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Three Goblin Art
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@refined2shine4you
“God has taken me through stuff. Hard stuff. Stuff I didn’t want or ask for. God has let me suffer. He has not explained why and He has not always answered my questions or my prayers. I don’t understand His methods, but I believe He loves me. Sometimes, in the darkest moments, the only thing I have to cling to is the fact that Jesus died for me; but if that were the only evidence I had for His love, it would be enough.”
— Lee Younger (via dear-hannah)
When you see smiles on their faces,
and you hear their laughs of joy,
you discover it's their happiness that matters more,
so much more,
and when you think about yourself,
you find nothing else,
and realization dawns upon you,
when there's no means to find happiness within you,
you might as well live for the moments that make them happy,
those around you.
- DG
Finally! Someone else gets it!!😊👍🏼💗✨🙌🏼
“If the sun chases a home beyond the horizon, shouldn’t we do the same?”
— Vagabond Prophet
@vagabondprophet - Yes indeed ☺️
#RightOn ☀️ #NiceAnalogy
“Is it happiness or is it avoiding sadness?”
— R.J
It is true.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been me.”
— Fernando Pessoa
“Is it happiness or is it avoiding sadness?”
— R.J
“I would not trade the difficult years for all the prosperity in the world. God knows what each one of us must suffer in order to be conformed to the image of Christ.”
—
Paul Washer
New research suggests that ADHD symptoms may lead to hypersexuality (now called Compulsive Sexual Behavior Disorder in ICD-11) among both genders and to problematic pornography use among men. The study appears in The Journal of Sexual Medicine. ADHD (attention deficit hyperactivity disorder) is a highly comorbid disorder with hypersexuality: up to 67% of individuals with […] via PsyPost
“My name is Had. You may know me, but you may not know my new name. You may have no idea what I’ve been through because I do my best to look the same. Oh, I’m scared to death of you. I used to be just like you. I once held my head up high without propping it on my Bible.
I was well respected back then. I even respected myself. I was wholeheartedly devoted to God, and if the truth be known, somewhere deep inside I was sometimes the slightest bit proud of my devotion. Then I’d repent because I knew that I was wrong, and I didn’t want to be wrong. Not ever.
People looked up to me. And life looked good from up there. I felt good about who I was. That was before I was Had. Strangely, I no longer remember my old name. I just remember I liked it. I liked who I was. I wish I could go back. I wish I’d just wake up. But I fear I’m wide awake. I’ve had a nightmare. And the nightmare was me. Had.
If I could really talk to you, if you could really listen, I’d tell you I have no idea how all this happened. Honestly, I was just like you. I didn’t plan to be Had. I didn’t want to be Had. One day I hadn’t, then the next day I had.
Oh, I know now where I went wrong. I rewound that nightmare a thousand times, stopping it right at the point where I departed the trail of good sense. The way ahead didn’t look wrong. It just looked different. Strange, he didn’t look like the devil in that original scene. But every time I replayed it, he dropped another piece of his masquerade. When he finally took off his mask, he was laughing at me. Nothing seems funny anymore. I’ll never laugh again as long as he’s laughing.
If only I could go back. I would see it this time! I’d walk around the trap camouflaged by the brush, and I would not be Had. I would be Proud. Was that my old name? Proud? I can’t even remember who I was anymore. I thought I was Good. Not Proud. But I don’t know anymore. (Hmm…)
Would you believe I never heard the trap shut? Too many voices were shouting in my head. I just knew I had got stuck somewhere unfamiliar, and soon I didn’t like the scenery anymore. I wanted to go home. My ankle didn’t even hurt at first. Not until the infection set in. Then I thought I would die.
I lay like a whimpering doe while the wolf howled in the darkness. I got scared. I pulled the brush over me and hid. Then I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I had to get out of there or I was sure it would kill me. I didn’t belong there. I refused to die there. I pulled and pulled at that trap, but the foothold wouldn’t budge. The blood gushed. I had no way out. I screamed for God. I told Him where I was and the shape I was in. And He came for me.
The infection is gone. He put something on it and cleaned it up instantly. As He inspected my shattered ankle, I kept waiting for Him to say, ‘You deserved this, you know. You’ve been Had.’ Because I did and I know and I have. He hasn’t said it yet. I don’t know whether He will or not. I don’t know how much to trust Him yet. I’ve never known Him from this side. My leg still hurts. God says it will heal with time. But I fear that I will always walk with a limp.
You see, I wrestled with the devil, and he gave me a new name. My name is Had.”
