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God chose to deliberately venture into and intentionally occupy depths far below and infinitely beyond that which any human has ever descended, and then to raise Himself back up to glory from those horridly dark places. And I pray that we never miss the fact that Christmas is God__ invitation for us to join Him in the rising.

It__ not that I__e been invited to the hole I__ standing in. It__ that I accepted the invitation.

I don__ necessarily sit around inviting life to knock me down, but when it does I don__ wait around for an invitation to stand back up either.

God invites us to start and continue each day with Him. I have found it wise to accept His request.

If you wouldn't invite a thief in your house why would you allow a liar in. the only difference between the two is the thief steals your money and objects the liar steals with words by deceit of manipulation by Bonnie Zackson Koury

Leave old pains alone. When they cease coming to call, do not invite them back.

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

People having a victim complex invite someone to tease them into their lives though they could have mutually beneficial relationships

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

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

I wanted him to meet Ainsley. She was super important to me. I made my decision. __...I would like that.__ider__ reaction was immediate. He smiled and the dimple appeared. My breath caught. I__ actually invited Rider along to meet Ainsley. I wanted that. Really wanted that, but I had no idea what to do with that.Regardless, excitement hummed through me. Hanging out with Rider and Ainsley was normal. Something a million people probably did every day, because they were actually living life, but it was a first for me__ huge first. It was my best friend and it was the guy...the guy who__ been my best friend and who now, despite everything, felt like something deeper, richer and more intricate, hanging out together.It felt important.

It is proper netiquette to invite new friends in real life to connect with you on the internet. NetworkEtiquette.net

Come on in. The water__ fine.

Rylan!" Melanie squeals, high-pitched enough to break glass. "I'm, like, so sorry I haven't talked to you all night. Being a hostess is hard work." She dramatically wipes imaginary sweat off her forehead. "Anyway, I finally have some free time. So why don't we go dance, hmm?"Gripping my waist a little too tightly for my taste, she tries to pull me back to the house. I stand strong., jerking Melanie back when I don't

The wisdom to be on the throne of one__ life must surpass the wisdom of the one being ruled, otherwise I will squander the whole of my life in the most appalling ways. By virtue of that reality, I would be wise to get out of the chair and invite God to have a seat.

For the purpose of pursuit not to be stated is to invite threatening danger

So there__ this annual dance in a couple of weeks.___he Winter Ball,_ I interrupt. __here have been signs up everywhere.___ou want to go?__ think about it for a half second. __ill you dress up?__e nods.I move forward so my hands are flat on the towel and my face is much closer to his face. Something inside my chest warms up like a nice kind of heartburn and I say, __nd will we slow dance?__e nods again. His bottom lip turns in toward his mouth for a second, just disappears and then comes back.Stretching out my spine so my lips are nearly touching his I say, __nd will you press yourself against me and we__l move really close together and then your hand will stretch out across the back of my head and your fingers will wrap into my hair and then . . .__e doesn__ nod. He just tilts his head down, moves his fingers into my hair, and his lips touch mine in a forever kiss. His lips are soft and hard all at once. His breath mixes with my breath. Everything inside of me whooshes out.

My life is a series of invitations accepted and invitations rejected, and the place I now find myself is often a result of accepting the wrong invitations and rejecting the right ones.