“Sometimes the devil allows people to live a life free of trouble because he doesn’t want them turning to God. Sin is like a jail cell except it’s so nice and comfy that there doesn’t seem to be any need to leave. The door is wide open till one day time runs out and the cell door slams shut and suddenly it’s too late.”—~ God’s NOT Dead
Give lots of compliments, even if you’re shy. Everyone else is too.
Change. Get a haircut, try new perfume, get new sheets. Become better than you were before.
Eat healthier. Learn to cook something fancy.
Get up earlier and watch the sun come up.
Wear soft clothes, take a bath, drink something warm.
Meet someone new, even just a friend.
Become closer with your friends and your family. Call your mother. Cry with your best friend. Tell everyone how much you appreciate them.
Keep your room clean. Buy some candles. Let the natural light in.
Make a list of reasons why you’ll be better off without them. Believe they are true, because they are.
Listen to new music.
Write everything you’re thinking and feeling. Write letters. Write happy letters, sad letters, and angry letters, even if you’re never going to send them.
It’s okay to be sad, but not forever. Sadness is not as beautiful as music makes it seem. Lack of sleep makes your eyes droopy, not deep. Wake up every morning and tell yourself you’re going to have a good day.
Go to the library. Don’t forget to look in the music section.
Remove them from your life. Get rid of the things they gave you if they make you sad. They’re not worth it. You will never be happy if you continue to hold on to the things that make you sad.
Make new memories.
Try to find something to appreciate in everything you do or experience.
Being alone is okay, you don’t have to surround yourself with people.
Become your own best friend. Buy yourself coffee and drink it alone in a cafe. Take your time.
Learn to love every bit of yourself.
”—How to feel better and become better by me (via bl-ossomed)
You are not a God created by human hands You are not a God dependent any mortal man You are not a God in need of anything we can give by your plan thats just the way it is
ou are God alone through the good times and bad You are on your throne and right now through the good times and bad You are on your throne you are God alone. unchangeable, unshakeable,unstoppable; thats who You are
so fucking wounded.
The only person
that can pick you up,
push back your shoulders,
wipe the tears,
mend the broken bones
and get you out of your slump
Now go and live,
there is so much to be
happy about.”—"Things I tell myself when I feel as though the world is too big for me" - e.m.f.p (via cudah)
If there are words for Him, then I do not have them. You see my brain has not yet reached the point where it could form a thought that could adequately describe the greatness of my God. And my lungs have not yet developed the ability to release a breathe with enough to agility to breathe out the greatness of His love. And my voice, you see my voice is so inhibited restrained by human limits that it’s hard to even send up praises.
You see if there are words for Him, I do not have them. My God, His grace is remarkable, mercies are innumerable, strength is impenetrable. He is honorable, accountable, favorable. He’s unsearchable yet knowable; indefinable yet approachable; indescribable yet personal. He is beyond comprehension, further than imagination, constant through generations, King of every nation.
But if there are words for Him, then I do not have them. You see my words are few in trying to capture the one true God. Using my vocabulary would never do; but I use words as an expression, an expression of worship to a Savior, a Savior who is both worthy and deserving of my praise. So I use words. My heart extols the Lord. Blesses His name forever. He has won my heart, captured my mind, and has bond them both together. He is defeated me in my rebellion, conquered me in my sin. He has welcomed me into His presence and completely invited me in. He has made Himself the object of my sight, flooding me with mercies in the morning, drowning me with grace in the night.
But if there are words for Him, then I do not have them. But what I do have is good news. For my God knew that manmade words would never do. Words are just tools that we use to point to the truth, so He sent His son Jesus Christ as The Word, living proof. He is the image of the invisible God, the first born of all creation. For by Him all things were created, giving nothingness formation. And by His words He sustains in the power of His name, for He is before all things and over all things He reigns. Holy is His name so praise Him for His life, for the way he persevered in strife. The humble son of God becoming the perfect sacrifice, praise Him for His death; that He willingly stood in our place, that He lovingly endured the grave, that He battled our enemy and on the third day rose in Victory. He is everything that was promised, praise Him as the risen King, lift your voice and sing for one day He will return for us and we will finally be united with our Savior for eternity.
So it’s not just words that I proclaim, for my words point to The Word and The Word has a name, Hope has a name, Joy has a name, Peace has a name, Love has a name, and that name is Jesus Christ. Praise His name FOREVER!
“Have you realized that most of your unhappiness in life is due to the fact that you are listening to yourself instead of talking to yourself? Take those thoughts that come to you the moment you wake up in the morning. You have not originated them, but they start talking to you, they bring back the problems of yesterday, etc. Somebody is talking…yourself is talking to you!”—~ Martyn Lloyd-Jones
“I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.”—note to self
“SAVING FAITH: I have learned that it is possible to go on holding a grudge if your faith simply means you have looked back to the cross and concluded that you are off the hook. I have been forced to go deeper into what true faith is. It is being satisfied with all that God is for us in Jesus. It looks back no merely to discover that it is off the hook, but to see and savor the kind of God who offers us a future of endless reconciled tomorrows in fellowship with him.”—~ John Piper
“Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognise it as such.”—Henry Miller (via kari-shma)
Against all logic, it was Barabbas who was released at the time of the Passover, not Jesus. Barabbas was a criminal, he took part in a rebellion, he was a murderer. Jesus on the other hand, what did He do? He healed the sick, raised the dead to life, performed miracles; why was it Him that had to die in place of Barabbas?
Nowhere in the Bible does it say that Barabbas was saved by this incident. For all we know he could’ve gone out to commit even more crimes than before. We don’t know if he eventually came to know Christ, we can only assume he hasn’t. Point is we don’t know what happened. But we do know that what Jesus did for him was probably left unappreciated. Most of the time we don’t appreciate nor understand what Jesus has done for us at the cross. What does Jesus’ sacrifice truly mean? What was the significance of Jesus being traded in exchange for Barabbas?
This exchange happened, and was allowed to happen, because God had to treat Jesus Christ as Barabbas so that He can treat Barabbas as Jesus Christ.
Let me say that again. God had to treat Jesus Christ as Barabbas so that He can treat Barabbas as Jesus Christ. God had to treat Jesus Christ as US so that He can treat US as Jesus Christ.
God is just. God is fair. Yes He is almighty and powerful and can do absolutely anything. including making exceptions to His own laws, but He doesn’t. God can just as easily let Jesus off the hook because Jesus is His Son. But He doesn’t. He loves us too much to lead us astray; He doesn’t want to set an example that breaking the law is permissible because it’s not.
The law of equivalent exchange: to remove the sin from each our lives, Jesus had to bear everyone’s sins. Bearing the retribution for our sins would be excruciating enough, imagine Jesus bearing the sins of 6 billion+ people. No such words exist to describe how difficult and painful it must have been for him. But He did it anyway. He did it for us. He did it because He loves us all.
“But God demonstrates His own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us" ~ Romans 5:8
it probably seems like i cry over stupid shit but tbh i usually end up crying because i’ve stored up all of my upset feelings from multiple things rather than express them and then the littlest thing sets me off like spilling my drink may not be that big of a deal but when i’ve stored up that many negative emotions it feels like i busted a hole in the hoover dam
“Not being able to fully understand God is frustrating, but it is ridiculous for us to think we have the right to limit God to something we are capable of comprehending.”—Crazy Love, Francis Chan (via littlethingsaboutgod)
“I often ask my 3 year old to help me cook. I don’t do it because I need his assistance. In fact, it would be easier and more efficient if I took care of it myself. But I invite him to help because I love him. It’s the same interaction between God and us. He calls us into His redemptive work not because He is lost without us, but because He loves us and is offering us a role in the story. That is the otherness we dream of. It’s oxygen on a fire that would otherwise burn out.”—Relevant Magazine, “When Life Feels Terribly Ordinary”
at 6am when you’re waking to go to work, to school, or whatever road life takes you on, and when you didn’t sleep well, your hair is a mess, and your eyes are sleepy.
at 8am when we say goodbye for the day and you’re rushing out the door with a cup of tea and your car keys in the other hand.
at 5pm when you’re exhausted from the day and people have worn you out and you feel like crying, and falling asleep and escaping from everything. I will kiss your forehead, and wrap myself in your arms.
at 10pm when you’re heading to bed, even though you won’t sleep for hours. Especially when we become a human knot wrapped up in sheets and kisses.
at 3am when loneliness and sadness do not destroy you, but consume you and when you weep without an explanation, I’ll kiss your lips softly and tell you you’re the absolute best and that things will be better soon
I will love you when you grow old, and I will love you after that. I will love you if I’m no longer here. I will love you, I will love you, and I will love you.
“Worrying is carrying tomorrow’s load with today’s strength- carrying two days at once. It is moving into tomorrow ahead of time. Worrying doesn’t empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.”—~ Corrie ten Boom