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TOPIC: CONVICTION! Get a #dailydose of #food for the #soul from #mylibrary and have a #Blessed day! He gets preachers to preach on sins instead of sin. They preach about your conduct instead of your condition. They emphasize the sores on the body instead of the disease within. They preach about what you do instead of what you are. They preach about your your sins of habits; adultery; wife-beating; breaking the Sabbath; and other like sins. By emphasizing these, all of which are wrong, they make the sinner feel condemned and bad, because of what he has done. This brings morbid regret to the sinner, a feeling which he thinks is conviction. He is embarrassed before his sins, but he is not embarrassed before God. Holy Spirit conviction makes a man look, not so much upon his sins outwardly, but upon himself inwardly. He sees himself as a sinner against God; a Christ rejecting, hell-bent rebel against God's Will. This comes from preaching on what a man is, rather than what he does. Holy Spirit preaching emphasize the disease rather than the sores. This brings to a sinner a feeling that he is LOST. "Undone", is the word we used to use when dicribing this feeling. Yes, we knew we had done wrong, but more tham that, we knew we were hopelessly doomed because we were afflicted with the disease of sin, and that there was no remedy except Christ. THIS IS HOLY SPIRIT CONVICTION. The conviction of depression because of our sins, which Satan gives, is a conviction of the "flesh" (fleshly mind); but the conviction which the Holy Spirit gives is of the Spirit, and is based on the truth of what we are, rather than on what we have done. HASHTAG LIBRARY: #conviction #spirit #truth #flesh #satan #sins #depression #disease #Christ #HolySpirit #doomed #GodsWill #fleshlymind #lost #remedy #hopeless #Man #preach #emphasize #condition #conduct https://www.instagram.com/p/BoWxGeLhdak/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=6v5yvbjpnu0c

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Everytime i feel an epiphany coming i have to seriously question myself if I want to let it in. I like the thrilling sensation of being on the verge of a realization, but not allowing yourself to see it fully yet, with no rational reason. I consider myself a hopeless romantic for the pursue of knowledge, forever cursed to linger on the edge between knowledge and ignorance, all this for a couple momens of what seems like eternal bliss, knowing I could know but choosing not to, just so i can feel it again someday.

"A verdade pode libertá-la. Ou simplesmente trucidá-la. Dois jovens com um passado devastador. Um amor capaz de guiá-los numa jornada de descobertas... Sobre vida, amor, confiança e, acima de tudo, o poder da verdade". - Colleen Hoover , Um caso perdido (Hopeless)

I found more sisterhood on strangers than in my own home. -P

I didn’t want them to see my face… Hiding like I was a sinner walking among holiness… Like they could read all my wrongs written on my skin and felt the heaviness of my broken wings where they once used to be… Like I hadn’t any right to be here… -P

Do you have a crush??

Me: Noooooooo

Also me: *writing a poem about him*

It wasn’t commitment fear, it was abandonment fear. There is a big difference but in the end it only means loneliness. -P

Ghost And Mirror

You can’t see me even though you look at me

Hold my hand the touch ice cold like I’m a ghost

And theres no cure for this plague my dear

This pretty shell was always

Rotten from the core and you didnt seem to notice

That im drowning in this ocean of my negative emotions

And theres no saving me my dear

Youre my biggest enemy though youre close to my heart

You call me out and i call to the arms

And theres no saving me dear

You can’t save me my dear

We make gods out of sinners and altars

Out of gutters. We bow, 

Heads down in silent reverence,

To fools who beat back the nonbelievers with

violent and wrath and the pious

Call it righteous.

The gutters birth no good saviours; these

streets 

Vanquish purity the way Heracles vanquished

the lion and Perseus vanquished the

serpent but they had gods on their side 

And we have only demons.

—modern sins equate salvation (y.c.)

-kalika

He's the only one that understands, and I'll never find him again.

He's the only one that understands, and I'll never find him again.

Clarice Lispector, from “That’s Where I’m Going”, Soulstorm: Stories (tr. Alexis Levitin)

✨Star Shower✨

Sometimes I want to take a shower

The star shower

A shower made of stars

Remove my mind so I can drown in it

Slowly losing myself

Having nowhere to be

Oweing my time to nothing

Wearing myself down on the ground

Earth's gravity dragging me down

Returning to the stars in fleeting moments

Hoping for more

Even though I know it won't come

Lovely stars in the sky

Leave me so you never feel the gravity

Only I need to feel this gravity

- I love you

Of course I'll be fine

I'm good on my own

An appartement that's all mine

Decorating however I want, as whimsical as I please

No screaming at 3 am

And I'm safe. The mess is mine. But so is the tidiness. I don't have to leave. This is mine. I'll protect it, and anyone that needs a small haven is welcome. Hot chocolate and cookies will always be here waiting. Such as a couch and a blanket. I can let people stay. No one to ask for permission to be kind and soft and to host a dinner.

A work that I am so excited about. In a region I already love. Discovering myself again. Reinventing myself and getting a third shot at life.

I couldn't be more excited.

But leaving... leaving everything is fine.

But him.

Yet I can't hold on. He isn't mine. And I am not settling. If I can have his friendship. And that's all. I'll always be grateful for that. For it shows me what I want. Even if I am forever looking for him. At least I know what I search for. If my heart is breaking, watching him live his life. That's alright. For I get to witness it. And perhaps, help the happiness along a little.

I know I am fine on my own. Yet I can't imagine being without him. Even now, without having actually had him entertwined in my life.

How do I leave a love so strong. Without giving it a chance. This gift the universe gave me, and I have no choice but to throw it away. How will I stand alone, when I know his quiet strength as it is behind me.

I know how to leave everything and everyone

But him

Am I chasing ghosts?

The one that I had left behind

Searching every new face

That age old familiarity

That thoughtless bond, older than us

Will I ever find such a ghost again,

Or am I meant to be seeking, this life time

One that will quench the thirst

While calming and enraging the fire inside my bones

As his hand ghosting over my scars

A voice that I may pretend is his

Finally hearing my words from his lips

Or am I forever chasing the wind?

Ghosting hands on my waist

Shuddering like a flower in the breeze

When it hits my neck

Just a breeze stroking desperate flesh

For my Birthday. I want to die.

A suicidal soul