#his peace

[greymvs]

[unapolageticallyb]

I can’t wait to experience this type of love with my husband 🥰❤️😍🫶🏾😘

[livinglifeagainblog]

Daily Devotional

In times of anxiety and uncertainty, the words of Philippians 4:6-7 reminds us of the importance of turning to God in prayer. This passage encourages us to present our requests to Him with thanksgiving, which shifts our focus from our worries to His faithfulness. In a world that often demands perfection and self-sufficiency, it can be easy to forget that our identity is rooted in Christ. We are not defined by our struggles or our ability to control every situation, but by the peace that surpasses all understanding that comes from knowing Him.

Forgiveness plays a key role in this peace. When we let go of our burdens and forgive those who have wronged us, we free ourselves from the chains of bitterness and resentment. This act of surrender not only deepens our relationship with God but also strengthens our connections with others. It's a reminder that we are all imperfect beings, in need of grace and understanding.

In our relationships, both with God and with others, we are called to be vessels of that peace. As we share our fears and seek support, we create a community that reflects Christ's love. This is essential, especially in a time when isolation and anxiety can feel overwhelming.

Today, take a moment to examine your heart. What worries are you holding onto? Are there relationships where you need to offer or ask for forgiveness?

let this be a time of reflection and action. Write down your prayers and ask God to fill you with His peace, transforming your anxiety into trust. Seek to mend any broken relationships, allowing His love to shine through you.

[wiirocku]

Numbers 6:26 (NLT) - May the LORD show you His favor    and give you His peace.’

[gochelle-2]

I’ve got you.

[suckerforsmylex]

His Peace

This one is for the anon(s) who asked for fluff:

All she wanted was for him to come to her and tell her what was eating at him. Of course, she knew that wasn’t his way. He never opened himself up completely to anyone, and that was okay. She wasn’t in a rush and she didn’t need him to bare his soul. He didn’t ask it of her either and that meant no pressure. When they were together, everything with him was pleasure and madness and debauchery she had only dreamt about.

Still, watching his face, she wondered what had happened that had scarred him so deeply and created such a beautiful pile of chaos. The Joker wasn’t easy to read, his moods shifting from euphoric to brooding, with sometimes no warning whatsoever. He was quiet tonight and sulky, his mouth turning up into a snarl as he stared at his phone, scrolling endlessly with boredom.

She watched him timidly from the doorway as he clacked his tongue in frustration. He put the phone down onto his desk and started to pace, his hands opening and then balling into fists, over and over, until his eyes landed on the liquor cart. With a swift motion, he poured something brown and expensive into a heavy, crystal glass, letting himself inhale the heady scent and then tossing it back, running his thumb over the decorative, etched ridges. He needed something else - anything to drown out the noise in his mind.

Reaching for his phone again, he hit a button and the surround sound speakers in his office came roaring to life, classical notes filling the room at a level too loud to be enjoyable. It was only then that he noticed her standing there, in the doorway, studying him like some new kind of creature. He rolled his head on his neck and quickly turned the music down. He rolled his eyes, but with a silent gesture, he beckoned for her and then turned away, placing his palms onto the desk and hanging his head.

All she wanted was for him to come to her. All she wanted was to soothe him. But she knew better than to call for him or start peppering him with questions. Instead, her every movement was measured and fluid as she walked past him, the motion of her soft body like a calm wave on the ocean. She stopped at the window, unlatching it and opening it wide, bringing fresh air and mist into the room. It was raining and the night was heavy with the scent of it, flooding the office with its freshness. The Joker couldn’t help himself, his head turning to peek back at what she was doing, only to find her perched on the plush couch at the other side of the room.

The moment their eyes met, she smiled, her warmth radiating like a heat-seeking missile and with a trajectory towards his shriveled, black heart. He let the smile linger for a moment, not knowing how to process it, before smiling back. It wasn’t one of his murderous grins, but it wasn’t exactly warm either. He didn’t know how to do that or perhaps he didn’t remember. Still, it was more than she’d expected and she was almost proud of him for the effort. He was drawn to her, the way a shark is when it smells blood in the water, and his movements were long and quick until he was standing above her, looking down into her eyes.

Something about the way she looked at him made him pause. Eyes like gigantic saucers stared back at him, a vulnerability there that stoked the violence in him in a way that made his mouth twist. And then, without anything further, he sat beside her, leaning against her arm. They stayed there for a moment, just the movement of their chests rising and falling, before she turned to face him, brushing the emerald green strands that had fallen into his eyes out of the way. The purr that came from him was almost involuntary, a true reaction to the feeling of her touch on his pale skin. She waited a moment and then tapped her lap softly, her head turning away from him momentarily. When she felt his head rest gently on her soft thighs, she let her fingers dance over his hairline gently, caressing and allowing them to run through his hair. It was the first peace he had felt in a long time, his breathing steady and deep as she watched him, fingers circling his temples until he relaxed all the muscles in his face. It was enough to lull him into a momentary sleep, the tranquility he was feeling contagious until she felt her eyes heavy as well. When she awakened, he was gone and the night had become day. All that remained of the night they’d shared was his cologne and her smile.

[r2danger2]

Artoo just became Grogu’s new favorite toy