searching

Half of my life passed searching for the evil that makes me to do wrong things, until I found innocent evils trapped in me.

I have found so many angels trapped inside undisputed jargon that I find myself digging at the words, in order to release them, from the books that unfairly captured their soul.

With God, being lost is nothing more than an idea that never has and never will be anything more than an idea.

We__e all blurry-eyed wanderers of time, and the unfortunance of it all is that we__ probably all go on to do great things if only we searched for what corrected and focused our vision instead of relying on our past _ life__ grand kaleidoscope _ to help us find our way forward.

When a person thinks you are too good for them, they create a wall without even taking a chance. The best life that God has in store for a person is often thrown away because of what he or she thinks they deserve. True love is not the life you had, but the life you never realized you could have.

My mother and father were always pushing me away from secondhand answers__ven the answers they themselves believed. I don__ know that I have ever found any satisfactory answers of my own. But every time I ask it, the question is refined. That is the best of what the old heads meant when they spoke of being __olitically conscious___s much a series of actions as a state of being, a constant questioning, questioning as ritual, questioning as exploration rather than the search for certainty.

Was it really some other person I was so anxious to discover...or was it only my own solitude that I could not abide?

For me, writing stories set, well, wherever they're best set, is a form of cultural curiosity that is uniquely Scottish - we're famous for travelling in search of adventure.

The Ache That Would Not LeaveBehind the hum and routine of daily living, there lay a persistent and wild longing for something she could not easily put into words. It felt like impulsive adventures and watching the sun rise over unfamiliar mountains, or coffee in a street café, set to the background music of a foreign language. It was the smell of the ocean, with dizzying seagulls whirling in a cobalt sky; exotic foods and strange faces, in a city where no one knew her name. She wanted secrets whispered at midnight, and road trips without a map, but most of all, she ached for someone who desired to explore the mysteries that lay sleeping within her. The truly heartbreaking part was that she could feel the remaining days of her life falling away, like leaves from an autumn tree, but still this mysterious person who held the key to unlock her secrets did not arrive; they were missing, and she knew not where to find them.

I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there.

I call her Google because she got everything I have been searching for.

I call her Google, Because she got everything I'm searching for

What we__e searching for will determine where we arrive, or if we arrive. And right in the middle of such risky choices, Christmas is God perfectly solving the problem by showing us what to search for and then bringing it to us.

The search for Jesus is about reconciling loss and tragedy to God and us.

i often sit and wonderi often sit and dreami often sit and waitfor the one that__ just for me i search the many facesin the crowds of people i see exploring, seeking,looking for, the one that it could be.is it Mister Blue Collar? is it Mister Too Clean? is it Mister Holy Onewhich was made for me? then i stop and thinkof the biggest catastrophe -what if this man i__ waiting fordoesn__ even recognize me?-LostInACrowd

Wonders amaze me. They can aim wanderlessly in any forest, be it of dark trees or lighted bushes. And apparently, as per what I__e heard, they can buy stuff that__ on sale, but only if and when they feel wonderfully wonderful. Because otherwise they wouldn__ really be themselves, which would be a problem for them, because if they aren__ what they are - they can__ exist, and if they don__ exist _ that makes them invisible and silent to all the wandering people, who may or may not be looking for them to sell themselves to.

In every problem, there's a concealed solution...locking itself underneath...unlock,peruse,find and solve.

People who fit don__ seek. The seekers are those that don__ fit.