#miss

Are you Darah, Renee or Taylor? You look like a Taylor to me," he said, looking me up and down. I wasn't at my best, considering I was dressed for moving heavy objects in a blue UMaine t-shirt and black soccer shorts, and I had my light brown hair in a haphazard bun against the back of my neck. His eyes raked up and down twice, and for some reason the way he assessed me made me blush and want to kick him in the balls at the same time. "There must be a mistake," I said. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder. "That's a creative name. What do you shorten it to? Missy? ↗

— Chelsea M. Cameron

#funny #hunter-zaccadelli #missy #my-favorite-mistake #taylor-and-hunter

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

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

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

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

To have God speak to the heart is a majestic experience, an experience that people may miss if they monopolize the conversation and never pause to hear God's responses. ↗

— Charles Stanley

#experience #god #hear #heart #majestic

Every single time you crossed over for me and met me on my side. I realize now, I don't think I ever met you in the middle. And I don't think I ever once said that you for that. ↗

— Cecelia Ahern

#love #missing #friendship

The thing is, that world doesn't exist. All growing up means is that your realize no one will come along to fix things. No one will come along to save you. ↗

— Elizabeth Scott

#hate-you #love #love-you #miss-you #love