#scriptura

[daggerdoggy]

Ours, Phillip B Williams

[the-scriptura]

1 Peter 1:15-16

“...be holy in all your conduct...”

Have a great day with God, God bless you!

[amicitiaas]

Learner’s Permit

Who do you think was the fully licensed driver that sat in with Ignis while he still had his permit and was getting driving hours in? Cor sometimes? For Regis’ peace of mind? He trusts Ignis but he’s fifteen and a half and Noctis is fourteen and that’s a nightmare waiting to happen. Mostly it’s a Crownsguard who gets Prince driving duty. (It’s an easy shift; Ignis is a fantastic and safe driver at 15).

But sometimes it’s Gladio who’s had his full license for a whole year and that doesn’t really put Regis or Clarus at ease, but technically, it’s practice for all of them. 

Ignis doesn’t like taking Prompto home sometimes, just for these six months, while he’s practicing because the boys in the back are distracting sometimes and Gladio tries to break it up with a “Don’t make me turn this car around”

And Ignis slams on the brakes. Tells Prompto to sit in the front and Gladio to sit behind the driver’s seat so Ignis can glare at him through the rear view mirror.

[aalam-e-aftaab]

You told me once that we shall be judged by our intentions, not by our accomplishments. I thought it a grand remark. But we must intend to accomplish—not sit intending on a chair. 

A page from the original manuscript of E.M. Forster’s Where Angels Fear to Tread (1905).

[foipuroamor]

500 anos da Reforma Protestante (1517 - 2017). Sola Gratia • Sola Fide • Solus Christus • Sola Scriptura • Soli Deo Gloria

[daggerdoggy]

Model Home, Rivers Solomon

This book is fucking me UP. Might be my favorite I've read this year.

[daggerdoggy]

3/21/26 – how can you tell if the fear is a normal part of the leap of faith or a warning sign?

[daggerdoggy]

Being a nun is a kind of voluntary androgyny, although we never really thought of ourselves as anything other than celibate girls or, (if you were especially mature) women... For my part, I'd become so focused on the otherworldly, through grieving my father's death, that gender didn't even register, or resonate as an issue. I was me, and not to be biologically confined. What lay beyond the physical was where the action was at, and it loomed much larger than boobs and periods. Why spend your life thinking about your body when you had a soul? Why settle for the finite when the infinite was on offer?

Cloistered: My Years as a Nun, Catherine Coldstream