Joy-Sorrow: Good Things Are Meant to Be Shared

Turn my eyes from seeing what is vain; by Your way give me life. —Psalm 118:37 // Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow. —Swedish proverb // An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered. —G. K. Chesterton // _____ other tumblogs: signum-crucis; allthingscatholic; catholicbible; tradcatproblems _____ Tibi dixit cor meum, quaesivi vultum tuum, vultum tuum, Domine, requiram: ne avertas faciem tuam a me. Ps 26:8–9

[walkswithmyfather]

“Lord, give me the wisdom to know what I can change and the peace to trust You with what I cannot, discernment to see the difference and grace to accept both.

I waste so much energy trying to change what's beyond my control, exhausting myself attempting to fix what only You can fix, fighting battles that were never mine to win.

Teach me to recognize what's actually within my power to change, my own choices, my responses, my attitudes, my actions, and to focus my effort there instead of everywhere.

Wisdom to know what I can change means honest assessment of my limitations, acknowledging that some things are simply beyond my ability to fix, control, or alter no matter how hard I try.

Help me release what I cannot change without guilt or shame, to stop feeling responsible for outcomes I can't control, to surrender to You what only You can handle.

Remind me that peace comes from trusting You with what I cannot change, that letting go isn't giving up but giving over, transferring responsibility from my inadequate hands to Your capable ones.

Give me both wisdom and peace, discernment to know the difference and grace to live in it, changing what I should and releasing what I can't.

Let me walk today with wisdom to know what I can change and peace to trust You with what I cannot, focusing my energy wisely and resting in Your control. In Jesus' name, Amen.”

From: “Faithful Grace” (FB)

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[doyourememberrocknrollradio]

Lindsey Stirling - Unfolding [feat. Rachel Platten] (Official Music Video)

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Taken from Experiencing God by Henry and Richard Blackaby. God bless, Jesus loves you ✝️❤️

(Apologies for the crude photography)

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[sleepinsidemysoul]

music is life in all its notes glory and sounds ~*🖤*~sims

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[sacredheart-stigmata]

I hate that people simplify the torture and deaths of the holy virgin martyrs of Rome into being ‘they chose death over sex and betraying god’. the point of these women isn’t just that they died for their faith, they died for their agency. they’re more than just ‘the first virgin saints’, they’re stories of fierce bravery, determination, and love of self. these women lived in deeply dangerous times to exist as women, and were the property of the men in their lives. they didn’t have the right to say no to marriage or sex. they didn’t have the right to decide their own fate. when they consecrated themselves to god, it was a choice, a choice that they made, willingly, of their own volition, and the fact that they clung to that, that consent, that power, that divine agency, in the face of extreme brutality and inhumanity is breathtaking. agatha, lucy, apollonia, agnes, and others aren’t ‘just’ women who chose god over sex. They’re women who chose themselves over agony through choosing god, and in doing so, became saints venerated by all

[nerdisma-deactivated20171202]

“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand… there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.”

[what-even-is-thiss]

If you read the lord of the rings as World War 1 literature it really feels different.

[what-even-is-thiss]

Like don’t read it as an allegory or expect it to correlate 1 to 1. Don’t read it like the whole thing is 100% influenced all the time by his experiences in the war. Just read it as a book series written by a man who survived the era of trench warfare. Keep that in mind on your next reread. Some things start to make a different kind of sense. Not more sense. A different kind of sense.

[what-even-is-thiss]

Reading about the trip up mt doom and reading about hope and reading about ancient things being destroyed and reading about how home will never feel the same and reading about the remains of the old conflict following you home and reading about how sometimes the only solution is to move somewhere else so the pain of memories won’t follow you and reading about the drinking songs and reading about the moments of happiness and friendship in the middle of everything and reading about the old world order leaving and reading about grass fields and good food being something worth fighting for and reading about not being able to remember the taste of fruit while the air burns around you and reading about hoping for a real uncomplicated evil that can be vanquished and

[callaeidae3]

Reading The Lord of the Rings as someone with PTSD, too, I definitely find myself experiencing that "making a different kind of sense."

Tolkien wrote a wonderful story, and he also communicated an emotion... an experience that I can't find the words to adequately summarise right now.

At the end of The Return of the King, in Chapter 7: "Homeward bound," Frodo is physically in pain and is haunted by "the memory of darkness [..] heavy on [him]." Frodo remarks,

"There is no real going back. Though I may come to the Shire, it will not seem the same; for I shall not be the same. I am wounded with knife, sting, and tooth, and a long burden. Where shall I find rest?"

Gandalf did not answer.

Then, as they journey on, they pass Weathertop, where Frodo was stabbed. Frodo had been "merry again, merry as if he did not remember the blackness of the day before." But as they come to Weathertop, Frodo rides straight past the location, unable to look upon it.

At length they came to Weathertop; and it was drawing towards evening and the shadow of the hill lay dark on the road. Then Frodo begged them to hasten, and he would not look towards the hill, but rode through its shadow with head bowed and cloak drawn close around him.

And, although Tolkien did not write these lines in the book, Frodo's voiceover at the end of The Return of the King film articulates this so well:

How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.

This story was written by a man who knew trauma. And I feel seen by it. And I know I'm not alone in the experience of it.

LOTR has, both during my trauma and in the aftermath of it, helped me find solace and make sense of things that I couldn't speak of, like the spiritual, psychological, and psychobiological way that long-suffered trauma affects a person.

Some people don't like Frodo, but he makes a different kind of sense to me.

[apoemaday]

Maiden Name

by Philip Larkin

Marrying left your maiden name disused. Its five light sounds no longer mean your face, Your voice, and all your variants of grace; For since you were so thankfully confused By law with someone else, you cannot be Semantically the same as that young beauty: It was of her that these two words were used.

Now it's a phrase applicable to no one, Lying just where you left it,scattered through Old lists, old programmes, a school prize or two Packets of letters tied with tartan ribbon -- Then is it scentless, weightless, strengthless, wholly Untruthful? Try whispering it slowly. No, it means you. Or, since you're past and gone,

It means what we feel now about you then: How beautiful you were, and near, and young, So vivid, you might still be there among Those first few days, unfingermarked again. So your old name shelters our faithfulness, Instead of losing shape and meaning less With your depreciating luggage laden.

[apoemaday]

We Have Not Long to Love

by Tennessee Williams

We have not long to love. Light does not stay. The tender things are those we fold away. Coarse fabrics are the ones for common wear. In silence I have watched you comb your hair. Intimate the silence, dim and warm. I could but did not, reach to touch your arm. I could, but do not, break that which is still. (Almost the faintest whisper would be shrill.) So moments pass as though they wished to stay. We have not long to love. A night. A day….

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[thetruthministries]

THE LOVE OF GOD

“I have engraved you on my palms. I remember you every second. You are so precious to me. My nail-pierced arms are wide open to embrace you. Come to me. I will give you rest. With me, you will never lack anything. Be of good cheer” The Holy Spirit. “The young lions lack and suffer hunger; but those who seek the Lord shall not lack any good thing” (Psalm 34:10). The love and the warmth of His…

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