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thinking about the body as a temple and as a constantly-transforming artwork made by god. thinking about the body as something that does not belong to the earth, or your parents, but to god.

do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? you are not your own; you were bought at a price. therefore honor God with your bodies.

corinthians 6:19-20

francis, go and repair my house, which, as you see, is in ruins.

the major legend of saint francis by st. bonaventure

do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.

romans 12:2

if my temple, my body, is in ruins, because of my conforming to the world--my conforming to what others expect from me... then my renewal (my active, compassionate, new understanding of myself and my gender, that brings me closer to god's transformative vision), my act of transitioning, is a holy act.

"I thank my God upon every remembrance of you" has to be one of my favorite verses in the bible. that's love

nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me

terfs fuck off

made in 2023

Ok but like unironically this is so Thérèse of Lisieux coded

Like the concept of being so small that you lack the ability to move and raise yourself up without falling because you lack the ability to balance and regulate yourself on the way, but nevertheless you keep trying, and you keep moving in your own small way, and God loves you nevertheless as he loves and cherishes all creation, and there is always a small way—an elevator, a way to be lifted up to God—a way that does not require you to be bigger or stronger or more righteous bc you don’t need to be. God loves you all the same.

So there are several species of frogs that have evolved to be so small that their vestibular balance system doesn't work well and I'm sorry but it's the funniest thing to watch them try to jump.

All girls these days know how to do is be lesbian, obsess over niche medieval theology, hyperfixate on Mary Mother of God and yearn.