// God sends comfort to the afflicted, not the ones playing party games on a Friday night.

// This week I told myself I needed to stop reading blogs that made me feel bad about myself, my life, the way I eat, where I live, how I live, my hair, my face, my clothes… Any blog that’s not feeding me truths or leaving me more thoughtful and encouraged than before I read it needs to go. A stronger person could probably stand up to all these depictions of perfection, but I can’t. Right after I decided that, I saw this. Man, Teddy Roosevelt! He knew what was up.

// I am so close to the end of Kristin Lavransdatter, I can taste the celebratory lefse. My opinion of the title character has gone up and down throughout the series, but this morning I read this paragraph and the impact of the entire 1,050 page story came into focus:

She had not come to God with her [bridal] garland, nor with her sins and her sorrows–not so long as the world still held a drop of sweetness to mix in her cup. But she came now, now she had learned that the world is like a tavern–where he who has naught more to spend from is cast out at the door.

Ah! That paragraph is exactly why I love reading so much. Novels are one of the most clear ways of sharing Truth.

// And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I have something in common with Kristen Bell. Not her love of sloths (which is hilarious), but this: “If I’m not between a 3 and a 7 on the emotional scale, I’m crying.” GIRL. Me too.