#mis

The following ten throws went a variety of places. I never hit the target, but I was getting closer. Isabella was laughing so hard she wrote "Please stop can't breathe" in the dirt with her finger. ↗

— Jim Benton

#funny #laugh #miss #target #throw

The light that shines farthest shines brightest nearest home. ↗

— C.T. Studd

#home

My author role model is Kurata Misako. I want to be rich enough to drive from room to room in my home but also down to earth enough to let squirrels live in my hair. ↗

— Christy Leigh Stewart

#kurata-misako #role-model #role-models #squirrel #home

Southern hospitality and Amish cooking - Ya'll Come Back, Danki. ↗

— Karen Harper

#christian #humor #southern #home

If we have not enough in our religion to share it with all the world, it is doomed here at home. ↗

— David Livingstone

#home

I have but one passion: It is He, it is He alone. The world is the field and the field is the world; and henceforth that country shall be my home where I can be most used in winning souls for Christ. ↗

— Count Nicolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf

#home

Religion has caused more misery to all of mankind in every stage of human history than any other single idea. ↗

— Madalyn Murray O'Hair

#caused #every #history #human #human history

The great Pioneer Missionaries all had 'inverted homesickness' this passion to call that country their home which was most in need of the Gospel. In this passion all other passions died; before this vision all other visions faded; this call drowned all other voices. They were the pioneers of the Kingdom, the forelopers of God, eager to cross the border-marches and discover new lands or win new-empires. ↗

— Samuel Zwemer

#inverted-homesickness #missionary #missions #home

The lessons taught in great books are misleading. The commerce in life is rarely so simple and never so just. ↗

— Anita Brookner

#commerce #great #just #lessons #life

I'm at the window in my get-me-out-of-here clothes listening to a grand piano's sob tasting ripe nectarines from my tree watching a honeyeater suck its shadow from a puddle my cats are at the front gate of the house I used to live in I'm breaking ice with my monochrome pen ↗

— Karen Knight

#home