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spiritualinspiration:

TEN THINGS GOD WON’T ASK ON THAT DAY    1. God won’t ask what kind of car you drove, He’ll ask how many people you drove who didn’t have transportation.    2. God won’t ask the square footage of your house, He’ll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.    3. God won’t ask about the clothes you had in your closet, He’ll ask how many you helped to clothe.    4. God won’t ask what your highest salary was, He’ll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.    5. God won’t ask what your job title was, He’ll ask if you performed your job to the best of our ability.    6. God won’t ask how many friends you had, He’ll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.    7. God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived, He’ll ask how you treated your neighbors.    8. God won’t ask about the color of your skin, He’ll ask about the content of your character.    9. God won’t ask why it took you so long to seek Salvation, He’ll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven, and not to the gates of Hell.    10. God won’t have to ask how many people you forwarded this to, He already knows whether or not you are ashamed to share this information with your friends.

spiritualinspiration:

TEN THINGS GOD WON’T ASK ON THAT DAY

    1. God won’t ask what kind of car you drove, He’ll ask how many people you drove who didn’t have transportation.

    2. God won’t ask the square footage of your house, He’ll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.

    3. God won’t ask about the clothes you had in your closet, He’ll ask how many you helped to clothe.

    4. God won’t ask what your highest salary was, He’ll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.

    5. God won’t ask what your job title was, He’ll ask if you performed your job to the best of our ability.

    6. God won’t ask how many friends you had, He’ll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.

    7. God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived, He’ll ask how you treated your neighbors.

    8. God won’t ask about the color of your skin, He’ll ask about the content of your character.

    9. God won’t ask why it took you so long to seek Salvation, He’ll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven, and not to the gates of Hell.

    10. God won’t have to ask how many people you forwarded this to, He already knows whether or not you are ashamed to share this information with your friends.

(via jer31v3)

Reblogged from wwide-eyedgazee
fuckyeahmatthewrocks:

p.s. demi is my hero <3

I’m huge on this now… I love Demi so much.

fuckyeahmatthewrocks:

p.s. demi is my hero <3

I’m huge on this now… I love Demi so much.

Beautiful

This one is connected to the one before. My body and (past) obsession with human/physical beauty was one of my idols. These were my contemplations on the subject:

(Some verses that tagged along- 2Cor 3:18, Psalm 103:13-14, Romans 5:8, Isaiah 1:18, Heb 10:14, Isiah 64:8, 2Cor 5:17, Colossians 1:22, PSALM 8:3-5, Philippians 1:6, Deut 32:6b, Psalm 139:13-16, and Prov 31:30)

I did not create my body and alone I cannot change what I dislike about it. Beauty never helped anyone, really, or accomplished anything. Beauty does not provide love, wisdom, strength, purity, skill, or creativity. Beauty won’t even make you good in bed (Seriously, what’s the point of beauty when the lights go out?).

Beauty causes problems in the short amount of time it has (Prov 31:30). Beauty is a matter of chance, opinion, context, and culture. Some women in certain African tribes have to be 300+ lbs before they’re even considered acceptable. It’s all a matter of taste and even bad boys/men will admit that when all is said and done they want a woman with a beautiful heart, mind, spirit, and personality and her appearance is, like, bonus. (I have some of the best gentlemen in the world as brothers and they will testify to this remark wholeheartedly, I’m sure).

It’s not 100% of the time going to be like that with people, but it should be because that’s what God’s love is like:

He made me perfect. I (having an ugly heart) screwed it up and ate the fruit of sinfulness until I was fat, tasting that it was bad I tried to vomit it out, but even after I was only stretch-marked skin and bones the sin was not gone. I looked upon sinful things until my eyes bled, cursed until my lips cracked, laughed and wickedness until my face contorted, and I coveted, groped, grabbed, caressed, and clung to the most worthless things until my hands were twisted, constricted, hard, and dry. No one made me do it… I wanted to, I chose to, and I loved what I was doing. I dwelled on darkness until my mind was black, and the blackness spread through me like a cancer, and I cut pieces of my heart out and sold them to wretched people for mere winks, laughs, hugs, or meaningless kisses, but these wretches didn’t keep the pieces because even they were disgusted by my heart. And finally at the end when I was so unbearably ugly, so distorted, and empty that my body was indistinguishable as human, let alone woman, I cried, screamed, croaked, ached, begged for death and tried to find it, knowing that Hell was waiting and I would only die a deeper, darker, irreversible death. 

But God was still in love with me. He remembered what my heart, mind, and body had been, and still could be. He remembered my laugh and my (crooked) smile. I was so SO so indescribably ugly, but He loved me. He didn’t just leave that way, though, and keep loving me as I was… He loved me so much He didn’t leave me the same. He tortured and killed the MOSTbeautiful, precious being that ever existed so that I could be beautiful again. He did that for me because was ugly. Not just for Himself. For me. He loved me while I was still vomit, but changed me so that I could love me, too. 

Stars

(I made a tumblr because I didn’t feel like posting this on Facebook… so, Abby and Kerisa, this is basically it… I may post more stuff, we’ll see.)

This is just a section of what my devos involved yesterday and today. Psalm 119:16 says “I will delight myself in your statutes.” and Psalm 37: 5(?) says that when we delight ourselves in the Lord and His law, He will give us the desires of our heart… so I was like “How do I  delight in the ‘rules’ ?” and that got me onto other stuff that I don’t feel like writing down right now… but long story short, I started reanalyzing the ten commandments, trying to make them not just restrictions and rules, but also joyful things. Looking at them as promises (Because that’s what they are). Anyway, on the second one (no idols)… I made a list of idols that aren’t necessarily bad things and, of course, love was one of them. (Or lack of love). Because it is an idol for me. No argument, end of story. It is… so I went through all this stuff that I may post later that had to do with love, but God reminded me of this one night that has made a big impact on me:

I was looking up at the stars all alone and I was probably being wicked stupid in my head. Thinking about somebody stupid or being like sigh, I’m so lonely… durr dee durr. Who knows… maybe I was or wasn’t, but probably. Whatever happened before that doesn’t matter. All I know is God spoke.

If you are ever under a clear open sky of stars I encourage, even challenge, you to let this be spoken to you. Consider it. It’s rather astounding and sobering, but also a wonderful thing. And let’s make this clear: I did not come up with this. When God speaks to me, I hear Him like how I sometimes talk- blunt, sarcastic, sometimes teasing, but He’s always solid, unmistakable, truthful, and full of grace- and what I am about to write is my paraphrase, but it is the truth. 

(I let Him just speak and listened and obeyed, which is not typical… but I’m again saying that this is all Him).

He said:

See all those stars in this night sky? I made those stars. Now, you can try to call one of these your star and wish on it, but most of them have been bought by or for people or they are just called for, set apart, or discovered by people with modern technology, money, or just people who looked up one lonely night and claimed their star. Being God, I know that not every star in this sky can be seen, named, or claimed. Stars are born and they die and they move and change and leave your sight when I will them to. 

Now, let’s say you only had one wish, and only one star could grant that wish. Wouldn’t you want to make sure you wish on the right star? 

Of course, your tendency is to want to wish on the brightest stars, the brightest ones are the most beautiful, and they’re brighter because they’re closer.You may even know their names. But what if these stars are not intended to be your stars? What if they can’t grant your wish? They would try and so would you, but do you really want to waste a complete and perfect wish? Maybe.

But guess what…  I know your star. I’m looking at it right now. Maybe it’s completely out of your sight, maybe you’ve never seen it before… Are you going to waste your wish on the North star because it’s close and convenient? Still going to search? Okay, go ahead. Oops, you just looked past it. Are you going to wish on that shining one because it’s so beautiful and just feels right? Go ahead. I will catch you when your star falls. But you only have one wish, and there will be other nights and other skies… just sayin’.

Now, let’s pretend these stars are people. Let’s pretend they’re men. One of them is your man. But look around: there are millions and only one is yours. Are you going to chase after the close, familiar, convenient ones, the bright exciting ones, the beautiful ones, the falling ones?

Or are you going to wait until I(who know exactly which one is yours- I made it and I’m holding it, keeping a close watch on how it shines) show you which one is yours? 

For all you know, I may have set apart one of the brightest for you. What if your star is a star!? A celebrity? You think he’s too good for you. Wealthy, talented, unbearably handsome, and he loves me, but he’s too far, too much for little you, stuck on earth. Are you God? Quit wasting your time on that hometown loser… this one could be yours!

Or are you obsessed with that unique, exciting one? You’re wasting your time. It’s an airplane. And your lovely star has been waiting in a whole different part of the sky.

Hey, what if you waste all your time debating whether or not to wish on one star and your star, your only star dies. It burns out and you didn’t wish on it when I told you to. 

LOOK UP AND REALIZE ONCE AND FOR ALL THAT I AM GOD AND YOU ARE NOT. I KNOW HIM AND YOU DON’T. I could make all of these stars fall. All dead. And you would be alone in a dark night. No stars, no wish. Would you beg me for just one? Just a singular star so you wouldn’t be quite so alone? I had one for you and you didn’t want it. You didn’t wait. But fear not.

When you look up into a starry sky, remember. He’s out there, up there, waiting. I’ve left them all up there for now. 

You only have one wish and only one star can grant it. Only I know your star.

So that’s basically how it went. Whether you believe that we have someone set apart for us, or not, God made you and He made all men. You will end up with one of them and God knows exactly who it is, and don’t think that what you do with guys now won’t effect your future, because it will more than you are able to comprehend. 

That was my devos… how was yours? :) 

Reblogged from mymasqueradeparade
Who’s to say that it takes something like a drug to mess with your perception of reality?
How did Hitler deceive a nation? How can one group of people look at the world and see one thing, and another see something completely different? One sees a town, another sees a desert. One sees beauty, another sees chaos. The skin of this world.
Ted Dekker (via mymasqueradeparade)