T.B. LaBerge

The man defines the beard

I’m angry, I’m angry at the boy who said he would love you till the day he died, but I guess he died when he left you. I’m angry at the boy who made you think your innocence could so easily be taken, when it was never his to take. I’m angry that he made you vulnerable, and now you regret ever being so open. I’m angry, because he was a lesson you never signed up for, and we were never meant to learn from the class of heartbreak. I’m angry, and I can’t do anything about it, but say that you’re worth more than what he gave or took, you’re worth more than late nights full of tears and early mornings filled with silence.

You are the warmth in a hug, and the beauty in a sunrise; and I’m sorry that he made you feel like the cold in an empty room and the smoke of a blown out candle. I can only hope that you’ll love yourself again, because a star may feel alone and unwanted, but the world lays in wonder of the beauty that star gives. Your soul is endless, it would be a shame to think anyone could steal that truth.

—T.B. LaBerge // I’m Angry

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In our weakness our souls just go “Lord, I need more of You.” and God responds by saying “I know.” This is when we are brought back to that place where we were first set ablaze. He brings us back, because sometimes we go too far, and we need to be reminded that God goes at His own pace. We need only to return to Him when our souls are weary, spending time with God in quiet solitude brings back the love we need so desperately. We must never forget our true hope in times of hardship, how we don’t have to look forward but to Christ, He is present when we are often absent. Wake up, beloved, and know that God is quick to restore the weak in spirit, because He longs to see His children provided for and nourished. He lets no one go unrestored, when we are eager to be restored; no matter how you feel, He has chosen you, and those He chooses will be blessed even in weakness.

—T.B. LaBerge // Go Now

Your Prayers Would Be Awesome.

jspark3000:

Hello fellow travelers!  

I want to first say a huge THANK YOU to every single encouragement and kind word about my recently released e-book. :)  It’s been less than a week but it’s been a huge blessing to hear back how it’s been helpful in our faith-journey.  All the credit to God on that, for real.  If you’ve been blessed by the book, please consider writing an honest review on Amazon as well!  The reviews really help out to share the message. 

I also want to be truthful for a moment, if that’s okay with you.  All this week, for no particular reason, I’ve been feeling a spiritual slump, sort of dragged out and knocked down.  I know there are worse things happening in the world.  I know I’m supposed to be the super-inspirational blogger.  But really, I’ve just been dealing with this splinter of discouragement and self-doubt, a constant inner-loop of self-condemnation.   I don’t say this to elicit false pity or to sound “relatable.”  Maybe this is too candid for a pastor or a fellow Christian, but I want to be honest.  It feels like a fog has enclosed and sealed.

I’m reminded of 1 Kings 18, when Elijah had a huge victory against nearly a thousand false prophets on Mount Carmel.  God had rained down fire from heaven.  Elijah was The Man on that mountain. Then in the next chapter, Elijah is in the desert under a broom tree saying, “I’ve had enough, Lord. Take my life.”  I don’t mean to sound hyper-spiritual here.  I don’t mean to say I’m Elijah somehow.  But I know how he feels.  After great victory, sometimes we get into the valley.  After elation, occasionally comes deflation and defeat.

What will shake this?  What will snap me out of it?

Because I know all the right truths, the perfect combination of words, the one-liner that will gently set you down on a cloud.  I know how to “rebuke the devil” and “claim the promises” and “preach to myself.”  I know exactly which verses to use, which sermons to hear, which songs to sing.  I wish I could tell you it’s this simple.  But even knowing all the “right advice” doesn’t make it right.  All the sermons and slogans in the world couldn’t be a quick-fix when I’m in a fix.

I suppose, as they say, it’s a process.  And I suppose I’m humbly asking for your prayers.  I’m sorry this will bother some of us, because Christians (especially pastors) are expected to maintain a level of public strength.  Yet here in this gray space, I can tell you that I still hold on to the one true strength, the only one who is strong.  With a tiny shred of faith, I believe He is still good, no matter what’s happening inside and outside of me.  I believe that, friends.  

If I may so graciously and shamelessly quote myself from the book:

"Living our faith in the middle of the fire can feel crazy sometimes, and we wonder how Jesus makes sense in the mess.
But my dear friend, he does.
In the crooked question mark of my heart, He was the only one there.”

Love y’all.

— J.S.

I am still getting out of this feeling, and sometimes we need to just be. It’s exhausting and tough, but when we have been cleaning the whole house, sometimes Jesus tells us to sit at His feet and listen. You have been doing so much ministry that Christ just wants you to sit and listen, resting in the reality of who He is. When we are sick, we don’t have the strength to do anything but rest, so rest, and rest, until the weariness and apathy is gone, until you feel the joy of the Lord. It all starts with saying “Lord, lead me to Your perfect rest.” and He will, brother, He will.

Love you always,

-Todd

I can’t sing you any song, or paint you a pretty picture. I can’t climb a mountain, or grab the moon, but I can say the things that have been locked inside my heart; and I want to say all these unwritten words that I have kept secret, to you. Your eyes remind me of all the summers that broke my heart, and your smile sings a million untold songs to my soul. Your happiness makes me happy, and your sadness makes me sad; you are the dearest stranger I have ever met, and I am in desperate need to know you, to touch you, and to love you. What can I do, that will make you feel the same? I wish I was brave enough to say hi, to journey those miles to you, but I am not; and I fear I never will be. Maybe, just maybe, this love I have will make me brave, and we’ll have a journey of our own, to the ends of the earth and back.

—T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You

I can’t send anyone an “If we were dating” questions, because I want to legit date all of you, even the guys. Because you are all wonderful!

possibilityisinherhands asked: hi i christian girl plz notice me *pushes up glasses* *awkward smile*

Girl, you so fine…



You should be mine.

Anonymous asked: How does one go about becoming your friend? I know you get a sea of asks and stuff and every Christian girl is probably dying for you to notice them but I'm just wondering how do I even get into the friend zone?

I don’t even know how to make friends, but if you let me buy you a movie ticket and laugh at my jokes, I’ll probably be your friend for life. I also will share a mug of tea, and eat some food. Food is always a good way to my heart, in fact, if we just road tripped and had awesome food, I’d be happy forever!

I don’t know who these Christian girls are, but I’m like a groundhog in winter, it’s hard to find me anywhere other than where I live.

Good luck finding me.

I’m angry, I’m angry at the boy who said he would love you till the day he died, but I guess he died when he left you. I’m angry at the boy who made you think your innocence could so easily be taken, when it was never his to take. I’m angry that he made you vulnerable, and now you regret ever being so open. I’m angry, because he was a lesson you never signed up for, and we were never meant to learn from the class of heartbreak. I’m angry, and I can’t do anything about it, but say that you’re worth more than what he gave or took, you’re worth more than late nights full of tears and early mornings filled with silence.

You are the warmth in a hug, and the beauty in a sunrise; and I’m sorry that he made you feel like the cold in an empty room and the smoke of a blown out candle. I can only hope that you’ll love yourself again, because a star may feel alone and unwanted, but the world lays in wonder of the beauty that star gives. Your soul is endless, it would be a shame to think anyone could steal that truth.

—T.B. LaBerge // I’m Angry