Stop allowing the devil to beat you up over your past. If you have repented then it is under the blood of Jesus....leave it there. The devil wants you to live with guilt and shame but the blood of Jesus covers your guilt and shame so walk in the peace of knowing you really are forgiven and free.

I often think about how Jesus knew he was going to die. We often say how you never know what will be your last morning, your last night of sleep, your last moment of peace. Except Jesus did know, He knew it intimately. He knew His last time eating with those He loved, His last time to hug His mother, His last prayer. How precious were these moments for Him? The last time He had physically been with His creation had been in Eden. Now, wrapped in flesh, He had to give it up again all for the hope that He could again be with us, this time forever. The love of God physically hurts me sometimes. I feel how He misses me, and I dearly miss Him.

AMENNNN!!!

Hey I realized why I’m depressed. I’m mourning my sister like she fucking died. She’s not dead, she just ran away from home and cut off contact with her entire family, church, and old friends.

We know where she is, and who she’s with more or less. She just won’t come home or talk to us. My parents are doing everything they’re supposed to be doing, talking to social workers and such. I’m leaving that in their hands. In the meantime I miss her so much it feels like I’m bleeding.

I’ve never been so grateful for my church family. They’ve absolutely bathed us in love and support and prayer through this whole ordeal. And I’m also glad that I’ve never felt like God’s been too far away. On the worst days, He’s shown up to bless me with little joys. The past two weeks I’ve come to know what it means to have peace that passes understanding. So it’s like massive blessing and coming to know God better and feel Him more than I ever have before, mixed with… all this. I guess that’s how it usually works.

Anyway, here’s my vagueblogging about The Horrors and Dread explained a little bit. Yeah I really feel like I’m grieving a dead person, but she’s not dead, she can come back. God can bring her back to us.

What can wash away my sin?

Nothing but the blood of Jesus

The Incarnation is my absolute favorite doctrine. The fact that God himself chose to become one of us. That he lived a human life, felt anxiety and anger and grief. The creator of the universe itself knows our experience firsthand-- both the overwhelming and the mundane. He paid taxes, he wept at the grave of a dear friend, he went to parties, he hung out with his friends, he was afraid before his death. I just feel so much emotion at the thought that God himself has experienced so many of the things we have. He truly understands.

I think we all need to remember that being a Christian is a journey.

The Christian life is a constant process of correction, forgiveness, and always trying to do better than yesterday.

There’s a reason why it’s called “a walk with God”, it’s a journey, a venture down a path not of your choosing, but his.

We don’t instantly get to where we want to go the moment we step outside of the house. A painter doesn’t instantly finish the painting the moment he starts. In between the beginning and the end, there’s always a process of getting to the finish line. 

It’s this process that we, as Christians, are called to be a part of.

So please, try to go easy on yourself.

The artist is not finished with his work yet. You aren’t at your intended destination yet. Sure, you may stumble on the way there, but if you stay down, you won’t ever get to where you planned to go.

Though the righteous man falls seven times, he rises eight.

So get back up, get back in the race, go back to the relationship you cherished with your Savior and creator. As long as you’re still breathing, he’s not done with you yet!

God bless, Jesus loves you ✝️❤️

The New Testament makes a point to show that a woman was trusted with the monumental task of carrying and raising the Son of God, women stuck with Jesus Christ through thick and thin while the men ran away when things got scary, and women were the first few to learn of Christ’s Resurrection, but yeah, Christianity pushes the idea that God hates women and wants us oppressed, because something something female demon who isn’t even in the Bible or any Christian theology at all.

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

everybody's got that one homie posting straight from the valley of the shadow of death

Me: "Is a fish a person, place , or thing?"

My son, who is 6: "If you're Jonah, it's a place"

its christmas eve and look whos on tumblr

all of us

There is no such a thing as a “power” nap. Those little soirées will have you feeling weaker than a sheared Samson.

who has the picture that says something like "the lord has protected me from understanding whatever depravity you meant to imply"