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girl help I'm being faced with the overwhelming depth of my own sin

actually God is very good and I will die on this hill

why do we romanticize everything except healthy marriage

me @ all of my mutuals

she's a 10 but she secretly wants repentance and redemption arcs for all the villains

I was way too old when I learned that "avoid every appearance of evil" (1st Thessalonians 5:22) should be understood as "avoid evil in every form that it appears" and not as "take pains to be socially acceptable in case people slander you"

God is the full embodiment of love and compassion, beyond our comprehension. You are safe in Him.

reblog if ur mom is smart and beautiful

I love it when the bible says “but God”

The tomb of a pastor's wife and stillborn child in a church in Hindelbank, Switzerland, 1751, depicting their resurrection.

life would be sooo good without my curse

“I can’t believe in a God who would —“ Good thing reality does not depend on your belief! 👍

I think a lot about how, if the glorious violent revolution happens, every kid with significant medical needs in a hospital where power gets cut will die.

You can decide you're willing to sacrifice your own life, but you don't get to tell everybody else on the planet that they're acceptable collateral damage.

I love soulmates but also this-

thinking about when my friend found a liturgical book from the 70s with truly some of the most insane prayers I have ever heard

TED LASSO 1.02 Biscuits

pray for those who hate you

pray for those who mock you

pray for those who curse you

pray for those who belittle you

pray for those who laugh at you

pray for those who persecute you

pray for those who can't stand you

pray for those who would never pray for you.

i'll never be fully offline because online is where the awesome women thinkers from around the world congregate to share little details about their days and what they're interested in

In 1970, my mother's family adopted an intellectually disabled man named Horace. Horace was 56, and had been in an institution since 1921.

My uncle, who was 19, was working as an orderly at the institution where Horace lived. He only stayed a few months as the abuse he witnessed was too much for him. He had become friends with Horace and told him "I'll come back for you."

Horace replied "They all say that."

By that Christmas, Horace lived with my uncle and his family. My grandparents did the official adoption. Horace had never seen a Christmas tree, and that was his first real Christmas.

Horace died in 2010, at the age of 96. He laid down for a nap and just slipped away.

At least two generations of children grew up with him. He felt immortal to us. He loved Hot Wheels, pizza, cartoons and to talk to the portrait of my grandparents as he sat in his rocking chair.

He knew everyone's birthday. He loved unconditionally.

He had scars on his back from the institutions. If you asked him about that place, his face would screw up and he'd say "oh, it was a bad place. Bad place."

And for 40 years, he was safe, loved, and happy. He loved us in return.

No point to sharing this. But I still miss his laugh as he held a conversation with a portrait, whispering about his day to the people who had helped rescue him.

lovers who find each other in every timeline but it’s Christ you finds you and calls you back every time you stray

Simone Weil, Waiting for God