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do you ever just think about Jesus living here on earth
i think sometimes we tend to think He just bounced from one miracle to another and everyday was a Bible story but His ministry lasted for three years and the Gospels don’t actually cover that much so
imagine all those ordinary days??
He probably had favorite foods and morning routines and sore dirty feet from walking while sweat ran in His eyes in the hot Judean sun and He got blisters and hiccups and colds and maybe He snored
all the times He laughed till He cried and i bet He had inside jokes with His disciples. imagine having an inside joke with the person who gives you breath to laugh in the first place
and He had human skills He knew how to build a house and cook and wash his clothes and read
passing food at the dinner table and bumping hands with Jesus
talking about silly inconsequential things like the weather
maybe some nights John was sleepy and he leaned against Jesus and could hear His heartbeat
maybe some nights a disciple had insomnia and he climbed out of his bedroll to find Jesus sitting against a rock, looking up at heaven, and they sat and watched the stars together
(the God of the universe looking up through short-sighted eyes at His creation, and the disciple wants so badly to ask what it was like to shape each star, but he looks at those calloused human hands and something in him trembles)
do you ever think that the ordinary days so far outnumbered the miraculous ones that the disciples, sometimes, almost forgot
and then He goes and turns water into wine and feeds five thousand people from a kid’s lunch and brings dead Lazarus walking alive out of the tomb and they just kind of lose their breath
not because they didn’t expect deity to accomplish the impossible but because this God has been living with them
it’s not the miracles that are unthinkable
This is so beautiful.
Also, imagine his ordinary days with his family. Imagine Joseph telling him stories and he listening, paying attention. Imagine when Joseph and Mary put child Jesus in bed and could hear his breathing sounds. Or imagine the inside jokes he had with his mother about his father, or with his father about his mother. Imagine the God of the world not only looking at the stars but also watching the majesty of a sunset. Imagine child Jesus running around the house, singing beautiful and cute cultural songs that Mary might’ve taught him. Imagine his joy when he ate his favorite food or taking a bath after a hot day.
Imagine Joseph’s doubt when figuring out that he would have to teach carpentry to God himself. And that Jesus, the Lord, actually took time to listen and learn his old father’s words. Imagine God’s humble attitudes. We usually say that he humbled himself by coming as a human. But it’s only when we actually think about what makes us human, that we get the idea of how big was it. The God of the world taking time and putting effort to learn what we, merely humans, had to teach/say. And he wanted to. He wanted to be near us. And be one of us. When God lowered himself, that’s when He showed us how big He was.
This my favorite post in the world.
Aw. ❤
This is my favorite post on Tumblr.
Thomas Edison’s Last Words
Some days, life feels too long. But, people don’t like to hear me say that, as if it is a negative statement, as if I do not cherish my life. I’m not allowed to say that sometimes, I feel ready to just sit with God and ask Him if He imagined the sound of rain against stained glass when He created the Sabbath
Thomas Edison’s last words were It’s very beautiful over there.
It’s so beautiful to want to be in God’s presence more than anything else in the world. Some days, when life feels too long, I have a weird, jolted reminder that God’s presence has always been here and will always be here. Always.
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My biggest fear and my biggest dream may be the same thing. On the surface, I do not know what I want to do with my life, what I want my dream career to be. Buried deep, I know. I know full heatedly what my future should look like. But it’s buried right now. I think, I am afraid of what that may cost me. I’m afraid of what obtaining my dream would mean for me.
PSA: Don’t question your Christian friend’s faith in God if they are depressed. Make them food instead.
Hm. Hey guys.
Do you look at someone suffering from hunger, a person in physical pain due to lack of food and say “Hey, I thought you loved Jesus? Where is your faith and hope? Get yourself out of this rut and get back out there.” No. No you do not. Even if they are deeply in love with Jesus, their physical hurt is not erased. If someone is in physical despair, their love for Jesus keeps them chugging along, they keep fighting to live with joy. But their bodies still hurt.
LIKEWISE
Depression does not go away simply by making a decision to remember the eternal salvation you’ll have one day. Jesus gives us the hope and will to keep on fighting the mental battles. He is there for comfort and to heal our soul, and it is beautiful, but our mind are still in pain and struggling and even sometimes losing. There is a root of joy because of Jesus, but really rough days because of the brokenness of the world.
Just a small psa and reminder to not question your Christian friend’s faith when they are depressed. That’s not helpful. What is helpful is prayer, a healthy meal, and showing them funny videos of penguins or something. Idk. literally anything else than asking them if they really know Jesus.
do you ever just think about Jesus living here on earth
i think sometimes we tend to think He just bounced from one miracle to another and everyday was a Bible story but His ministry lasted for three years and the Gospels don’t actually cover that much so
imagine all those ordinary days??
He probably had favorite foods and morning routines and sore dirty feet from walking while sweat ran in His eyes in the hot Judean sun and He got blisters and hiccups and colds and maybe He snored
all the times He laughed till He cried and i bet He had inside jokes with His disciples. imagine having an inside joke with the person who gives you breath to laugh in the first place
and He had human skills He knew how to build a house and cook and wash his clothes and read
passing food at the dinner table and bumping hands with Jesus
talking about silly inconsequential things like the weather
maybe some nights John was sleepy and he leaned against Jesus and could hear His heartbeat
maybe some nights a disciple had insomnia and he climbed out of his bedroll to find Jesus sitting against a rock, looking up at heaven, and they sat and watched the stars together
(the God of the universe looking up through short-sighted eyes at His creation, and the disciple wants so badly to ask what it was like to shape each star, but he looks at those calloused human hands and something in him trembles)
do you ever think that the ordinary days so far outnumbered the miraculous ones that the disciples, sometimes, almost forgot
and then He goes and turns water into wine and feeds five thousand people from a kid’s lunch and brings dead Lazarus walking alive out of the tomb and they just kind of lose their breath
not because they didn’t expect deity to accomplish the impossible but because this God has been living with them
it’s not the miracles that are unthinkable
This is so beautiful.
Also, imagine his ordinary days with his family. Imagine Joseph telling him stories and he listening, paying attention. Imagine when Joseph and Mary put child Jesus in bed and could hear his breathing sounds. Or imagine the inside jokes he had with his mother about his father, or with his father about his mother. Imagine the God of the world not only looking at the stars but also watching the majesty of a sunset. Imagine child Jesus running around the house, singing beautiful and cute cultural songs that Mary might’ve taught him. Imagine his joy when he ate his favorite food or taking a bath after a hot day.
Imagine Joseph’s doubt when figuring out that he would have to teach carpentry to God himself. And that Jesus, the Lord, actually took time to listen and learn his old father’s words. Imagine God’s humble attitudes. We usually say that he humbled himself by coming as a human. But it’s only when we actually think about what makes us human, that we get the idea of how big was it. The God of the world taking time and putting effort to learn what we, merely humans, had to teach/say. And he wanted to. He wanted to be near us. And be one of us. When God lowered himself, that’s when He showed us how big He was.
This my favorite post in the world.
Aw. ❤
things i thought that took me by surprise
if i didn’t love Jesus so much, i’d probably join a Sons of Anarchy like biker gang
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June 1
[2012] I don’t want to end up tired. I don’t want to be one of those moms or wives who work so hard that they just end up worn down. Or a tired adult. I don’t want to be exhausted my whole life.
[2014] I feel as though I spend so much time and effort trying to prove myself to you.I just want to make you proud of me. I feel as though I need to consistantly and constantly earn your love and grace. Like, what I’m doing is nowhere near enough to be in your presence. In your name I pray.
A List of Stories
I’ve been missing my English classes lately. Sometimes, I say I majored in words but really, I majored in stories and people. These are links to some of my favorite stories. They are important. Stories create empathy and connection and God is in them (directly and indirectly). This is a working list.
Joey I Will Wait For You Waiting In Line Clatter A Shadow Of A Doubt All I Have Are Poems and Prayers For Those Who Can Still Ride Airplanes Matting Habits Of The North American Hipster Explaining My Depression To My Mother Reflections on Dating a Kleptomaniac 21 Like Totally Whatever Ebonics 101 For Teenage Girls Some Things You Need To Know Before You Date Me My Honest Poem Laugh With God Shake The Dust
Wrong Question
I've been asking, "Where am I going, Abba?" But He's asking,"What are you seeking,daughter?" Because the answer sure hasn't been Him.
Full Potential
In eleventh grade, i was in Honors English III. My teacher told us we were elite. That we should act elite. That, it’s okay to think we are the elite. After all, we should be more intelligent than our peers. It was an advanced class.
am i still elite?
he asked her what she wanted to know she said everything so he told her about how the dust floating in the sunlight reminds him of his mom’s smile - a.n.p.
Before I Take My Last Final: How Henry Miller and I Became Friends and the Cheesiest Post I Ever Wrote
This morning I met a man named Henry Miller. I had just paid for gas and a coffee and was preparing to get into my car to run a work errand before studying for my last final, when an older man hollered at me from his vehicle.
Henry had just traveled from Oregon, a mystical state that still has attendees who put gas into your car for you. Henry didn’t know how to work the computerized screens at the gas station and wasn’t really sure how to pay for his gas either. I put gas into Henry’s vehicle while showing him step-by-step how to follow the screen’s instructions.
Shortly, I found out Henry used to live in my home town, three blocks away from where my parents live now. He had a job with the railway which brought him up to Oregon with his wife who died three years ago. Now, he is in Iowa in hopes that he may still know some people here. He got lonely in Oregon on his own. We then parted ways, wishing each other well.
It wasn’t a significant interaction until I arrived at campus an hour later and began to think about how my time at UNI is wrapping up.
Three and a half years ago, I would have never gotten to know Henry Miller. I would have assisted him and then went on my way, intimidated by the huge age gap between us. When I was 18, I didn’t know how to interact with people older than me. I didn’t see the significance in making friends with strangers. I didn’t know how to ask people small questions that open up big doors.
College forced me to interact with people. I needed to confront those who intimidated me, I learned how to visit with professors and how to find wiser, older people for advice. I understood the importance of making your own doctor’s appointments and paying close attention when in their offices. I floundered and got flustered when I had confrontations with peers that my mom couldn’t take care of for me.
UNI has taught me a lot of things. I know more about Shakespeare than I ever wanted to, I know how to set up a stage for musicians like Hoodie Allen, I know how many beers is too many beers, I know that if you’re gonna have a magician perform for Homecoming to make sure he doesn’t set the stage on fire, I’ve read and understood The Sound and The Fury - the most difficult book I’ve ever laid eyes on.
But most importantly, I know how to be interrupted, to talk to people ,and really listen to them.
I still think the education system is sucky and it is ridiculous that I can BS tests and essays and still get Bs. and really going to college for an education is a waste of money but yeah go for the life lessons
Thanks, college.
Where is a Hendry Miller now...
i want to live in other people’s words, settle there.
May 13
[2012] it’s my fault probably. i don’t behave like i need them.
[2014] God, i’m uncomfortable. I’m in this mdidle ground of who I used to be, who i know i want to become. thank you for making me feel uncomfortable.
[2015] Lord, my Lord, thank you for being certain. thank you, thank you, for choosing me already.
