#wood

It never ceases to amaze me when God wants to take someone to the next level in their life and they let fear of the unknown rob them of tremendous blessings. I think there are two common problems with Christians- They are scared to death of being truly free and of God's overwhelming love. ↗

— R. Alan Woods

#fear-of-living #fear-of-unknown #r-alan-woods #death

In my opinion, anyone who says they have no anxiety at all over experiencing their own physical death is not in touch with their humanity". ~R. Alan Woods [2012] ↗

— R. Alan Woods

#death-and-dying #fear-of-death #fear-unknown #r-alan-woods #death

There are things far worse than death, for when it comes to us it is final. What lies beyond it is a matter of faith in what we had hope for. ↗

— R. Alan Woods

#death-and-dying #death-of-a-loved-one #r-alan-woods #death

God is great, God is faithful". ~R. Alan Woods [2103] ↗

— R. Alan Woods

#god #greatness #r-alan-woods #faith

For brick and mortar breed filth and crime, With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats; And men are whithered before their prime By the curse paved in with the lanes and streets. And lungs are poisoned and shoulders bowed, In the smothering reek of mill and mine; And death stalks in on the struggling crowd— But he shuns the shadow of the oak and pine ↗

— George W. Sears Nessmuk

#city #outdoors #urban #wilderness #woodcraft

Black Creek Burning: “It was a polite, white lie,” Brie whispered. “I’ll have to remember you think that way,” Nathan said. ↗

— R.T. Wolfe

#black-creek-burning #gardening #murder #romantic-suspense #sweet

In the middle of the cemetery is a grassy plane, strangely vacant. There are no granite tombs or crumbling concrete, just a sun-washed treeless patch of green known as "No Man's Land." Here 1,500 unidentified bodies are buried. At one time, their skin burned with yellow fever; now they lie in a cool, dark place where long ago their arms and legs, hands and feet, were intertwined for eternity. ↗

— Molly Caldwell Crosby

#elmwood #graveyard #graveyards #medicine #yellow

Simon had never noticed before, but she wore a silver ring on her right hand, with a partner of flames around the band of it, and a carved L in the center. It reminded him of the ring Clary wore around her neck, with its design of stars. "It's the Lightwood family ring," she said, noticing where his gaze was fixed. "Every family has an emblem. Ours is fire. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#lightwood #simon-lewis #design

Selective literalism' is another attempt in a very long line of techniques designed and intended to shape God into our own image". ~R. Alan Woods [2012] ↗

— R. Alan Woods

#literalism #r-alan-woods #selective-literalism #design

You're Dionysus," I said. "The god of wine." Mr. D rolled his eyes. "What do they say these days, Grover? Do the children say 'Well duh!'?" Y-yes, Mr. D." Then, well, duh! Percy Jackson. Did you think I was Aphrodite, perhaps?" You're a god." Yes, child." A god. You. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#grover-underwood #percy-jackson #children