#verse24

[zoneofsilence1]

[noipspeaks]

Emergence 1. 24-27

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Emergence 0. 24-28

[bameysbg]

#1Peter #Chapter1 #Verse24 #TheWordOfOurGodWillLastForever - This Scripture always reminds me of a song that we sing in church, by Third Day, "Your Words." The lyrics really help us to remember the power of God's word, and how reliable a source it is for us to utilize because it has always been and always will be there! 🙏🏽 Here Peter is quoting Isaiah 40:6-8, reminding us that everything in this life -- possessions, accomplishments, people -- will eventually fade away & disappear. Only God's will, word, and work are permanent. So we need to stop grasping and pursuing the things that won't last, and start focusing our time, money, and energy on the permanent -- the word of God and our eternal life in Christ. #KeepTheFaith #BLESSED #BuildHisKingdom #StraightNoChaser #GodsWord https://www.instagram.com/p/B3BpC7lgZlW/?igshid=1nfjr9gua6jt4

[aliasimone]

“Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.” #Matthew7 #verse24

[katherineontherun-archive]

[AU] Saving Katherine {Damon & Katherine}

All Katherine had known for the past one hundred or so years had been complete darkness, nothing more than the blackness of her eyelids, her eyes had not opened for over a century now. Her last memory was one that was now blurry, a faded image in the back of her mind. The vampires had been discovered and the men of Mystic Falls had intended to burn them all alive. Little did they know of the tomb beneath the church, a place in which they all had taken refuge from the flames. But once the fire had died down, a spell had trapped them behind the large, stone door, encasing them inside without blood. Eventually, many of them had been driven to madness with the lack of blood, countless fights had taken place, blame had been tossed from one person to another. There was a new culprit every day and that vampire would then become the focus of the anger, each person venting their endless frustration on whomever the victim became that day. Katherine had been blamed many times over the years, accused of being the one to seal the fate they were now faced with. Perhaps they were right, but thankfully, her superior age had kept her alive, the other vampires were no match for her strength considering that she had turned many of them. Eventually, the lack of blood had cast them all into a helpless state. Their bodies began to desiccate and they were each faced with ten to twenty years of utter and complete agony. The tomb had been filled with screams of pain, their bodies drying out, veins scrubbing together like sandpaper in an effort to find some sort of life source. And finally, after twenty years of excruciating pain, the vampires had been given a relief as their bodies had shut down completely and each one of them had been plunged into an eternity of darkness. Perhaps Katherine should have felt sadness towards her current state, after all, she valued her own life and freedom above anything else, she had spent her entire vampire life fighting for it. But the relief of no longer experiencing such pain was too much not to be grateful for and the vampire was content with the darkness that engulfed her. Even in her unconscious state, the hint of a smile existed upon her lips towards the sweet relief of the fire in her veins finally dying down.

Raised voices, the sound of various heartbeats, the scent of human blood, each one of these things infiltrated her unconscious state. Katherine did not have the ability to move, nor even open her eyes, but the nothingness that surrounded her was disturbed by the sounds of life, the life of others. But she shot this assumption down, no one knew of the tomb, no one knew that she still existed. Perhaps it was her own life finally being kind to her, providing her with some sort of dream to give her a break from the darkness. Whatever it was, it seemed incredibly real and the female hung onto each sound she heard, listening carefully to the sound of approaching footsteps, holding on to each noise, any noise, anything that was not the silence of the tomb.