#john

Together we are better ↗

— John Paul Warren

#christian-qoutes #john-paul #john-paul-warren #john-warren #leadership

A true dreamer is one who knows how to navigate in the dark”. ↗

— John Paul Warren

#church #conferences #john-paul #john-paul-warren #leaders

Stop counting your "years" and start enjoying your "seasons". ↗

— John Paul Warren

#john-paul #johnpaulwarren #leadership #pastor #pastor-john-paul-warren

She wanted to say something smart and kind, put together some combination of words to reach him where he'd reached her with his. But the thing was, there was more courage in these revelations of his than she had ever shown anyone, and in a world that was full of taking and cruelty, he was fucking breaking her heart with what he was giving her. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#jr-ward #lover-mine #xhex #courage

Sometimes it's good to do something that you've never done before, so yesterday, I went out to buy Elton John's new album. ↗

— Arthur Smith

#before #buy #done #elton #good

[on John Cowper Powys]...there is an indistinct photograph of the great man himself, gazing into the misty cleft of a mountain range, wearing what could be an old rug, or an old cardigan. He looks like a cross between an aged werewolf and a puzzled child. ↗

— Margaret Drabble

#age

With a sudden flash of anger, she blurted, "Lash wasn't impotent, all right? He wasn't ... impotent-" The temperature in the room plummeted so fast and so far, her breath came out in clouds. And what she saw in the mirror made her swing around and take a step back from John: His blue eyes glowed with an unholy light and his upper lip curled up to reveal fangs that were sharp and so long they looked like daggers. Objects all around the room began to vibrate: the lamps on the bed stands, the clothes on their hangers, the mirror on the wall. The collective rattling crescendoed to a dull roar and she had to steady herself on the bureau or run the risk of being knocked on her ass. The air was alive. Supercharged. Electric. Dangerous. And John was the center of the raging energy, his hands cranking into fists so tight his forearms trembled, his thighs grabbing onto his bones as he sank down into fighting stance. John's mouth stretched wide as his head shot forward on his spine... and he let out a war cry- Sound exploded all around her, so loud she had to cover her ears, so powerful she felt the blast against her face. For a moment, she thought he'd found his voice- except it wasn't vocal cords making that bellowing noise. The glass in the sliders blew out behind him, the sheets shattering into thousands of shards that blasted free of the house, the fragments bouncing on the slate and catching the light like raindrops... Or like tears. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#xhex #anger

When you SEE into the invisible, you will DARE to do the impossible! ↗

— John Paul Warren

#courage #faith #john-paul #john-paul-warren #motivation

Heade’s calm is unsteady, storm-stirred; we respond in our era to its hint of the nervous and the fearful. His weather is interior weather, in a sense, and he perhaps was, if far from the first to portray a modern mood, an ambivalent mood tinged with dread and yet imbued with a certain lightness.The mood could even be said to be religious: not an aggressive preachment of God’s grandeur but a kind of Zen poise and acceptance, represented by the small sedentary or plodding foreground figures that appear uncannily at peace as the clouds blacken and the lightning flashes. ↗

— John Updike

#art #martin-johnson-heade #art

Jesus said when you pray say "Our Father which art in heaven." He did not say "Our Judge which art in heaven". #grace #gospel ↗

— John Paul Warren

#grace #john-paul-warren #pastor-john-paul-warren #art