I need to process.
You simply can…
You simply cannot look at the cross and see the suffering of Jesus on behalf of rebellious sinners like you and me without also accepting that God sometimes ordains pain. This is not to say that suffering is never the result of something you or I have…
Follow me?
What scares me more than failing
is succeeding at what He didn’t have planned for me.
When nothing is owed deserved or expected,
and your life doesn’t change by the man that’s elected. You’re loved by someone you’re never rejected. Decide what to be and go be it.
Being part of a church at some point in your life, what is something you wish they would have talked about more/addressed better?
We made my sister
wear a t-shirt that said ‘Life’ and hand out lemons. When one of the guys accepted it, Dad walked up to him and said “Life just gave you a lemon, what are you going to do with it?” The guy got all intense and in his face and replied “I’m gonna eat it. I’m gonna eat the effin lemon.” He proceeded to bite a chunk out of it like an apple. The juice fell all over the floor, he chucked the lemon into a trash can, and finished off his bite like a champ.
We also spent the day wandering around looking for Matthew. We found two of them and as part of the scavenger hunt had to sing Happy Birthday to an innocent bystander. When we found the second Matthew, and with cupcake in hand, we sang to him, and give him the dessert. He replied with “My birthday is next month.” in the middle of our singing, and when we were finished he said “This is the nicest day” and smiled. (bottom left)
I lost one.
Sorry guys. Anon asked me what I’d say, and that’s the truth.
Anonymous asked: What would you say to someone who struggles with self harm?
That I am here as an ear for someone who believes they are alone. I won’t judge, because I know the chaos that can flood your head, and I know all I ever wanted was for someone to hear me and someone to want me. I’ll listen. You are always loved and needed and enough. Even if it does not seem that way all the time. You matter. Your life was meant for a specific purpose and you deserve more than you think. Jesus died on the cross because he wanted you. Not to fulfill some old testament prophecy. He died and rose again so that you can live. He loves you. You don’t have to live in the pain of your scars and in the sea of all the horrible things you’ve lived through or in the wounds people have left for you. There is hope and there is victory and there is grace that sustains. Grace that can make all those holes in your life whole. There is peace that can silence the chaos no one knows you live through. He knows you. He knows where you’ve been and what’s been done. There is a love greater than that. It saved me, and I can honestly say that I am healed. I don’t look in the mirror and despise the person that I am. I don’t wake up in the morning dreading life. I can cry now, because I’m not numb anymore, and its the best place I’ve ever been in in my life. I can’t say its the easiest path, life happens, and sometimes I would rather not fight, but I am not alone, and I have someone to fight for me. I am loved and I know that I can make it because I can lean on the strength of a God who is bigger than anything I might face. So, if you’re struggling with self harm, you are loved, you are needed, you have purpose, and He is bigger than your current circumstance. You are not worthless. You are beautiful. You are wanted. You are enough. You’re gonna make it. I believe in you. You can lean on me as I lean on my God, for when you are weak, we are strong.
Anonymous asked: Have you ever struggled with self harm? If so, why?
Yep. But not exactly physically. I would either go days and weeks without sleep for months or I’d sleep to an excessive amount and not eat. Eventually I just couldn’t not cope without sleeping. I lost 20 lbs in a month once. And I did because I hated myself, and I didn’t think I mattered. I thought there was no point in my existence because I didn’t make a difference in anyone’s life. I felt like I was just taking up space, and that no one wanted me. But I now know that I am needed, and loved, and wanted, and my life matters.
if you don’t get this, we are not from the same generation…
can someone please write a fanfic of their future pls? :)
IM CRYING OMG
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I’m adopted.
By a heavenly father, by a step father, and by a leader who’s taken on the responsibility of being one of my daddies. I am so blessed. The strength of these men and the love of a heavenly father have allowed me to forgive my father and have given me the courage to invite him to one of the most important weekends of my life. I will be preaching (I’m a super amateur) for the first time, and he’ll get to see it and he will also meet the dad who is currently challenging me more than anyone has my whole life. I swear all three of these men will walk me down the aisle one day. One for bringing me into this world, the other for raising me and teaching me to be tough and to always give my all and never let anyone tell me I can’t do something, and the third for teaching me what love looks like, what trusting God looks like and how big my God is. Every day I thank God for these mighty men. They have changed and shaped my world, and for that, well, I don’t really think I have words for that…
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Artist Bryan Patrick Todd created this piece of art for a home that serves abandoned, neglected, and abused boys and girls. We hope this reminds you, no matter where you’ve been or what you’ve done, you matter.
