Guys, when you tell your wife how beautiful she is and her reaction is to turn around in circles and go “where” or “ who are you talking to” I know it hurts. I have felt that pain before...many times. Those words are the ones my wife used. Many times while my wife was taking… Continue reading Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder
Tosin shared this with me the other day as a comment on my post The World’s Largest Puzzle. This is beautiful. I was ensnared from the get go. Her words painting a picture I could not take my eyes off of!
I am a better person from reading this. Thank you Tosin for sharing this with me. Now, I must pass it on!
Photo by Lukas Blazek
An empty canvas stands before us. We stare into the vast spread of nothingness as the artist works through his mind to create an imagery only he can see. We’re left in the dark, we haven’t come to life, yet we trust the one with the brush and all the colours in his hands. His works of the past surely speak for him as we can clearly see, so though we are still wet paint on his pallet, soon we’ll dress the canvas well.
His first coat of white brings us all to life; the birth of every one of us starts the story to be told. Our first cries, each a drop of paint that wears his brush like drapes of silk and wets the surface with every stroke. The canvas, though once white with nothing, looks a lot whiter now, white with life, white…
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Laura from All The Shoes I Wear has so graciously nominated me for The Random Acts Of Kindness Award. I didn't even know such a thing existed. This is so humbling and such an honor. The award was created by Mws R Writings Random Acts of Kindness Award/KA Here are the rules: Tell who you… Continue reading Random Acts Of Kindness Award | 2018
This…this right here is not how I have viewed the waiting, a status I am in right now…
“The waiting can be favor too – you may not be ready for the fullness of your purpose on earth right this second, and if it were given to you, it would be incredibly destructive because the tools you need to steward it have not yet been built.”
Hannah, thank you so much for this wonderful post and teaching an “old” man a new way of looking at things!
Beautiful done and worded so elegantly.
Recently, I’ve found myself living in a perpetual state of orphan-minded, poverty-stricken brokenness. It is really not fun, but an incredibly important realization has struck me about these few weeks of mountain top highs with God and valley lows with Him too – sometimes your ideas about God have to be broken and reformed to go deeper with Him because we all have faulty theology to a degree, and man is He is breaking off some of mine.
He is not a God of lack but of abundance.
I tend to feel the need to hide from Him – I see His love poured out over others, and immediately assume I am unwanted, unfavored, and a bother to Him because maybe He loves those people more. And it breaks His heart that I default to believing that. Favor poured out on someone else doesn’t mean less favor for you –…
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Check out this awesome quote from dear Tosin’s dad…
“Tosin, you can’t live to please everyone. If you tried, you’ll never be who God made you. What pleases the first person you meet might not please the next, soon you’ll forget who you really are, and you’ll be a chameleon changing colours only to survive but never really living!”
How many of us wish our parents had said that to us as teens?
Now, go read Tosin’s amazing post! Heck, if your like me, read it twice. Then share it so others can be ministered to.
I’m dented. In many places, I have dents – dents and scratches from the ‘hit-and-runs’ of life and her mercenaries. Dents from her words and his actions and dents from their stares. I’ve lost, in many ways, the purity of my identity; the way my Creator fashioned me: for the sake of conformity.
I dent, daily.
I struggle. I remember being young and looking for love in all the wrong places because I was consumed by a need – an empty space inside that needed to be filled, so I filled it with all the wrong things and all the wrong bits around the wrong people. I dented my identity to fit into those circles when my mould wasn’t so elastic, so it broke . . . and I still struggle.
“You’re too loud, hush!”
“You’re too playful, halt!”
You’re too . . . not like me, stop!”
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Thank you so much for nominating me for the Sunshine Blogger Award Gritty Momma! As the Sunshine Blogger Award is given to those who are creative, positive, and inspiring, while spreading sunshine to the blogging community, I am truly humbled and honored to be nominated! To me, those little rays of sunshine that are being… Continue reading The Sunshine Blogger Award 2018 | 3rd Nomination
Porn... For those who do not think they have a problem...be aware. Your brain is being warped. For those who believe they are not hurting anyone...be aware. Your idea of what hurts is warped. For those who have been struggling daily to be intimate with the one you love...be aware. Your idea of intimacy has… Continue reading Porn Warps Everything