I hate winter but I've come to apreciate it. One, winter is important to our world, its balance, and the way of life, but it's still cold and I don't like it. But it also reminds me of how God uses transitions from Winter to Spring to restore all things, make new life, and show he is still working. Summer is still my favorite though.
Here's how I know God is good:
I had to take the ACT today and everything just seemed to go wrong. I woke up with bad period cramps, so I was obviously going to get my period during the test, I forgot my ID at home and was going to be late, my parents got into another arguement and at this point I can't tell if they'll divorce or not, and even though I ate, I felt starving by the time I arrived. But it worked out even when I was freaking out. I was protected because I was able to recognize my period coming this morning, I got to school on time and apparently didn't even need my ID because my teacher happened to be nearby to identify me anyway, and I was hungry but my stomach didn't rumble at all during the test and I had a snack during break. My prayers were all answered and my needs taken care of. I'm not even going to worry about my parents because if God wants to work it out, he will do so and I believe it.
From this I just want to say:
THANK YOU JESUS, LOVE YOU
I just read Judges 19 through 20 and I am...shocked and apalled.
Here's a summary:
A Levite's concubine cheats on him and dips for her dad's house for 4 months. Missing his wife, he went to get her and win her back. He got her, left, and stopped at Gideah for a break and to sleep for the night. An old man took them in but then a gang of gay rapists came in hopes of raping the Levite man. The old man refuses and offers his virgin daughter as well as the Levite's wife instead. The gang doesn't listen and the Levite gives up the wife anyway in his place. The gang rapes and beats her from night to daybreak before finally letting her go. She goes back to the old man's house in attempt to return to her master/husband but dies on the doorstep. The man sees this in the morning, takes her home, cuts her limb by limb into 12 pieces, and scatters her around Israel. The Israelites were appalled and angered and so they went to war with the Benjaminites, killing tens of thousands of Israelites, cutting off an entire tribe, and cursing the survivors to never marry any Israelite again. The Israelites then made peace with the survivors, practically kidnapped hundreds of women from a different tribe, offered them up as wives to them without their or their parent's consent to offset the curse that no man shall give a wife to the Benjaminites, and went on with the world.
This sounds bad. Every sentence sounds horrible. I had to double take everytime I read a single sentence. But I did get something out of this:
One sin, even if directed at one person, a seemingly nobody, can snowball into a catastrophe of unfortunate events. Sin has a price, a very big one. And sometimes, it's not only the evil doer who pays for it. God will make everything turn out for the greater, but that doesn't mean we'll like the process. At all. I'd suggest we cut off sin from our lives...
Literally who does the devil think he is? He fell from heaven after FAILING to overthrow God, was sent to hell to suffer for eternity, decides to take humanity with him, and yet FAILS at that too.
Us humans are weak. The devil is certainly stronger than us, after all, he is still that of a divine being even though he's worth less than my pocket lint. But what does that matter when we're not even fighting him? Does it really matter when he's in a battle of strength against God?
He'll keep failing. Our only job is to focus on God and know the enemy lies.
Who do you think you are?
A liar, a cheat, a weakling, a coward? Selfish, crude, stupid, dishonest? Unwanted, weird, wrong or a mistake?
Or maybe you think you're a godsend. A triple threat, a jewel, a diamond. Smart, genius, charismatic, good?
Truth is, it doesn't matter. Cuz you've messed up before at one point or another. You're a sinner.
And so am I.
But even then, our sin is no match for God.
I was just scrolling youtube when I came about a short and this woman was sharing her faith. Her friend had died of cancer and they had really really really prayed hard for healing and they had faith it would happen. But she still died. And what she said next shook me to my very core. She had said that even if God does not deliver us, we should not lose faith and stay devoted. And honestly I was punched in the face with knowledge and pure wisdom. I pray for her, her family and loved ones as we give condolences, and I pray a peaceful return home to their friend.
God allows trials and tribulations. He allows bad deeds and horrible sin. He didn't stop that girl from being assulted, or that child from being kidnapped, or that bullet from entering someone's skull. He let it happen. But you have to remember he has a reason. He always has a reason. Even if we don't know it ourselves. Job was tried, and while many say it was to test and prove his faith, could there have been more to it? Something bigger and greater? Job taught us how to react in the face of uncertainty, doubt, and suffering. Through his pain, we have had years of our own suffering lifted from us. Just like Job, our suffering may not look like it has a reason and honestly, sometimes the reason isn't to teach a lesson at all, sometimes, it's something else, but it always has a reason. Our suffering may not be written in a historical holy book, and thank God for that cuz that would probably have to be like holocaust level to get into a historical document, but we can still use it to teach our friends, our family, and people we haven't even met yet. Job taught his wife to stay strong, his friends to be humble, and all of us, generations of people, that God has the answers and we don't ever need to doubt that. So stay strong guys. And know it has a purpose.
I just went to sweet frogs and on the way and my family was discussing politics and how America may or may not survive these 4 years long enough to fix it back up. It had gotten me pretty down cuz it looked pretty grim when this happened:
Mom: Don't be so down, at least you're still here.
Me: Yeah, but for how long?
Mom: As long as Jesus says so.
The moment she said that, I felt so much better. I had forgotten who was in control. But knowing nothing can happen unless God let's it happen makes me feel sooo much better.
God works :)
God died for your love, not your validation. God loved the world so much so that He died for it. He died to free us of our sin, the choices we thought we wanted to make, but in reality were only hurting us. That is love. And love is not validation.
Love isn't blindlessly validating, it's picky, and particular, and restricting. Because it doesn't want you to settle with whatever you think you want, but for you to have what you need. So love isn't letting you pick out a moldy apple, when there's a fresh feast just in the oven. It's telling you there is better food in the oven and you don't need to eat something so revolting and unhealthy. If you still prefer the moldy apple, I can't force it out your hands and force the food down your throat. I can only watch as you settle for what you think you want because while love is restricting, it's not imposing. But I didn't validate your choices, I detest them. I know it's worthless to you, maybe even harmful, compared to the gifts you could be enjoying instead. I didn't see you doing something stupid and do it too to show that you're valid in your choices. I saw you do something stupid, told you it was dumb and showed you an example of better choices.
I make this mistake too. All the time. I see someone settle for so much less and I just look away. I don't tell them about the feast in the oven. I don't tell them the moldy apple is toxic. I don't tell them sin will hurt you in the end and I don't tell them about God. I just sit there. Watching. Validating. Supporting. But not loving. Because that is never loving.
I need to love better. I need to love how He loved me. And I pray that He would help me and give me the strength and courage to love. And I pray that other's would pray this for themselves also to learn how to truly love.
I remember what I believe to be a year ago, my sister, my dad, and I were pulling up to school to drop us off as we did our morning prayer. At that time, I used to play this video game and I had really wanted to pull my favorite character, so I had prayed to get him. My dad didn't understand why I would ever ask God for something so small and meaningless when I could've prayed for anything. I could've prayed for the starving kids around the world, or to heal the sick and dying, or perhaps end the war and pestilance on this planet. But instead I asked for a video game character...because I simply thought he looked cool. My dad had argued to me that I should pray for important things, not the small irrelavant stuff I do for hobbies, and I argued otherwise. I had told him that God wants all our prayers. If you want something, you only need to ask and you shall recieve. God loves to bless His children and He loves it when you talk to Him, so why would He ever want you to hold back on Him? Nothing is too big for God, this we know, but sometimes we forget there's nothing too small for God either. This was a year ago. At the time, I was what people refered to as a lukewarm christian. I was so lukewarm, I had never opened a bible, never prayed unless told, and God was just god to me with an extreme case of the lowercase g's. But I have grown since then, reading my bible, praying, and knowing my God is real and personal with His children. Such a drastic difference in person, behaviour, and wisdom and yet I still come to the same conclusion. God wants all of you. So give Him all of you.
I cannot be more serious, there is nothing better. There is nothing better than the feeling I feel when I'm with God. I went years running around doing all kinds of stupid things before I met Him, but He calmed my heart the same way He calmed the storm. Anxiety fled, lust died, anger wained, grief packed up and left, and He moved in.
You may think I'm crazy. An idiot who never learned to question. A traditional bum who can't open her mind to new ideas. Even an uneducated fool spouting whatever false tales.
You may think I'm in need. A victim to white men who drilled this religous crap into my head. A kid who doesn't even know better, she'll wake up once she get's old enough.
You may think I'm evil. A weirdo out of my mind who only lives to shame others. A cultists trying to drag others down with me. A judgemental, sexist, racist, homophobic, transphobic, trump supporting conservative who can't understand that sometimes she isn't right.
Well let me explain something
I'm sane. I question everything, the how, the why, the what, the who, the when. I adopt new ideas all the time, only the difference is, I have boundries when it comes to ideas trying to pull me away from the Word of God. I'm educated, and I plan to become a professor.
I'm not a victim. I chose this path for myself, no person or group manipulated me into it (besides, it's not a white man's religoun, it's middle eastern). I may be a kid, but the things I've seen and felt was something even a toddler could identify as unmistakenly God.
I'm not evil. I don't shame people, thinking they're gross or whatnot just because we don't share the same beliefs, I pray for them and their wellbeing. I'm not a cultist and I would never willingly drag anyone down if I knew what I was following was false, in fact, I wouldn't even be in it myself. I don't look at any gender, race, occupation, status, or sexuality and think I'm looking at devil's incarnate, just a person like me and everyone else who doesn't know the goodness of God (Also, I'm not even a republican and I'm well aware I'm wrong sometimes).
Contrary to many beliefs, I'm not as bad as people try and peg me to be. I'm just a kid trying her best in a world where nobody ever looks back on the weak. I'm just a kid who struggles to make friends or relate to people. I'm just a kid that wants to love and be loved. Trying to understand, find my way, do what's right and be truly happy.
I'm just a child.
God's child.
Christians will be persecuted. Always. But I just want to point out, that what used to be, and in some places still are, persecution, is different than the kind of persecution others will face. Crucification, execution, torture and death now turn into sarcastic jabs, angry yelling and hateful glares. Both are pretty scary, but think of what used to be the punishment compared to now. I am so guilty of this, as I am very shy and outspoken. I plan my entire conversation before even initiating it when I simply want to ask for a pencil. I count the amount of sniffles I have to make and panic at 5 because I feel like I'm disturbing people. I hate attention, I really do, especially bad attention. So I avoid talking about faith in public because of this unspoken rule in society that says religon is a forbidden topic. Let's all just be glad we aren't in a hydrolic press and that all we'll get is side glances
I'm selfish, crude, rude, and abnoxious, disgusting, judgmental and all kinds of stupid; I make mistakes and lie about them, blame others and life; I sin and I hurt and I scream and I cry. I am no different from you in this regard. I am a human; I'm an idiot. We kind of all are. The only difference from me and Satan is that I know my sins; I give them to God and He takes them. He knows my sins, my pride, my hate. He takes them and kills them on a big cross shaped plank. I am a sinner, there is no confusion, questions or doubt. But He is my redeemer, my saviour, and it is only in Him that I am found.
(Didn't mean for this to turn into some poem, but it kind of started rhyming and I just went with it lol)
God could come down and show Himself to us all, show us His undeniable glory and power, and leave no room for doubt or question. He could, but here's the thing:
1.He already kind of did. He came down 2000 years ago and showed us miracles, power, and knowledge beyond our understanding.
2. Faith is nothing more than trust. Whatever you put your faith in, you put your trust in, whatever you put your trust in, you put your faith in, and whatever you put your trust and faith in, you put your love and your life in. God wants those more than anything.
3. Nothing in this world is more important than a human life. Our souls are so valuable that demons and angels fight for them like it's their own. So valuable that the creator of the universe died for it. Entrusting our souls to someone we know without a doubt can save us is all well and good, but isn't love so much more than just "show me the facts and proof and then I'll trust you"? Isn't love trust? Isn't trust faith? God wants us to trust Him even when things look uncertain. God wants us to trust Him even when we don't understand. God wants us to trust Him even when we think we know better. Because that is love.
4. God could certainly show Himself, He did through Jesus. However, people die and are born all the time. Generations will pass and eventually, anyone still alive won't have seen those miracles or proof. He'd have to show himself every practical decade or so because new people are born every day, which leaves hundreds or thousands who haven't seen Him.
Anyway, hope this clears as much confusion as possible. God bless you :)
(Also, we have records from His time, and proof of His existance. We don't have His body cuz it ascended to where He belongs)
If you don't believe in the bible because it's man made, you shouldn't believe Ceaser was real because so was the history books showing his existance.
If you don't believe in God because you can't touch, see, smell, taste, or feel him, then you shouldn't believe in Gravity because you can't touch, see, smell, taste, or feel that either.
If you don't believe in Jesus because you think having faith in a God you haven't "met" is blind idiocy, then you shouldn't believe the astroid belt exists because that'd be having faith in something you've only seen in diagrams, pictures, and books, all of which were given to you by man.
As my teacher had once taught me, hard evidence is great, but soft evidence is just as valid.
There are testimonies, miracles, healed and saved people roaming the world. All of them have a reason for following God, and if you find a true christian, you'll be in awe everytime you hear their discoveries. They don't believe because they saw it in a book or because mama told them so, but because they've met Christ in a way He wanted to reveal Himself to them. One day, if you honestly ask Him to show Himself to you and you listen, you could have a testimony of your own.
I don't know. I don't know a lot of things and that's ok. Some things are meant to stay unknown and that is fine. I don't know why God let's people suffer. I could say it strengthens you. I could say it's part of a bigger plan that will do wonders for you or someone else down the line. I could say it's to show you a reality you were blind to prior. I could say He was testing you. But I don't know. There could be a number of reasons, but I don't know. Nobody knows. And we don't need to. We don't need to know why children die of cancer. We don't need to know why there is so much sickness. We don't need to know why there are drouts or floods, hunger or starvation. We just need to know one thing:
That God knows
And that's called faith
Right now, in this moment. Put the screen down and pray. You can just sit in His presense, you could give thanks, just pray.
I love God not because I want to avoid hell, which I do, but because He is so good to me. Not just because He gives me nice toys and protects me from darkness, but because He loves me. He loved me enough to make me, He loved me enough to keep me even when I left Him, He loved me enough to die and suffer in my place for my own actions, He loved me enough to restart all of creation and promise me a place in it, He loves me. And so I love Him
Once I met God, I had a question I just really wanted answered. What is God's favorite color? People first think blue, cuz the sky and sea. Then they think green cuz the land and foliage. But a lot of people say purple because it's for royalty and some people say purple because God told them. I just REALLY want to know! But if it is purple, I wonder why there is so little of it on Earth. You think he likes a specific shade?
Guys. God made frogs. HE IMAGINED THESE CREATURES UP.
Like let me just rant and give a list of some creatures God made and I love Him for it
• Frogs:
CUTE LIL JUMP PUPPIES! THEY SO GOOFY AND DERPY AND THEY GO RIBBIT AND SOMETIMES THEY SCREECH
• Bunnies
Come on, iconic. ICONIC. Famous for being cute!!
• CATS
YES. LIL TOE BEANED, BIPOLAR, SLEEP MACHINES
• Dolphins
So cool, but also so weird. Insane behaviour; God, I have questions
• Sheep
BAHHHHH! Perhaps His second favorite creation! Us being first of course!
• Fish
There are SO many species! He thought up EVERY SINGLE ONE!! THAT'S A LOT OF FISH
• Ferrets
LONG NOODLES
• Dogs
Did He make them to literally be man's best friend? Did Adam have a dog? Either way, I LOVE THEM
• Parrots
TALKING FLIPPIN ANIMALS THAT CAN FLY
• Mosquitos
May I inquire why? I'm not questioning your choices, God, but I'm so curious. Very curious indeed (especially to why you made them like me so much)
• Leaches
REALLY CURIOUS NOW
• Ants
So smol and so strong, but also really smart
• Venus fly trap
YES. COOLEST PLANT EVER. MY FAVORITE CARNIVOROUS PLANT! LOOKS PRETTY AND AWSOME AND EATS BUGS! SUPER COOL DESIGN, GOD!
• Whales
SO BIG! SO COOL! I LOVE!
• Jellyfish
Where's the everything they need to live?! God, you've done it again!
• Humans
Gotta be His favorite creation! So smart and complicated! Yet unfortunately, so dumb and simple too. If only we stuck too the intended parts of us.
Jesus still loves you. Let that settle. He still loves you. Before you existed, He loved you. Before you knew Him, He loved you. When you were in the middle of your sin, He loved you. While you repented, He loved you. When you refused to repent, He loved you. When you cursed Him, He loved you. When you denied Him, He loved you. When you ignored Him, He loved you. When you prayed, He loved you. When you cried, He loved you. When you screamed, He loved you. When you were hurt, He loved you. When you were content, He loved you. There was never a moment He did not love you. He has always loved you, just as He said he would, so much so that He died in your place for things He did not do. He did all that simply because He loves you so much that He wants you by His side. All He asks is that you love and honor Him. Please don't reject His love.
Two people were eating poison, and I came up to them giving them a warning. I say, "stop, do not eat that poison, fo you will surely die". One obeys and heads the warning, turning from the poison and throwing it away, while the other refuses and continues to eat it. The one who disobeyed dies and the other lives. This is like sin. All sins are forgivable for Christ, (except for blasphemy if the holy spirit as well as recieving the mark of the beast) so both had equal opportunity to live. But if you refuse to listen, you will surely fall.
This is the case with many things. Porn, cheating, murder, abuse, drinking, lying, sexual immorality, and yes, whether we like it or not, that includes LGBTQ+ activity. It is a choice made everyday and if continued until the day of judgement or, you know, when we die, it's too late as there was no repentance. But the one who sinned and turns from it with a watchful eye, no matter how many times they fall short, as long as they truthfully give it their all to turn from their sins and toward Jesus, they will be accepted into heaven.
So throw the posion out and be the one who lives
God doesn't send people to hell. God is like light and hell is like darkness. Darkness is nothing but the absence of light, and hell is just the absence of God. When you refuse to accept God into your life and accept His promises and gifts, then you choose to be seperate from Him. Hell is a seperation from God. It wasn't even meant for you, it was meant for the devil and his followers, the ones who dared cross God and attempt to bring His children with them. So, He doesn't send you there, you send yourself by not choosing life.
If you don't believe in the bible because it's man made, you shouldn't believe Ceaser was real because so was the history books showing his existance.
If you don't believe in God because you can't touch, see, smell, taste, or feel him, then you shouldn't believe in Gravity because you can't touch, see, smell, taste, or feel that either.
If you don't believe in Jesus because you think having faith in a God you haven't "met" is blind idiocy, then you shouldn't believe the astroid belt exists because that'd be having faith in something you've only seen in diagrams, pictures, and books, all of which were given to you by man.
As my teacher had once taught me, hard evidence is great, but soft evidence is just as valid.
There are testimonies, miracles, healed and saved people roaming the world. All of them have a reason for following God, and if you find a true christian, you'll be in awe everytime you hear their discoveries. They don't believe because they saw it in a book or because mama told them so, but because they've met Christ in a way He wanted to reveal Himself to them. One day, if you honestly ask Him to show Himself to you and you listen, you could have a testimony of your own.
Following God can be tiring. It won't always be cupcakes and rainbows. Don't get me wrong, there will be trials and tribulations, prayers you have to wait for, hurt that will feel like healing is impossible for, wickedness that will sometimes prevail, and blessings that don't always seem like blessings. But that isn't what I'm talking about when I say it's tiring. When everything is good. When everything is going your way. When everything seems to be in your favor. Praising God is hard. In fact, sometimes it can be harder than if it wasn't. You feel dry in your faith, thanking Him for the same blessing everyday like some kind of routine. You're tempted to go have fun doing anything other than spending time with him. You forget the goodness in his blessings and only see repetetiveness. Following God is hard. But keep going. He hasn't given up on you and He never will. God will never leave nor forsake you. Love you, bye ♡
Please. Please. Please. Just try it. Just try to pray. Just once. Just try Jesus. Please. Just once. Don't wait until tommorow. Don't wait until you have nothing but Him to lean on. Don't wait until final judgment. Because Jesus didn't die only for you to live with Him when you die, but to live with Him in the now, today. Every second you wait is a second you sit in darkness when you could be sitting in light. Every moment you get more comfortable in your sin, the harder it will be when you come out. I say this not to condemn, nor to judge, nor to force anything, but out of true love for you. I don't know you. I don't know what you've done. But what I do know is it doesn't matter, because Jesus made you, and He wants you. I also know what it's like to finally know Him, and I wouldn't want anyone to miss this. For 15 years I've missed out on this, and I don't want you missing even a second more of this. So just trust Him. With whatever you have, with all your addictions, with all your worries, with all your possessions, with all your blessings, with all your being. Because He will never fail.
I have a mouse plushie, y'know, the Mouse Wants a Cookie plush, hanging over my bed. I wrapped yarn around its neck, stitched it through its throat, and bound its arms behind his back, then tied him to the top of my window to hang over my bed as a sign of my hatred and wrath. I was 15 when I did this. I had a mental breakdown and thank God I didn't give in to the devil's whispers to kill myself and take my mom with me. I had struggled with suicidal thoughts before, around 7 to 8 years old, and my relationship with, honestly everyone, especially my mom did not help. I felt very misunderstood, weird, wrong, unwanted, and like I was a mistake, something not deserving of the title human because I lacked something, that something in question nobody would tell me about. I prayed only when I was asking to die, I cried at night, had episodes of depression, had spent a year or so forcing myself to never cry and denying myself the right to feel sad, bottled up all my emotions and confusion for my whole life, never had an outlet, and my only coping mechanism was to watch funny videos on youtube.
That was me. Not even a full year ago.
Ever since I accepted Jesus into my life and just surrendered it all to him, I've never had that rage since. I haven't cried at night, or had depressive episodes, or suicidal thoughts, and I would never want any harm to befall my mom. I feel like if I have feelings of sadness or anger, I can take it to God. I no longer feel inhuman and wrong, but valid and loved. My coping mechanism still inckudes funny videos, but also to pray and ask God for help.
God has protected and saved me in an unfathomable way, and I can testify that He works. I'm not a Christian because I was raised in the church. My whole life until a few months ago, I had never touched a bible, never fasted, never truly prayed, and didn't even care to believe, hoping I could be some magical exception. My parents took us to church, but never explained God's goodness, so we were blind to him, seeing him only as a religous figure we follow by tradition. I can testify to you because my faith is my own, and I am this way only because I have seen Him with my own eyes. Literally. I saw Him. I spoke to Him. I touched Him. I heard Him. Even after literally speaking to God, I didn't give myself to him. It took a year or so for that. I felt a pang one day in my soul that if I were to die that day, I would certaintly go to hell. It was like a punch to the stomach of loneliness. I knew what it was and it couldn't be mistaken for anything else. I was far from God and my soul was lonely for its creator. I had already been blessed in all that I did as a child, but afterward, I saw all his miracles in my life and noticed the good hand that feeds me. I am fullfilled and only in Christ do I feel content. I tried everything. I tried friends, family, social media, new looks, experimenting with my sexuality and orientation, self indulgance, and nothing worked. They were all temporary and made me feel worse in the longrun. Only in Jesus have I found peace even in a storm.
So try Him out! He works miracles, I promise.
You know, lately, I've been noticing a lot of "bad" things have happened to me.
I've been constantly worried and stressed at school, I'm on a time crunch to figure out what I'm going to do once I graduate, I've just practically broke my neck, I'm in a lot of pain, I'm in an art block, I'm tired, not just physically though that too, I'm tired of everything and I just want the world to end already so I can go home and be with God, I keep having scary nightmares about dying and having my family killed before my eyes at night, I just had a huge fight with my mom AGAIN because of the same issue we have been struggling with since I was born, the one place I actually feel safe enough to be my natural self without people misunderstanding me and seeing me as weird and loud and stupid and crazy and nonsensical and random and particular and annoying has started to be the place where I am told the most that there is a problem with me, the people I trusted enough to be me with keep telling me I'm not trusting them enough because I'm not morphing myself to fit their wants, the only safe place I ever had is becoming my source of stress and anxiety, I have nobody but God to lean on, and self doubt and only God knows the thoughts I've had and only God is the reason I haven't gone off the wire and done irreversable damage to others or mainly myself.
Things keep happening. I keep getting hurt physically and mentaly. Is this is what people call spirtual warfare? Is this my test? Is this my season as Job? Cuz if so I am ACING it! HAHAHA IF SATAN THOUGHT THAT HURT ME, IT BROUGHT ME CLOSER TO THE SPIRIT. THE LORD IS HEALING MY NECK. THE LORD IS HELPING ME GROW THROUGH ME DREAMS. I KNOW HE CAN AND IS WORKING IN EVERYTHING ELSE. I WILL NOT FALTER, I WILL NOT GIVE IN, I WILL NOT FALL. I DON'T NEED A SAFE PLACE. GOD IS MY SAFE PLACE. I DON'T NEED ANYBODY TO LEAN ON. I HAVE GOD TO LEAN ON. I DON'T NEED UNDERSTANDING. I HAVE GOD TO UNDERSTAND ME. I DON'T NEED ANYBODY TO LIKE OR EVEN LOVE ME. I HAVE GOD TO LOVE ME AND NOT ANY LOVE COULD POSSIBLY COMPARE. SUCK OT SATAN. YOU DUMB GOD WANNABE FLIGHTLESS BURNT STUPID WORTHLESS UNLOVED HATED FAILURE AND EXCUSE OF AN ANGEL. FAILING SEEMS TO BE YOUR THING, IF I WERE YOU, WHICH I'M NOT CUZ I'M A LOVED CHILD OF GOD, I'D SAVE MYSELF THE EMBARRASSMENT AND STOP TRYING TO BE A SALTY BRAT ABOUT MY OWN DUMB AND ILLOGICAL CHOICES. LIKE WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND LOOKS AT GOD. THE GOD. AND SAYS YEAH I COULD TAKE HIM? WHAT, DID YOU SEE HIS OVERWHELMING GOODNESS AND THINK: NAH, I'D WIN? YOU WERE IN HIS PRESENCE. HIS RIGHT HAND DUDE. HIS MUSICIAN. AND YOU COULDN'T GAUGE THAT THIS WAS A FIGHT YOU COULDN'T WIN? SUCK IT.
(Found this rant from a while ago in my drafts and forgot to post it lol so imma post it now even though ive been nothing but blessed)
God is my Icon. I aspire to be like him in all I can. That means I dislike sin. That means I am a disagreeable person. That means I express my faith even when I know you don't believe the same thing. But that also means that I love sinners. That also means that I must be humble. That also means that I do not judge. That also means that I love my enemies like myself. And I love myself very much. So no, just because I don't agree with you, doesn't mean I hate or even dislike you. Jesus' favorite people are sinners. And it's not like I havs no sins, so I have no room to judge you. When I point out a sin that offends, I'm not doing it to judge you, in fact, 9/10 I am guilty of the same sin at one point or another. I've lied, cheated, lusted, cursed, liked my own gender, ignored God, been quick to anger, been lazy, still am and I need to fix that, been a glutton, still am and need to fix that too but thank The Lord for high metabolism, disobeyed, been disrespectful, etc, just like the rest of you. So I don't look at an athiest, or a witch, or lgbtq+, or a satanist, or literally anyone and hate or judge them. I look at them, say wow, a person just like me who just hasn't found God for themselves yet. I pray one day they give their life to God, oh cool, they have pretty hair.
Just spreading the love man. If you take it as hate, I'm sorry, but I'm not changing anytime soon, soooo want some popcorn?
So with that said, I will repeat my main point cuz nobody read that I'm sure.
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