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TOPIC: CONVICTION! Get a #dailydose of #food for the #soul from #mylibrary and have a #Blessed day! He gets preachers to preach on sins instead of sin. They preach about your conduct instead of your condition. They emphasize the sores on the body instead of the disease within. They preach about what you do instead of what you are. They preach about your your sins of habits; adultery; wife-beating; breaking the Sabbath; and other like sins. By emphasizing these, all of which are wrong, they make the sinner feel condemned and bad, because of what he has done. This brings morbid regret to the sinner, a feeling which he thinks is conviction. He is embarrassed before his sins, but he is not embarrassed before God. Holy Spirit conviction makes a man look, not so much upon his sins outwardly, but upon himself inwardly. He sees himself as a sinner against God; a Christ rejecting, hell-bent rebel against God's Will. This comes from preaching on what a man is, rather than what he does. Holy Spirit preaching emphasize the disease rather than the sores. This brings to a sinner a feeling that he is LOST. "Undone", is the word we used to use when dicribing this feeling. Yes, we knew we had done wrong, but more tham that, we knew we were hopelessly doomed because we were afflicted with the disease of sin, and that there was no remedy except Christ. THIS IS HOLY SPIRIT CONVICTION. The conviction of depression because of our sins, which Satan gives, is a conviction of the "flesh" (fleshly mind); but the conviction which the Holy Spirit gives is of the Spirit, and is based on the truth of what we are, rather than on what we have done. HASHTAG LIBRARY: #conviction #spirit #truth #flesh #satan #sins #depression #disease #Christ #HolySpirit #doomed #GodsWill #fleshlymind #lost #remedy #hopeless #Man #preach #emphasize #condition #conduct https://www.instagram.com/p/BoWxGeLhdak/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=6v5yvbjpnu0c
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Everytime i feel an epiphany coming i have to seriously question myself if I want to let it in. I like the thrilling sensation of being on the verge of a realization, but not allowing yourself to see it fully yet, with no rational reason. I consider myself a hopeless romantic for the pursue of knowledge, forever cursed to linger on the edge between knowledge and ignorance, all this for a couple momens of what seems like eternal bliss, knowing I could know but choosing not to, just so i can feel it again someday.
"A verdade pode libertá-la. Ou simplesmente trucidá-la. Dois jovens com um passado devastador. Um amor capaz de guiá-los numa jornada de descobertas... Sobre vida, amor, confiança e, acima de tudo, o poder da verdade". - Colleen Hoover , Um caso perdido (Hopeless)
I found more sisterhood on strangers than in my own home. -P
I didn’t want them to see my face… Hiding like I was a sinner walking among holiness… Like they could read all my wrongs written on my skin and felt the heaviness of my broken wings where they once used to be… Like I hadn’t any right to be here… -P
Do you have a crush??
Me: Noooooooo
Also me: *writing a poem about him*
It wasn’t commitment fear, it was abandonment fear. There is a big difference but in the end it only means loneliness. -P
Ghost And Mirror
You can’t see me even though you look at me
Hold my hand the touch ice cold like I’m a ghost
And theres no cure for this plague my dear
This pretty shell was always
Rotten from the core and you didnt seem to notice
That im drowning in this ocean of my negative emotions
And theres no saving me my dear
Youre my biggest enemy though youre close to my heart
You call me out and i call to the arms
And theres no saving me dear
You can’t save me my dear
We make gods out of sinners and altars
Out of gutters. We bow,
Heads down in silent reverence,
To fools who beat back the nonbelievers with
violent and wrath and the pious
Call it righteous.
The gutters birth no good saviours; these
streets
Vanquish purity the way Heracles vanquished
the lion and Perseus vanquished the
serpent but they had gods on their side
And we have only demons.
—modern sins equate salvation (y.c.)
-kalika
He's the only one that understands, and I'll never find him again.
He's the only one that understands, and I'll never find him again.
Clarice Lispector, from “That’s Where I’m Going”, Soulstorm: Stories (tr. Alexis Levitin)
✨Star Shower✨
Sometimes I want to take a shower
The star shower
A shower made of stars
Remove my mind so I can drown in it
Slowly losing myself
Having nowhere to be
Oweing my time to nothing
Wearing myself down on the ground
Earth's gravity dragging me down
Returning to the stars in fleeting moments
Hoping for more
Even though I know it won't come
Lovely stars in the sky
Leave me so you never feel the gravity
Only I need to feel this gravity
- I love you
Of course I'll be fine
I'm good on my own
An appartement that's all mine
Decorating however I want, as whimsical as I please
No screaming at 3 am
And I'm safe. The mess is mine. But so is the tidiness. I don't have to leave. This is mine. I'll protect it, and anyone that needs a small haven is welcome. Hot chocolate and cookies will always be here waiting. Such as a couch and a blanket. I can let people stay. No one to ask for permission to be kind and soft and to host a dinner.
A work that I am so excited about. In a region I already love. Discovering myself again. Reinventing myself and getting a third shot at life.
I couldn't be more excited.
But leaving... leaving everything is fine.
But him.
Yet I can't hold on. He isn't mine. And I am not settling. If I can have his friendship. And that's all. I'll always be grateful for that. For it shows me what I want. Even if I am forever looking for him. At least I know what I search for. If my heart is breaking, watching him live his life. That's alright. For I get to witness it. And perhaps, help the happiness along a little.
I know I am fine on my own. Yet I can't imagine being without him. Even now, without having actually had him entertwined in my life.
How do I leave a love so strong. Without giving it a chance. This gift the universe gave me, and I have no choice but to throw it away. How will I stand alone, when I know his quiet strength as it is behind me.
I know how to leave everything and everyone
But him
Am I chasing ghosts?
The one that I had left behind
Searching every new face
That age old familiarity
That thoughtless bond, older than us
Will I ever find such a ghost again,
Or am I meant to be seeking, this life time
One that will quench the thirst
While calming and enraging the fire inside my bones
As his hand ghosting over my scars
A voice that I may pretend is his
Finally hearing my words from his lips
Or am I forever chasing the wind?
Ghosting hands on my waist
Shuddering like a flower in the breeze
When it hits my neck
Just a breeze stroking desperate flesh
For my Birthday. I want to die.
A suicidal soul
Although we weren’t meant to be
Not yet, not this time
You were the one that saved me
From taking my own life.
That moment seemed lively
Under the stars and the moon
I felt relieved finally,
But it ended too soon.
And now I’m here
Months have passed
And it still feels real
Even though you left.
I’m not sad
I accepted it
Everything is set
Afterall, we’re kids.
But what have you done?
I changed that day
The feeling isn’t gone
It just fade.
Why am I thinking of you?
We’re on different paths
What we had is now blue
And that part of my soul is black.
Whatever happens
You come up in my mind.
It quickly flattens
Stays far behind.
Staring at the stars
Rewinding our foolish stories
Was it all false?
It only exists in movies.
When I felt like dying
You gave me that smile
Hugged me while crying
Knowing it takes time.
You listened with honesty
While I shared all that garbage
You didn’t think less of me
Unlocked my heart’s cage.
Then you made me tear up
It burned my cheeks
It could even fill a cup.
I was unable to speak.
You were committed
To another heart
I wasn’t uplifted
How I was before those scars.
It’s not fair
How you made me feel alive
Outside in the cold air
Now I’m completely deprived.
Saved me once
Hurt me forever
Like a dunce
Who’s not my lover
All I want
Is you in many ways
Firstly, to be gone
Secondly, to stay.
We never talk and it feels so shit,
Not if I could do a single thing.
I think about it every minute
But this is just a useless ticket.
This road won’t take us anywhere
And we’ll never be a pair
All I feel is pity,
And I can’t see through clearly.
Somehow everything reminds me of you
Songs, photos and views too.
Unable to kick you out of my mind
For me, you’re one of a kind.
In reality you’re just a person
Important for me, I know this for certain.
I shouldn’t keep my hopes high
Cause I know you’ll just make me cry.
Although it’s not your intention
You always get my attention.
You don’t do this on purpose
But I always and up nervous.
~J
How to get lost... in life
Though I'm relatively young, I've begun to feel, that I've missed or failed chances, which cannot be recovered. I've been inadequately attempting to perfect and sell my book, to be discovered as a genius at basically any field. I've been chasing my impossible and utterly ridiculous dreams. In my pursue of a great life, I've lost sight of what originally motivated me. And I haven't only failed at completing certain goals, I've given in to family expectations, "sane" voices from all around me and to my unadmitted fear of living. There's a part of me, which, along with many of my past chances, cannot be recovered. Well not by me at least... The current state of my life is not even remotely related to my former anticipation. I used to believe, that amazing turns in life are ahead. And yes, I'm still young... But I've just wasted so much: time, resources, connections and most of all spirit.
What do I do now? I still haven't lost hope and in all probability I never will. Still, I don't have the slightest idea of how to act. The ground beneath my feet has shrinked to absolute nil. I can see clearly, how my further actions and plans can never lead to fruition. However, as I've said, I'm bound to hope, I still believe, that life can take an unexpected and rather fortunate turn and this endlessly rushing train will take me to a destination, that overtakes all that my limited mind can dream of now.
I have faith, that my fate is not in my hands. It would be inexpressably tormenting to have no hope for anything beyond my own power. I am grateful that I can dwell in the house of God forever.
I feel that it's like in some books, where the characters have little to no word in shaping their destinies. Well of course, I firmly believe, that my actions and thoughts matter enermously, more than I realise but, in this short post, my only concern was resolving my present predicament.
“This is lust?
I hate it. I absolutely, positively hate this beautiful, magical feeling.”
Hopeless by Colleen Hoover
Biochemistry Struggles
Our professor explaining protein folding! I'm hopeless already with this advanced biochem stuff.....
"And I'm hopelessly in love with him." Is where every reader took a break from reading, to breath and to absorb the feelings of BAZ❤
Ze mood... #hopeless #dionnefarris #slowitdown #fallevenings #schoolnights #poetry
NATG XIV - Day 21
Prompt: Draw a pony following their dreams / Draw a pony feeling defeated.
Based on a screen from Kirby 64.
"Where's Pipp and Misty?" It may have something to do with whatever led to this...
Original:
