#magdaline

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Magdaline Meridian by Brian Horton

[sheabutterbabydoll]

"and for the lovers who found a mirrored heart, it just reminds me i'm without you"

[m-espi]

How Ive missed you. 

[sufferbuddies]

Mary Magdalene is my girl. I don’t care what anybody says—she was ride or die for Jesus. And y’all, don’t skip over her story just because it makes religious folks squirm a little. Some say she was a prostitute, some say she wasn’t—but what we do know is this: sis had seven demons cast out of her (Luke 8:2). SEVEN. That’s not a bad day… that’s a spiritual ICU.

But here’s the part that wrecks me: Jesus didn’t avoid her. He delivered her.

He didn’t shame her. He saved her.

And after He set her free, she never left His side. She wasn’t just around for the miracles and the crowd—she followed Him all the way to the foot of the cross when everybody else was bailing out and hiding. And when they laid Him in the tomb, she stayed close. And on resurrection morning? She was the first person He appeared to. Not Peter. Not John. Mary. The one with the past. The one nobody saw coming. The one He called by name in the middle of her heartbreak (John 20:16). And I say all that to say this:

If you’ve been through hell…

If you’ve battled addiction, abuse, trauma, shame…

If you’ve ever thought you were too far gone to be used by God… Remember Mary.

Because Jesus didn’t just clean her up—He trusted her with the message that He was alive. Let me tell you something: that same power that raised Jesus from the dead lives in YOU (Romans 8:11). He can heal what tried to destroy you. He can restore what was stolen. He’ll meet you in your lowest place and call you by name. So don’t you dare let the enemy use your past to quiet your calling. If He used Mary Magdalene—He can sure enough use you.

COPIED AND PASTED. YOU CAN DO THE SAME.

[m-espi]

La muerte es hermosa

La mortalidad es hermosa acaricia mi mejilla con el toque de vida Y me tienta con mi último aliento

Sabiendo que cualquier ruta que tome podría ser mi última, Pero lo desconocido es lo que me llama en noches frías y solitaria

Cuando todo lo que tengo es la luna para llevarme de nuevo a un tiempo Donde yo no existía,

Porque no temo la muerte La muerte es lo único que es seguro, La muerte es la única cosa en la que podemos confiar.

[m-espi]

Losing something means there’s room to gain something else..When you lose love, you project your emotions onto nature, other people, hobbies, and yourself. In the end, sadness is just a conflicting emotion that surprisingly makes us whole. Lost love is never actually lost.