hello 911 yes i just saw a man with sleeve tattoos wearing a button down with the sleeves rolled up and i need medical attention
if i have never met you before, it might not be in your best interest to say, “you are toooooo pretty :)” without a name or anything.
honestly men, get it together.
This applies in real life, too. It applies everywhere. How about no catcalls or unsolicited compliments about the way I look from strange men? That would be great.
Volunteering at a soup kitchen is one of the least productive things you can do to change the world. Art can inspire people and motivate them. Food is important, yes, but you aren’t changing that person’s life.
whoever wrote this post has definitely never been hungry
I remember one christmas we were short on money so my brother just drew us some pictures of mashed potato it was poppin!!! We ate the pencils too!!!
This makes me a little frustrated at people. People do things to “save the world” in the hopes that people will see them doing wonderful and fantastic things for other people and they will get boatloads of glory and recognition. But “saving the world” doesn’t usually look like that. “Saving the world” is something we need to do regardless of the accolades. It is something we do regardless of whether or not we FEEL like we are making a difference. We step out in faith and trust that regardless of each of our efforts to save the world, God will use it all and bring it all together for His glory.
His. Completely His.
There are days or weeks or even months when I read the Bible and there are no grand epiphanies.
There are whole seasons of Sundays when I sing praise and feel nothing.
There are times of prayer where the silence kills me.
There are great Christian books and podcasts that I eat up which don’t budge my spiritual life.
There are too many times when I doubt the very existence of God and the sending of His Son. It can all feel like a crazy lie.
I’m probably being too honest — but I’ve found that I’m not the only one who feels this way.
It’s in those times that I ask myself, “Am I out of love with God somehow? Am I losing my faith here? How do I get back to where I used to be?”
But I keep reading my Bible. I keep singing on Sundays. I keep praying. I soak in books and sermons. I serve. I enjoy the company of mature Christians. I enjoy the fellowship of the broken.
And you know what? Sometimes the clouds part and God comes through and His love squeezes my heart and I fall to my knees remembering how good He is. Then I read Scripture and can’t stop weeping and I turn on Christian songs in my car full blast and sing loud enough to scare the traffic. I serve with shaking hands and get convicted by those sermons and soak in God’s goodness all over again.
So I’ve learned over time: I wasn’t really out of love with God. I’m just a fragile human being who changes as much as the weather. I was setting a ridiculous standard for myself that can’t be defined by self-pressuring parameters. I was tricked by the enemy into judging my flesh. My faith is based on His grace and not my feelings. And I think I need to relax."