invitation

If you submit to your gift, people will seek and invite you, you will get well paid because you have perfected your gift

God invites. We decline. And because of that single foolhardy decision we spend the rest of our lives __eclining_.

Drama don't arrive by surprise; it is summoned, undisguised.

An invitation of a beautiful street is an invitation to walk within a dream!

Loss is an invitation to a journey of unparalleled growth, yet we seldom RSVP the invitation.

The children are intrigued by these invitation, and it's only a matter of minutes before they find themselves engaged in a new world of possibilities.

It__ not about inviting great things into our lives. Rather, it__ about accepting the invitation of great things to step out of our lives.

An invitation to a wedding invokes more trouble than a summons to a police court.

Beauty has been democratised. No longer the preserve of movie stars and models but available to all. But while the invitation to beauty is welcomed, it has become not so much an option as an imperative.

A creative invitation is a combination of materials and context that intrigue children with a suggestion of play.

There is only one invitation it would kill me to refuse, yet I'm tempted to turn it down all the time. I get the invitation every morning when I wake up to actually live a life of complete engagement, a life of whimsy, a life where love does. It doesn't come in an envelope. It's ushered in by a sunrise, the sound of a bird, or the smell of coffee drifting lazily from the kitchen. It's the invitation to actually live, to fully participate in this amazing life for one more day. Nobody turns down an invitation to the White House, but I've seen plenty of people turn down an invitation to fully live.Turning down this invitation comes in lots of flavors. It looks like numbing yourself or distracting yourself or seeing something really beautiful as normal. It can also look like refusing to forgive or not being grateful or getting wrapped around the axle with fear or envy. I think every day God sends us an invitation to live and sometimes we forget to show up or get head-faked into thinking we haven't really been invited. But you see, we have been invited -- every day, all over again

I hate these affairs", he'd told her once, tearing up an engraved invitation to an exclusive charity ball. "They're the worst kind of discrimination. An invitation doesn't really mean that you're invited; it means that a whole lot of people aren't

I invited him over and he stayed forever. I feed him all my bread, the old peppers turned to mush & fluorescent mold, the chicken thighs unthawed & boneless. He ask for more so I give him my left leg. He ask for more & I give him my lungs & lips. More still, and there goes my bladder. He eats it all, all of me, eats the whole damn house, & I live forever in him or maybe it's the other way around. I swallowed. I swallowed him whole & didn't even notice him thrashing inside me.

The invitation only world is a manifestation of self-realization.

To get, simply release, and then gently invite.

Come on in. The water__ fine.

To destroy that which seeks to destroy me, God invites me to stand against it until it stands down and then falls down.

With God, the impossible is not an obstacle but an invitation.