I got married almost 3 weeks ago. It was awesome. My husband is my hero.
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I got married almost 3 weeks ago. It was awesome. My husband is my hero.
We cry out to the Lord saying, ‘God, this is all I have!’ and He gently says, ‘That’s all I’m asking for.’
Wise words my mum said the other day (via thescienceofapologetics)
IF YOU NEED TO CALL 911 BUT ARE SCARED TO BECAUSE OF SOMEONE IN THE ROOM, dial and ask for a pepperoni pizza. They will ask if you know you’re calling 911. Say yes, and continue pretending you’re making an order. They’ll ask if there’s someone in the room.
You can ask how long it will take for the pizza to get to you, and they will tell you how far away a dispatcher is.
Here is an example video
Reblog to literally save a life
I’ve done this. I’m alive because of this.
My flat-mate’s date for the night was almost as drunk as her. She had passed out in her room and locked the door. He refused to leave because he wanted to have sex. He also demanded food because he was dealing with “whiskey dick”. He didn’t like the lack of food in the fridge. I called 911, did the stuff stated above, and he was getting PISSED about how long the “order” was taking. He took my phone, demanded they “hurry the fuck up”. Police arrived two minutes later, arrested him, and helped me file a police report. Pressing charges wasn’t necessary because he had warrants on him from THREE different states for the very thing he planned to do to me. Several months after this happened one of the officers informed me he was charged with two felonies because he crossed stay lines, and will be serving no less than 35 years in prison. The officer ripped into my flat-mate about her bringing home complete strangers, while drunk, knowing full well this shit could happen.
This was 14 years ago.
Do the pizza order, do it as calmly as you can. The dispatcher I spoke to said things like this:
“If he’s drunk say you want mushrooms.” I said I want extra mushrooms.
“If he’s threatening you with sexual assault say you want onions.” I said I want onions.
She went like this with different toppings and sauces for a description of him, like pineapple if he’s blonde, black olives if he’s tall, extra large if he’s tall, etc.
They’ve heard this sort of coded call before. They’re trained for it. They will understand what you’re saying. Order the pizza.
“It doesn’t matter.”
This lie is KILLING us, as Christians, as young people, as mothers and fathers, daughters and sons, husbands and wives.
The passivity of “it doesn’t really matter” is slowly ruining our lives. We’re wasting away because we don’t care enough to try.
“My grades don’t really matter.” Really? Because you’re spending a lot of money to learn and do well in those classes. You have to care in order to honor the Lord with your mind and your time.
“Lust and premarital sex don’t really matter because we’re getting married.” Really? Because the choices you (and I !!) make now are permanently affecting the way we see our significant other and how we will relate to each other for the rest of our lives. Not to mention that we’re called to be holy in mind and body.
“Drinking doesn’t really matter, it’s my body and my money and my choice.” Okay, but you’re affecting your body, you’re spending a lot of money, and you’re disobeying the authorities the Lord put above you. What happened to obeying the Lord by submitting to your leaders?
“Wasting time doesn’t really matter, I deserve a break.” Maybe you do. Maybe you work 20, 30, 40+ hours a week and you really do deserve to veg out on the couch. I am the queen of movie watching and netflix bingeing. But there is a time and place for that, and then there is a time for work, diligence, and productivity. The Bible warns that time is short and must be used wisely. Don’t waste your life. I believe in rest, THE BIBLE advocates for rest, but in the right way and at the right time. Read the Bible, pray, sit, seek, and sure, binge. But don’t waste what precious time you’ve been given.
“Dating around doesn’t really matter, I’m just having fun.” Oh girl (or boy), I’ve been there. It does matter. For goodness sake if you haven’t caught on yet, IT ALL MATTERS. Every boy you flirt with, every kiss you give, every truth (or lie) you tell, it matters. You’re selling yourself to a buyer that can’t afford your love. Even if it is “just for fun,” it costs you something. It matters, oh sweetheart it matters.
“Gossip doesn’t matter, I have opinions and friends to share them with. I’m just being real.” Your words matter. Your words sting. Your words have power. Your words will ALWAYS come back to bite you. I’ve learned this over and over and over again. In the name of being honest I’ve said so many things I shouldn’t have said to the wrong people. Again, the Bible speaks so highly of the power of words. Words make or break people. You can bring life or death, give hope or sorrow, make a day or ruin it. Be wise with your words, they matter.
“What I watch / listen to / read / see doesn’t matter, its just entertainment.” What you put into your head makes its way into your heart, whether you realize it or not. I am a lot more aware of my weight when I’ve been watching beautiful fake people on perfect edited screens. I’m a lot more likely to swear when I’ve been listening to or watching things with language. I am genuinely more sexually-minded when I’ve watched or listened to things that even have sexual implications. It matters. It all matters. Gosh I feel like my mom - everything she ever taught me as a child is hitting me now. THIS MATTERS.
Every choice you make affects something or someone. There is no “doesn’t matter.” There is God-glorifying and there is selfish, sinful, and detrimental. No in between. Christians lie to themselves every day just so they can enjoy the benefits of the world with the safety net of God’s grace. I do this EVERY SINGLE DAY. Each of these “don’t matter” statements are things I’ve said to myself. It is so much easier to make excuses and be passive. It is so easy not to care. In the name of being “free” I’ve allowed myself to slip over and over again. I didn’t want to be “uptight” or “judgmental” so I just let it all happen without caring. We constantly chose “easy” instead of right. We constantly lie and say it doesn’t matter. I’m preaching to myself. It all matters. Be disciplined. Be wise. Care. Please care. It matters.
If you think you have blown God’s plan for your life, rest in this. You, my beautful friend are not that powerful.
(via worshipgifs)
I think it’s time to move. (Source)
she went from 😀 to 😨 real quick.
How sweet it is to be loved by you. I’ve heard the words sung a thousand times, but now they feel fresh on my lips. Oh lips, don’t get me started on your lips. Tasting, touching, and taking in every breath that we exchange with those sweet lips. I refuse to believe this is reality. This dream I’m living in where I love you and you love me and we are in a never ending state of euphoria just cannot be reality. I’m walking on air, I’m floating in the clouds, I absolutely must be dreaming.
I don’t want to wake up though. Oh sweet goodness, don’t wake me up. Let this dream live on. Kiss me tenderly and send giddy shivers down my spine as your lips envelop mine. I’ve written so often about the things I’m thankful for or the characteristics I see, but today, I’m reliving every touch. Today because I don’t get to kiss and cuddle and embrace my love until late into the night, I’m driven to write.
But my words aren’t enough. I can’t describe the perfect way he wraps his arms around me or the bliss of every single perfect kiss. I can’t properly express the mess I become when his hands are in my hair and his heart beats with mine. I’m helpless. I’m hopeless. I’m so in love.
Don’t get me wrong, I could survive without it all. All the touching, all the drive to spend hours learning the tricks and trade of kissing all night – those I could live without, as long as he’s by my side. I don’t need these things, but just now, I want to relish in the reality that I GET to kiss this man. I get to hold his hand and kiss his cheek and run my fingers through his hair. I get to utilize every ounce of self control, because I know the wait is worth it. I get to melt into his arms after a long day or a hurried morning. I get to learn every line of his hands and every sweet spot of our kiss. I get to lose my breath because I’m just so overwhelmed by the perfection that is this man wrapped around me.
I could go on, but there’s only so many ways I can verbalize my dreamlike life before it becomes dangerous. Hopefully someday I can fully fall, fully learn, fully taste, fully embrace. Until then, I am so thankful for this kisses, the sweet touches, the warm embrace, the perfect taste of his lips on mine. I am helpless. I am hopeless. I am in love.
So apparently Jefferson was obsessed with making mac and cheese and would serve it all the time and everyone thought it was gross, so this is what I think about every time I hear The Room Where it Happens.
“Well, I arranged the meeting. I arranged the menu, the venue, the seating…”
OK: I forgot to add that Jefferson added a bunch of weird stuff to his macaroni like bourbon and whatnot. So yeah this wasn’t like Kraft or anything, his recipe was just atrocious
things i love about autumn
waking up and my window is cold to the touch
foggy mornings
the forest is filled with 1000 different shades of colors
that smell you can’t describe as anything other than autumn
pumpkin spice lattes
halloween
wearing sweaters and boots and beanies
the crunch of leaves under my shoes
breathing in the cold air
stargazing on crisp nights
the feeling of coziness paired with adventure
drinking hot tea while reading a book outside
Football
Jesus, calm my anxious heart
I am ever over-analyzing
Ever worrying over the endless possibilities
Help me to trust your plan
Remind me that your foolishness is wiser than my wisest thought
I want to see the end result
I want to know that my dreams have some form of fulfillment
I want to know that my heart won’t always be this tired
God, you are good and I am not
You are full of truth, but my head is full of lies
Fill my mind with truth, with wisdom, with you
Let me not be ruled by passion, but by truth
Let me not be like a wave driven and tossed by the wind
Let me steadfast, standing on the rock of your word
Give me a hunger for purity, for love, for empathy
Make me strive for what is good, right, and just
My heart still aches from years of inconsistency
The passions that captivate my heart are also my undoing
Let me not be drawn in by selfishness or petty feelings
Let me be drawn in by holiness
That was so embarrassing I’m never speaking again
I dont even know what you’re talking about but im reblogging
A waitress said “enjoy your meal” and I replied “love you too”
do you ever pretend like you didn’t see something so the other person doesn’t feel embarrassed
750,324 people whose mama taught them right
My heart.
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