the roof of my house, I began to wonder. When did it all stop? When did the adventures stop? When did the exciting late nights and early mornings stop? When did the crazy happenings stop?

I remember vividly going on adventures as a child, and even into college but at some point along the way it all just sort of stopped. I used to play in the creek, ride my bike everywhere, ride the go-kart, jump ditches, walk across the field to a friends house, go swimming in the pond, make adventure trips to Narnia, and so many other things.

Tonight we climbed on top of the roof, which was a hilarious feat, and we simply sat looking at the stars. We grabbed every blanket we could, put on our footie jammy’s and went on an adventure. It may not have been an adventure of epic proportions, but it was still an adventure none the less.

I miss those adventures. I miss doing random spontaneous things, and not worrying about tomorrow’s big test or tomorrow’s early morning wake up call. I want more adventures in my life, and I don’t want to lose that sense of child-like faith.

If you haven’t gone on an adventure this week, I strongly recommend it. And please, share with me so I can also live vicariously through you!

In His Love,
Buffy