O Jesus, I surrender myself to You. Take care of everything!

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O Jesus, I surrender myself to You. Take care of everything!
we've gone from my parents being baby's favourite people, especially during the newborn stage, to her not wanting anyone except her dad or I
i love naming the elephant in the room (porn) in conversation because you're not supposed to do that and people are shocked but then they always agree with me. "teen boys are a menace these days" -> it's because of porn. "that's not normal behaviour" -> it's porn addiction. "does that imagery make anyone else uncomfortable" -> it's inspired by porn. "the way women are characterized" -> it's porn mythology. like ladies we are allowed to stay this stuff out loud
divine intervention | barricade day 2026
Someone said this to me when I said I was adopted
I've had this said to me in several forms many times over my life.
I love Doris and she is so cute but also she looks so much like Teddy Roosevelt sometimes that I can't help but laugh
all I'm saying is that no one has ever seen them in the same room together
"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry
@smart mutuals
can we privately venerate/seek the intercession of post-schism orthodox saints? I keep seeing yes and there's a particular saint+intention I have in mind but it feels weird
i dont know what a mote is but it sounds like something like this
told my spiritual director I think I might have postpartum and now 2-3 times a week he texts me a joke or a Saint quote to wake up to
baby girl slept through the night for the first night post (mid?) 4 month regression!!
everyone!!! let's hear it for night 2!!!
Yay! Congrats for your girl!
We're still in the middle of it, so prayers would be appreciated
learned like 3 weeks ago and still not over psalm 139 (the famous "I am fearfully and wonderfully made") being one of the imprecatory psalms??
baby girl slept through the night for the first night post (mid?) 4 month regression!!
everyone!!! let's hear it for night 2!!!
baby girl slept through the night for the first night post (mid?) 4 month regression!!
5 years ago, I was in Rehab.
10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.
But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.
One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.
Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.
For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.
But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.
Happy.
It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.
Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.
It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.
A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.
5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.
It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.
Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.
I’m a Rescue.
She gave me a Home.
And, so, I gave her a Family.
It seemed fair
This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.
don’t give up yet, ok?
It could get good, even.