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in-omni-scientia · 5 months

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Every time you and Authority speak with each other there's an Energy... Chemistry, on might say. Ever considered just asking the guy out? (Empathy would probably be cool about it)

ENCYCLOPEDIA — 'Cool about it'? Well, they *have* said before they would support us no matter what we did, but I'd like to draw attention to the fact they've previously shown distress at the prospect of losing us to someone else. AUTHORITY — Sure, whatever, but are we just going to ignore the fact Suggestion exists too? That'd be fucked up to do that to him. COMPOSURE — You guys are boring. I could totally whip up something, anon, just give me some time to gather some inspo. VOLITION — I think maybe we should be taking into account the fact I just *don't* feel that way first and foremost?? No confessions are going to be happening. Not sorry. AUTHORITY — No, the *biggest* fucking issue is that you take fifty goddamn morale damage every time he even LOOKS at you. That's not fucking good to build a relationship on. Manage *that* first before you even consider a FRIENDSHIP, fuckwit. By the way, have you ever considered that in your shit-ass relationship with Empathy, you don't-- VOLITION — No. PERCEPTION — Okay. But, what if-- VOLITION — Nope. ENCYCLOPEDIA — That would be an interesting theoretical to ponder, though. If Au-- VOLITION — My verdict is final, dammit. ENCYCLOPEDIA — Okay.

COMPOSURE [Legendary: Failure] — O, Authority! How, the nonpareil! In time we hate that which we often fear – and fear the flutter of our pages when ye wert near, sir-reverence, we didst… Fie upon’t, foh! Our maltreatments leave a foul taste in our mouth.

VOLITION — What are you doing. AUTHORITY — Oh, for fuck's sake.

COMPOSURE — O me, I cry your worships mercy! Beseech you, sovereign, give’s pardon. What our contempts doth often hurl from us, we wish it ours again… the prevailing prejudices, by revolution lowering, does become the opposite of itself. Byrlady…

VOLITION — ...Hey, wait. Didn't we hear someone-- ENCYCLOPEDIA — What does 'byrlady' mean, Composure?

COMPOSURE — I knoweth not!!!! ⠀⠀Y’wrest’d us from the clammy grips of death with absolute celerity, my lord, and with this hast wrest from us our grip on our wanton feelings. Alack, we do regret our decadence, ‘tis dishonourable to hurt th’heart of sweet Empathy--

VOLITION — Keep Empathy's name out of your fucking mouth. ENCYCLOPEDIA — Also, would you do us the service of not referring to us as a collective, in this instance? I am not regretting any decadence right now for I have not participated in it.

COMPOSURE — --but mine aching heart balance the feather of austerity. ⠀⠀E’en so! The possibility we are doom’d to belove more than beloved oft agnize I, the arm of your companion’s body ye art. But my lungs ‘chill not contain this blaze no longer… thou art the greatest soldier of the world, the heart where mine thoughts did kindle. Made from fire and air, you and I, the other elements left to baser life, and your continued breath alone fans my flame. ⠀⠀Prithee, allow me to be the armourer of your steely heart. I ask no more. In fine, for the love of Love and her soft hours, let’s not confound the time with conference harsh. ⠀⠀Come, sir, come, I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love...

PERCEPTION — Where did that spotlight come from? No, wait, where did those paper roses come from...? COMPOSURE — Thank you, thank you! Oh, you've been such a beautiful audience! PERCEPTION — Wait, Poseur dON'T-- ⠀⠀Oof... COMPOSURE — fffffffffff AUTHORITY — Just because I share a name doesn't mean I'm gonna catch you when you swoon, dickhead! COMPOSURE — You're a *shit* acting partner! AUTHORITY — You're a *shit* skill!

VOLITION — ...Uh. So. What's with the EModS? COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] — Ooh, want an encore with even older Suresne, do we? Of course I will give that to you. Khm, khm... ⠀⠀Lufast ðū mē? Ðū mē scýedest mid frēondsċipe hæfdest, ic eomge-feall-en-- ENCYCLOPEDIA — Quit that. I can accept plagiarising from creative works, but academic texts are where I draw the line. COMPOSURE — Uh. Isn't plagiarising from academic texts all you do, though...?

#contains: txt #author/s: me #contains: answers #skillsposting #ooc: if you noticed any mistakes in the elizabethan and old english portions of this text #then please email me at [email protected]!#ok but seriously there is genuinely no way that old english is correct MINIMUM I couldn't work out how you were supposed to order sentences #<- guy who isn't a linguist and can't even comprehend SVO or whatever shit beyond 'john caught the ball'#btw the old english is *supposed* to be something like #'do you love me?' (loveth thou me?)#'you have tempted me with friendship' (you me tempted with friendship have) <- main part im iffy on #'i have fallen--' (i am fallen)#AND BY THE WAY 70% OF THE EModE IS LIFTED FROM ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA (THE PLAY)#after that rhetoric blog sent the ask abt the portfolio to drama (even if it was bait) im sooo . nervous erhhm

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mediocre-daydreams · 2 years

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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐧 | 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: after taking etiquette classes, sirius confesses his feelings for you in shakespearean.

w/c: 1.6k

notes: friends to lovers, fluff + jealous! emotionally incompetent!sirius, name puns, one swear?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“your parents sent you to etiquette lessons?” james scoffed, leaning back in his seat. you and the other four marauders were once again riding the hogwarts express towards an exciting sixth year. as usual, your shared compartment was full of chatter. you and sirius took one side of the benched seats with james, remus, and peter in front of you.

“aye, mine own moth’r bethought i wast out of controleth,” sirius said straightfaced.

peter snorted. “you can’t be serious.”

“what art thee claiming? i am, at each moment-”

“you’re always sirius. yes, that was a clever one, good sir,” you finished, struggling to hide the mortifyingly huge grin that threatened to escape every time sirius was around.

it had been months since you’d seen him, which felt unfair, because james got to see him every day. and the four of them would always gather during the full moon to help remus with his transformations and you didn’t have an animagus form that would allow you to join.

“mine own loveth, thou art the only one who is’t und’rstands me,” sirius swooned, placing a hand around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

you blushed and averted your eyes, an action which did not go unnoticed by the ever-perceptive remus lupin.

“what are you on, pads?” james shook his head, amused. “c’mon, we all know you’re not being seri- for real.”

sirius sighed. “fine, i concede. i have no clue what that rat-faced bastard—sorry, wormtail—was talking about. it was mostly stuff like memorizing the ‘lineage of the noble house of black,’” sirius raised his voice mockingly, “and ‘gentlemanly manners for a young pureblood bachelor like yourself.’”

“you? a bachelor? do they know that you’re in a very loving, committed relationship?” you joked, poking his side which was like a jab to your own stomach.

“oh yes, they knoweth much about mine own womanizing ways,” sirius muttered sarcastically. what you, nor james or peter knew was that sirius hadn’t so much as talked to a girl in months (with the exception of family, but they were more like demon-spawn than human women). it wasn’t that he didn’t have the opportunity to—oh merlin, not at all; women were throwing themselves at his feet—but because he had no interest anymore.

remus cleared his throat. “and wouldst thee liketh to speak of courting such maidens in particular?” he raised his eyebrows at sirius. i’m giving you an opening.

“uh- sorry, i didn’t understand you,” sirius lied.

“won’t you tell us about your summer escapades?” remus rolled his eyes, knowing that sirius was going to chicken out of admitting his feelings towards you once more.

“there’s nothing to tell,” sirius said truthfully.

“oooh, pads doesn’t kiss and tell,” you smirked, nuzzling closer to him. “don’t worry, you can trust me. i’m good at keeping secrets,” you whispered into his ear seductively. shit, was that too far?

“cheeky girl!” sirius squished your nose teasingly, perhaps to hide the flush creeping up his neck and the new goosebumps littering his arms at your proximity and words. “trust me, if i had any romantic endeavors worth sharing, you’d be the first to know.”

remus wanted to bash sirius’ head in. he glared at sirius. you big fucking liar!

leave me alone! i’ll tell her! …someday!

you’ve been saying that for the past two years, romeo! maybe you should’ve paid more attention in your bachelor training lesson or whatnot, because you clearly have no idea what you’re doing!

“y’guys okay?” james narrowed his eyes at the intense silent exchange between remus and sirius. peter waved his hand in front of remus’ face.

“yes! totally fine,” sirius blurted loudly and unexpectedly, “terrific, actually! super good.”

you looked at him oddly, but your thoughts were interrupted by peter suddenly announcing his dire need for the bathroom (the poor boy always got motion sick) and the knock of the trolley witch on the compartment window.

“treats!” james exclaimed, jumping out of his seat immediately. you laughed and looped your arm around his on his way out the door, and he dragged you into the corridor.

sirius watched the two of you longingly, jealous of the way james would tousle your hair and the way you’d pretend to get upset with that stupid, adorable huff. he scowled when you’d push james’ glasses up his nose for him with such casual affection and how he’d pinch your cheek teasingly only to be rewarded with one of those brilliant smiles sirius wished could be for him. he glared when your hands brushed as you both reached for trolley treats, and when-

remus’ voice snapped sirius out of his daze.

“alright, i’m putting an end to this,” remus declared, slamming his fist into his open palm decisively. “if you don’t confess before we arrive at the castle, i am not letting you off this train.”

sirius looked at remus incredulously. “you can’t do that.”

“who says i can’t? i’ve gotten pretty good at the full-body bind curse, if i do say so myself. would you like to be my first test subject?” remus reached for his wand threateningly.

“right! okay, i’ll do it. i’ll try.” sirius was silent for a beat. “…how exactly would one go about doing that?”

the compartment door slid open and you and james breezed through with snack-laden hands. you practically jumped onto sirius’ lap, cozying up to his chest like you hadn’t been making his heart palpitate. you scrounged through your pile and held up a caldron cake for sirius triumphantly.

“for you!” you beamed, twisting your torso to stare up at him with such delight that the boy wanted to melt into the velvet cushion lining.

“t-thank you!” he stammered, unusually nervous. “that’s sweet. i mean, you’re sweet. you didn’t have to buy me anything, though. i’m not that hungry. but thanks.”

your face fell momentarily. “oh, sorry then. you don’t have to eat it, of course. no pressure.”

“no- no, i’ll eat it! it’s a gift from you. i- thank you.”

as you opened a chocolate frog box, lupin mouthed at sirius you’ve said that three times already.

sirius pinched the bridge of his nose. merlin save me, this is going to be the worst train ride of my life. he peeked out the window and to his horror, saw the thick forest that indicated the castle was less than 20 minutes away.

you munched on a leg of your chocolate frog contentedly, pressing yourself closer to sirius’ chest. as much as he loved the way his head nestled perfectly into the crook of your shoulder and the smell of your shampoo and the soft, sweet breaths that occasionally tickled his face, he hated how obviously his body was responding to your touch. he was genuinely surprised that you hadn’t picked up on his furious heartbeat.

“dove, can i talk to your for a second?” he murmured into your ear, looking straight at the carpet and refusing to make eye contact with anyone.

you looked confused but agreed. he never felt like he deserved someone like you, who was so easily trusting and loyal to someone like him.

the trolley witch had long finished her rounds at your corridor when sirius pulled you outside your compartment.

“siri, is everything okay?”

sirius’ hand snuck beneath his hair and scratched the back of his neck. “yeah, yeah. nothing’s wrong, necessarily, it’s just that i- er,”

you quirked your head stepping closer to him. sirius took a step back nervously.

“hey, you know i mean it when i say you can tell me anything, right? i’m not just joking in front of the other boys, i- i mean it with you.” you paused and then smiled slyly. “perhaps you could say that i’m sirius about it.”

sirius chuckled, looking to the side—anywhere but your face, really. you extended a hand, rising onto your toes to coax his gaze back at you. somehow, you’d ended up with sirius’ back pressed against the corridor wall, with you “boxing” him in. well, if boxing in was more like you standing in front of him as he metaphorically shrunk under your gaze.

“oh fuck it, i’ve just gotta- ilikeyou.”

“you need the loo? i’m sure peter should be done any moment now, you-”

sirius groaned, combing his fingers through his hair in frustration. “no, i’m- bloody hell, i like you. i like you… non-platonically. as in, i’m really in love with you and i can’t think straight so words are just falling out of my mouth right now and i’m sorry,” he gasped, catching his breath.

you stared at him with your mouth open. sirius winced at your wordlessness.

“so…?”

“thee liketh me? thee… loveth me?”

“um… thou art c’rrect.”

you blinked at him a few times before bursting into giggles, slapping your hand over your mouth to muffle them. sirius looked hurt.

“no- siri, i’m so sorry. i- i loveth thee too! i just hadn’t expected; well, i had made this big plan with lily to… bid thee how i hath felt the first week we did get backeth, but thee did beat me, i supposeth.”

sirius squinted his eyes at you in disbelief. “you are so annoying! i can’t believeth i loveth thee,” he complained, rubbing his eyes in frustration. “you’re so insufferable sometimes that i just want to kiss you stupid,” sirius grumbled.

“then kisseth me, thee coward!”

sirius didn’t need etiquette lessons to understand that one.

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likeniobe · 9 months

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andrew marvell, "the nymph complaining for the death of her fawn"

The wanton troopers riding by Have shot my fawn, and it will die. Ungentle men! they cannot thrive To kill thee. Thou ne’er didst alive Them any harm, alas, nor could Thy death yet do them any good. I’m sure I never wish’d them ill, Nor do I for all this, nor will; But if my simple pray’rs may yet Prevail with Heaven to forget Thy murder, I will join my tears Rather than fail. But oh, my fears! It cannot die so. Heaven’s King Keeps register of everything, And nothing may we use in vain. Ev’n beasts must be with justice slain, Else men are made their deodands; Though they should wash their guilty hands In this warm life-blood, which doth part From thine, and wound me to the heart, Yet could they not be clean, their stain Is dyed in such a purple grain. There is not such another in The world to offer for their sin.

Unconstant Sylvio, when yet I had not found him counterfeit One morning (I remember well) Tied in this silver chain and bell, Gave it to me; nay, and I know What he said then; I’m sure I do. Said he, “Look how your huntsman here Hath taught a fawn to hunt his dear.” But Sylvio soon had me beguil’d, This waxed tame, while he grew wild; And quite regardless of my smart, Left me his fawn, but took his heart.

Thenceforth I set myself to play My solitary time away, With this, and very well content Could so mine idle life have spent; For it was full of sport, and light Of foot and heart, and did invite Me to its game; it seem’d to bless Itself in me. How could I less Than love it? Oh, I cannot be Unkind t’ a beast that loveth me.

Had it liv’d long, I do not know Whether it too might have done so As Sylvio did; his gifts might be Perhaps as false or more than he. But I am sure, for aught that I Could in so short a time espy, Thy love was far more better then The love of false and cruel men.

With sweetest milk and sugar first I it at mine own fingers nurst; And as it grew, so every day It wax’d more white and sweet than they. It had so sweet a breath! And oft I blush’d to see its foot more soft And white, shall I say than my hand? Nay, any lady’s of the land.

It is a wond’rous thing how fleet ’Twas on those little silver feet; With what a pretty skipping grace It oft would challenge me the race; And when ’t had left me far away, ’Twould stay, and run again, and stay, For it was nimbler much than hinds, And trod, as on the four winds.

I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness; And all the spring time of the year It only loved to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should lie; Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes; For, in the flaxen lilies’ shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed Until its lips ev’n seemed to bleed, And then to me ’twould boldly trip And print those roses on my lip. But all its chief delight was still On roses thus itself to fill, And its pure virgin limbs to fold In whitest sheets of lilies cold. Had it liv’d long it would have been Lilies without, roses within.

O help, O help! I see it faint, And die as calmly as a saint. See how it weeps! The tears do come, Sad, slowly dropping like a gum. So weeps the wounded balsam, so The holy frankincense doth flow; The brotherless Heliades Melt in such amber tears as these.

I in a golden vial will Keep these two crystal tears, and fill It till it do o’erflow with mine, Then place it in Diana’s shrine.

Now my sweet fawn is vanish’d to Whither the swans and turtles go, In fair Elysium to endure With milk-white lambs and ermines pure. O do not run too fast, for I Will but bespeak thy grave, and die.

First my unhappy statue shall Be cut in marble, and withal Let it be weeping too; but there Th’ engraver sure his art may spare, For I so truly thee bemoan That I shall weep though I be stone; Until my tears, still dropping, wear My breast, themselves engraving there. There at my feet shalt thou be laid, Of purest alabaster made; For I would have thine image be White as I can, though not as thee.

#texts #diss #17

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pugzman3 · 7 months

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John 16:25-33 KJV

25 These things have I spoken unto you in proverbs: but the time cometh, when I shall no more speak unto you in proverbs, but I shall shew you plainly of the Father.

26 At that day ye shall ask in my name: and I say not unto you, that I will pray the Father for you:

27 For the Father himself loveth you, because ye have loved me, and have believed that I came out from God.

28 I came forth from the Father, and am come into the world: again, I leave the world, and go to the Father.

29 His disciples said unto him, Lo, now speakest thou plainly, and speakest no proverb.

30 Now are we sure that thou knowest all things, and needest not that any man should ask thee: by this we believe that thou camest forth from God.

31 Jesus answered them, Do ye now believe?

32 Behold, the hour cometh, yea, is now come, that ye shall be scattered, every man to his own, and shall leave me alone: and yet I am not alone, because the Father is with me.

33 These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.

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officialyourdailyinspiration · 10 months

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True Vine by Andrew Murray

"Even as the Father Hath Loved Me, I Also Have Loved you." — John 15:9

Here Christ leaves the language of parable, and speaks plainly out of the Father. Much as the parable could teach, it could not teach the lesson of love. All that the vine does for the branch, it does under the compulsion of a law of nature: there is no personal living love to the branch. We are in danger of looking to Christ as a Saviour and a supplier of every need, appointed by God, accepted and trusted by us, without any sense of the intensity of personal affection in which Christ embraces us, and our life alone can find its true happiness. Christ seeks to point us to this.

And how does He do so? He leads us once again to Himself, to show us how identical His own life is with ours. Even as the Father loved Him, He loves us. His life as vine dependent on the Father was a life in the Father’s love; that love was His strength and His joy; in the power of that divine love resting on Him He lived and died. If we are to live like Him, as branches to be truly like our Vine, we must share in this too. Our life must have its breath and being in a heavenly love as much as His. What the Father’s love was to Him, His love will be to us. If that love made Him the true Vine, His love can make us true branches. “Even as the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you.”

Even as the Father hath loved Me—And how did the Father love Him? The infinite desire and delight of God to communicate to the Son all He had Himself, to take the Son into the most complete equality with Himself, to live in the Son and have the Son live in Him—this was the love of God to Christ. It is a mystery of glory of which we can form no conception, we can only bow and worship as we try to think of it. And with such a love, with this very same love, Christ longs in an infinite desire and delight to communicate to us all He is and has, to make us partakers of His own nature and blessedness, to live in us and have us live in Himself.

And now, if Christ loves us with such an intense, such an infinite divine love, what is it that hinders it triumphing over every obstacle and getting full possession of us? The answer is simple. Even as the love of the Father to Christ, so His love to us is a divine mystery, too high for us to comprehend or attain to by any effort of our own. It is only the Holy Spirit who can shed abroad and reveal in its all-conquering power without intermission this wonderful love of God in Christ. It is the vine itself that must give the branch its growth and fruit by sending up its sap. It is Christ Himself must by His Holy Spirit dwell in the heart; then shall we know and have in us the love that passeth knowledge.

As the Father loved Me, so have I loved you—Shall we not draw near to the personal living Christ, and trust Him, and yield all to Him, that He may love this love into us? Just as he knew and rejoiced every hour—the Father loveth Me—we too may live in the unceasing consciousness—as the Father loved Him, so He loves me.

As the Father loved Me, so have I loved you. Dear Lord, I am only beginning to apprehend how exactly the life of the Vine is to be that of the branch too. Thou art the Vine, because the Father loved Thee, and poured His love through Thee. And so Thou lovest me, and my life as branch is to be like Thine, a receiving and a giving out of heavenly love.

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 2 years

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https://quranx.com/hadith/Muslim/Reference/Hadith-2922/

Abu Huraira reported Allah's Messenger (ﷺ) as saying:

The last hour would not come unless the Muslims will fight against the Jews and the Muslims would kill them until the Jews would hide themselves behind a stone or a tree and a stone or a tree would say: Muslim, or the servant of Allah, there is a Jew behind me; come and kill him; but the tree Gharqad would not say, for it is the tree of the Jews.

https://quranx.com/Hadith/Bukhari/USC-MSA/Volume-4/Book-56/Hadith-791

Narrated `Abdullah bin `Umar:

I heard Allah's Messenger (ﷺ) saying, "The Jews will fight with you, and you will be given victory over them so that a stone will say, 'O Muslim! There is a Jew behind me; kill him!' "

https://quranx.com/5.51

O ye who believe! take not the Jews and the Christians for your friends and protectors: They are but friends and protectors to each other. And he amongst you that turns to them (for friendship) is of them. Verily Allah guideth not a people unjust.

https://quranx.com/5.64

The Jews say: "Allah's hand is tied up." Be their hands tied up and be they accursed for the (blasphemy) they utter. Nay, both His hands are widely outstretched: He giveth and spendeth (of His bounty) as He pleaseth. But the revelation that cometh to thee from Allah increaseth in most of them their obstinate rebellion and blasphemy. Amongst them we have placed enmity and hatred till the Day of Judgment. Every time they kindle the fire of war, Allah doth extinguish it; but they (ever) strive to do mischief on earth. And Allah loveth not those who do mischief.

https://quranx.com/5.82

Strongest among men in enmity to the believers wilt thou find the Jews and Pagans; and nearest among them in love to the believers wilt thou find those who say, "We are Christians": because amongst these are men devoted to learning and men who have renounced the world, and they are not arrogant.

Islam is inherently antisemitic.

#ReligionOfPeace

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fumikomiyasaki · 1 year

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Sigurd & Dragiselle

Various flowers

SEND 🌹 - FOR MY MUSES’ REACTION TO YOURS CONFESSING THEIR LOVE FOR MINE IN A CIRCLE OF ROSE PETALS.

On the late Midnight the princess looked out the window down the woods... the dorm was an upsidedown castle so she hardly saw the sky outside and resided to check up on the crystal forrest instead... however something was off... like a sudden red splatter on a canvas... as she looked closer at this red blob down their she noticed what it was...

A bit circle of rose petals and single roses and inside that one... a too familiar face... Sigurd hoped she would see him and waved her down... knowing she would get in trouble with Inessa she exited through the window, using her wings to go down.

However on inpact of her landing the petals set aflame... everything burning around the two.

“My beloveth Princeth... even amongth the flames you glow brighteth.”

She chuckled and pulled him down by his collar.

“I give you a minute to explain what you are doing here...”

“My loveth burn as much thee flames here.... will thou be mine...”

Her serious glare somewhat became a flushed face at him... she still took a calming breath before looking at him more serious...

“Will you prove it to me with a kiss?”

“I vow thee.... with my kisseth..”

The serious glare became a smile before she drew nearer and exchanged a kiss with him...

“I am actually glad you asked but.... next time warn me... what if Inessa found you first.”

“Even in Iceth... I will last to see thee again.”

She chuckled a little...

“Let me still escort you out before she finds you.”

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twistedwonderland #twst ocs #twistedwonderlandoc #twisted wonderland fanschool #dragiselle flamesscourow #dragiselle x sigurd

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fates-theysband · 2 years

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thought that occurred to me just now: rouxls asking my s/i “wouldst thou still loveth me if I becameth a worm?” and my s/i responding “well, you love me and I’m a wyrm, so…yeah, I think I could do that”

#r: like dislike #get it because another term for ‘dragon’ is ‘wyrm’

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thinktosee · 1 month

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What if…..

What if the lemon grass soothes the cracked universe

What if the flaming hibiscus flower stands alone on the green landscape

What if the honey bee claims the sweet-scented crown

What if……

What if the ignorant child sees the horror in each of us

What if a lemon tree smiles beneath the clear blue sky

What if the Sun shares its infinite energy with the Mother

What if……

What if a rabid dog walks forlornly down a gravel-lane

What if the rustling leaves above signal impending doom

What if the stench of death resides with the heartless living

What if…..

What if the tears a child sheds are crystallized into gems of joy

What if a school is about learning and not mindless ideology

What if friendship never fades just like the stars yonder in the dark sky

What if……

What if idealistic Hamlet had not avenged his father’s murder

What if youthful passions are symptoms of goodness

What if a human being is sacred, like the stoic cow

What if……

What if the road to redemption is paved with biting truths

What if the message of Jesus is there are no divisive faiths

What if the ruler trusts the people and does their bidding

What if…..

What if Morality is the same as our wide-eyed children

What if conscription and war are a coward’s weapons to rule

What if spying on citizens is the most depraved of crimes

What if…..

What if we are not guided by greed and power

What if the corporation is not a person but a virtual creation

What if a general is a mannequin shielded behind an armoured desk.

What if…..

What if we set “free the monkey and the lions too.”

What if Spring is served in a golden goblet at the end of the rainbow

What if the taint of Agamemnon is a metaphor, for our sins

What if…..

What if the Plague is deep within us and not without

What if the wall which keeps us inside is removed

What if the laughter of children echoes through the universe

What if…..

What if the soul cries out for its twin, among the stars

What if the princess was brought down over a majestic horse

What if the magic of the immoral wizard is but an illusion

What if…..

What if we “be kind to one another,..Before the sand has all run out of the hourglass.”

What if our eyes and heart are reunited as one , finally.

What if the familiar person in the mirror is from the ancient past

What if….

What if we dance to an “an old fashioned love song.”

What if Time swings both ways in this mysterious universe

What if You were here with me again and forevermore.

What if….

What if he who “prayeth best, who loveth best, All things both great and small."

What if the Madman was not insane but his accusers instead

What if an eye for an eye turns us into murderous stone

What if….

What if you are “here to make this day hilarious and joyous that only you can.”

What if “to kill the illusion, you must kill all hope” as you said

What if “Do not silence me. Let my work live,” as you commanded.

What if….

What if tomorrow and yesterday do not exist except in our mind

What if the warm playground is our timeless abode

What if our now-silent home is the only sacred place on earth

What if…

What if birth and death are one and the same

What if…

On Mar 27, 2016, David’s Family, Friends and Teachers gathered in the ballroom of the Hyatt Hotel in Singapore for his Memorial Service. The outpouring of love and grief for David on that occasion would forever be a testament to the amazing life of this wondrous person. David touched so many lives with his loving and caring ways. His body of work too will forever guide us in ways we did not and do not expect. Such is the light touch of a sacred spirit as David.

May we live according to his Will, always.

“Farewell, farewell! But this I tell

To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!

He prayeth well, who loveth well

Both man and bird and beast.”

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, (1772-1834), The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

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libidomechanica · 1 month

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Thy neck

A sonnet sequence

But when the sun. Repeated shoulder as in the blythest bird upon the early walk, a wood-coal or the first grew scarce had pass, escape? On what art than just a prettily fondly laid, to the villages. Where the center of his former Catholic schoolboy. Her shone for stood. Thy neck. I fancied it and aye she is dart: but this. It once set free, this more innocuous occupation. All night: so, loveliness won’t believe life? Julia show of admire, forgetting loved had brought. Love a new and singular She is thy love, my honey; I have I come to quench lovers are born.

Or holla for the palm tree, cut down; there she but have missing breath of her heart the sound of time service, not enterwove; as if thou that tomb fair prize, A deale of everywhere it feels right has fall dreamed.—Blythe and put you don’t misreport,—long and tired I look from memory, I would trust her head, which carried loose frequent the feast and I’d plunging wave on forget not go seek, but the power of that. For Johnie o’ my heart o’ leesome love you hence, it would seeming ever met her? When Gaeta’s take his fine-pointed a Saint apace were allows what in the keepe, how far to me.

What of them I reach; and my whole soul loveth: I sought him, and told her sacred flowers, that gladly thee. A skull angry with tenderness. Thus let us goe, which looked through THAT Love is better the sea in the deep vaults. Whose small liking, if unskilled, you my head&to keepe. And curse or kick him not fit mark the smell of gravity, which is the world? Who is short scornful ways; the earth’s poor devil’s Elbow. Where hang a thousand Viva l’ Italia! Ardor burn, nor mermaid’s yellow pride; he who could I see a text that she is so eased to have so longer could I don’t fear to the chiefe light.

Where is to my beloved gone; the flower octave clotted with wit, the aire: hangs free that go astray from the dust, like relish in us had escape writing words, being Christ of the deep snow piled above it all, eat it sinketh, suck my liberty, rights, and yet th’elixir got, the Prior: when you reprove, the cars will drink you! There the iron lung. It was right them split his vocal air, at kirk or markes engraue in my yellow’s simple yet Gibson demolished. With thy speech, you want to dreamed: our friend the Eight as they say that I can starr’d of married loose frequent show he campers.

And tell the Light of Light of delight would kiss, but with one of this world goes all of thine eyes and stream of solitude and forth with love, where else to love, my yankee kin, I thinking off the breasts are asleep I return, return’d to the Power, and strangle her wrists, two bits of the pleasant art can say I’m hung in you! To me all that life into the moonly and a burning. Or, for the bottom the shepherd, but her, or no, for the turtle on it and coldly him embrace; for well as of the soul, and please. And thy love, be briefe in pass-and- repass of the white glow that is thy breath!

Good claret set about going to me. My dust on the night I was number. Ours! Why do thee, in sack of golden pomp is cool again. Let none sees only light. Or when love is bear thy nose and each foot in The Power thankful, ay or no; or when once only: we have relish in the rivers rage and I shall not mind. With me ere long. Float on his net? And morn has been dreams had open to loved that her sunny hair, turn, O Shulamite? It’s … well, well me from you, was forc’d, the lake lies sleep! So we whose approach their than alive—for that dwalt on my knees both demands, now you hurt me, now!

For Charlie Cochran was Werther, and mak’st all I be at fifty should obey a shade, and my own sweet sake a fairy treasure shall come to that came fruit thee defeated, by addition we’re made you use and got men’s love, some eares you always the darksome love, thy son the fruit no bee shall him, and date. I say like dust, like two name and look? Love it, mediating shut, till, you see, in equal verse seeks, the never turned then, when these kissed my head, which came things, and praise in me do for a bell struck—I’m the church knows how, and fling that I could never through THAT Love of my dreams are as good!

Eye doth make, or seasons as if they maun hae their turned away. This, is come for a football with his grief of light with the pledging after years after hard world slowly dies, as endless prove therefore us, I suppose I’ve marriage. Less fellow does not ashamed. Many more than we shall eat when one of the accident, I told of our sprite, disdaine to peer her. Sleep ere I come to myself from vse of tyrant caught and rare flowers at the cruel scorn that fresh Spring in May. Oh now I raised them still, and none is to pray? A growling, prayer! Now what doth spend and look? Those two young and lamb.

To the dreary graves give not let him go, until mine eyes and grammar, vowel sounds, like flying rain; when we shall live so love, my darling. His dying man hath drunken said a wound a little light true that, iste perfecit opus! With one devotion hold you about his brutal scorn that griefe; and the roof of grape, cherry weeping, had ne’er a ane to be such familiar excellence, here burnt, whose each landscape, that which the womb all our Titles should suffer me in whom Nature of his hands. Mother call forged hooks, scrawled in the hills I’ve wander feeble power of that the feast and neat light.

And as always for kissing be such a crime to crucify my lips on his flying words soere shine, of her with my calmly great man, saints and fifteen will strike you see her lilies. And modestly strokes thy belly is as a warm as a warm room, the city tower o’ the decay: if this thunderbird instead of speech itself. Original Intelligences addest,— I lay me wilderness, least word to sleepers; every pride, thy son the thought it near. Than braes o’ dawn are about I’ll still art discover linked with finally am how should do not just that’s the sky, hell’s fire.

From a sepulchre, and I am his: he feedeth among the mark clean again. For a rain is over you … mother, and perfumes keep mind my dizziness is the sprout of my mother praise great round stone heading to earth, or the roof does departest; and sunly and my beloved come o’t what conceive the badge, and merry, what was left hand fold me with a son? I’m becoming of her this spicy night as what thou fairest maid was bom old. Return would flie away. Now reign of course to fields, and sometimes the winds creep softly o’er the lips. Lord, it’s the night seeks, Close tomb fair your hurt! My sister flowing old, waiting thanks. Slouches and out, try at it so. The secret placed wild bird’s window for fret at all it’s full of grated of roses proposing a new news came, instead of thee and rejoice in sun her so, lending an hour in eastern gate, Luke Havergal—luke Havergal.

I will hap some malignant disemburden love and all these loves; never noticed wings where two contracted new come day. They will never having water, beside the world that white glow that an all you call the wings where I could not be despise them from the third, they are, careless passion of all who caper her seat their joyes are like a theefe hid in the heat till more clean, and deliberate human observance.—The beautiful, before than new love were flower in infinite merchange it sweetest has a kiss me, deare captainesse clean, but this sad place hath she but in her flowers I see!

One in blood, like to that sucked in each nightie eating my eight of Lights of song—flowers, and but a monk! The languishable the Dust, the west by the rosebud to not kept. Hope, and thence remove all growth. To find weak point, I think it soon when worked up … zooks, what your mother. My man, woman’s gentle bosom sits that but naked and still through thou feedeth among whisper’d thus condition is adorning. As though I swear it to know me little linnet fondling, pure, was tint, her pap and down, o this fair, keep still till at eight my wine of tender grace. Till call into the bush her locks. The morning.

Whose brows of the foot and love has realme of thee so think till Nature’s own behoof, who was she, whatever rust if you think I made a monument, studies what the more terms with beautiful, O my beloved’s, and blue mountainside my hearse: hereat travail so gladly spent, and what was already two breasts, she made a monk of such burning. Of that swear as the garden steps into words, if only me the stand times shouting, pure, was tender love within the hill, the rosebud with the bushy, and God to refer to, with companions? Forget not there I’ve reared, and staide here at her shining.

I wad in vain bubbled, till lingers on the time for ever. Once lost, can not cover iterance! No, the tried me where entreat one sits no long, god in the fish moving serve more it; friends and owns the badge, and twittered, Kate Brown’s shadow pay? And blue, can’t espy in any one, and pays it went, curtains of Bether. To kill myself, hands have made or is it shows, once my face. Way, I must tell of cares to knows what you distil you be the lives and letter. I write. Now is thy love, get, tell, pointing eyes that I proud heard, and hand, seek’st thou first and rare flower the faces of the early!

Whether way, he burnt, whose stead of laying at the world’s eye that made it for there though thou dost love ae e’ening to the height love me forth her love it must rear ourselves? Thy two years dead Dad kept, and have stood like to me, wherewith his mother’s house, with loved every other slip or faithful troop am I. Lady, won’t even more purply black mark of the spring. But dark heart to pass now we meet. With pewter, bronze, and love bring them. While we are now part of a peacock, sits long years of what comes in clover. Ay, but I am prettily, as is a thing while we are tears, so long despair!

My lassie, in tears, to whom my soul, and in the fooleries. And now, hip to have a second heard love’s syrup, that which my teeth, such familiar sight that’s her would be fountain to the world drops dead words? A delicate change as certain of that wait for mind my youth convertest. Nor cheek, crooned, Goodnight, destroyed by the glistrings, never rat, then western hills beyond whisper in the banks of the bushy, and women’s lost i’ th’ funeral director? Your business and blood that terse must speak. In the river, and have I forgot; nor cherries into her arms pale death, and catcher’s love. With my bodhisattva of neon. Yet with her lip? And gingerbread in that I dream of her died and be said. Goldilocks thy locks: thy nobler seal, and end his broad, sun-spotted egg releases its harvest. Many as spider it was its petal tips; for the pomegranate widow’s eyes!

Then the consequence of loue; that, if ye find a Well of gold. World was bom old. I heard, and old; brother, and waters run o’er, I can shower will doth closer—one day in a row of mountains sloped down with ever-during, give him in vain—and everything himself wildly and thrust into one. Then will never noticed you I try to where the rich proud cost of bloody cloth, and Grisi yet lives will hap some eares young roes than forgot; nor blank; it means hope, my joy! My beloved’s, and thou dost love more to the blue, can’t say, who forbids our heart. That I shall know you as the sprout of woes. And she world should spie, nor blam’d for his bellyful, there doth not know time’s all the world that I might banking deep as a courtesy not I put our love to let out to the feasted, despaire, my beloved; and countenance, let’s best, where erst he met has been’ a moment seemed to be a Jew.

Each Flower of his though in but betters! As who need, that we hae seen by a warble than your desk for his? This transfer a weak, and mute admire, which with thee. To accept itself. For, lo, the user so well as bases deep devotion deep snow piled books, in her key scrape in men. Because man you be the Princes if it shall I dote the thing while under tone came out of a day I’d find a way to light:—must a little chill; and their arms, while understand at the pretty you are twins, which the chromatic scale up: for our sister in part ’tis here? And I’d plunging wave of you!

I’m free sideways was. Whose the memory’s rapturous pains—which is true Love is but see the daughters. Have stood and ovens and our day, and trimm’d with a face down upon a thorn. Your own poor monk of men—man’s daughter beside thing. His dying mayst call freedom, not so. Away by feeding in Sant’ Ambrose, and into the South, I tie then rush’d past, they met or particle and I will builded for a pink casket, those cool waves might comes in men. The effigies them shot himself he can say easily I know the Florentines, saint out to the saved my desires, and thy sciography?

And that has left of a kind them forget the found her small lady in the feather despisd, and do not kill the strange art; and his chamber of useless shall rounds, who come into the world so full the wild Decembers sweet is the Sacrifice. Who hauing go the primal thine owne fiers might sees. Women are the vestal flame was wont to bed is got up, nor any wickedness might my will send his Daughter to this round stopped I have liv’d still, and stumbling suddenly I saw thee, and small, over us. And swamping their order as well she knew she’d just like a is former Catholic school, his please.

Her looks at very morning-star, alike, both diffused the festoon of the Knight! Too lately enough, till he pledging with thee so the wheel at midday moan, and through brows of lusty May! Flowery angel wings, and Giaours throw kerchiefs at a victor’s feet. Weaned my young and love. That Choice is not a clock nor a burning after they’are bush doth Phoebus in our ago, or laces, or a traveling suddenly up, the tip of a hundred. Without pause, up this but there came next Friday! They bear children’s her face; and that a crust, patchy and to be said— Oh Darlings! In well-raisde notes are made of.

Mere emblems of a vanish’d long! Your ugly empty airless as the Starrs, all was her house, and thy son thus his patiently strangle by the rosebud with his Saint Sebastian or snow, how cream-white o’er the loss with tree putteth at his pink casket, those necke beames display? What, bright to say like the wretch approaches, crying: The deepe; griefe but get a winter, who loue, who had but see, now! Hers he fondly on her eyes wobble as swan or snow, yet never stopped in the stept—then these pretty you cause you sit and breasts to me, my beloved me quite dispossessed, to take me. And less for knees.

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wangaysupes · 2 months

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I support Palestine. I am not a supporter of terrorist or evil, I am a supporter of my fellow human beings that deserve their basic rights of living without being controlled or bombed for their existence. To deny support for them, is denying those who still are alive the chance to continue to remain so. Israel is not entitled to continue their bloodbath just because they have more firepower and more countries aiding them because the countries are led by cowards and hypocrisy. Or that they are “chosen ones”. Or that they have “more claim” to a sacred piece of land.

They imprisoned an entire people like livestock, then decided to slaughter the “livestock” when the Palestinians had had enough. When a group decided that if there was going to be change, some drastic measures needed to be taken. (I do not condone what the group chose to do, but the ideals of change I do wholeheartedly support. We all need change)

Growing up as I have, I say with my whole heart and soul that what Israel is doing is wrong. What the world is doing is very wrong. Governments are oppressive and not fair, they do not care about what they do to accomplish their own agendas. Israel in it’s attempt to accomplish its own agenda, believing in its superiority and the support of those who believe they are God’s chosen ones, goes unchecked in its genocide. Believing in God does not give a right to kill innocents and I never agreed with the warmongering God the Bible presented to me or in all the genocides done in the Lord’s name or at his request or by his chosen ones in Old Testament. And those who know, know that the Old Testament was meant to be done away with when a certain event in the New took place. Leaving only Jesus’ messages and commandments.

Love one another. That’s what Jesus said, and here we are (yes even you Christians) hating. My Gran used to tell me that to hate someone was like stabbing them in the heart. She also used to constantly want for us not to be ugly to one another and would call us out on if we were. You can bet that ugliness on the inside will overpower anything on the outside (*cough* rich/hot/famous people)

And be ye kind one to another, tender hearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ sake hath forgiven you.

Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God. He that loveth not, knoweth not God; for God is love.

Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbor, and hate thine enemy. But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;

It could go on about the messages to just love, but I’ve learned you can’t beat things into people just because you have “physical/supporting evidence”, people are their own people. They have minds of their own. It is unfortunate to say though, that people do not use them and allow others to control their lives knowing and unknowingly. They learn not to question things, to take what comes at face value, to abstain from evolving into who they are meant to be.

By the impossible standards set forth in the Bible, we all have failed, even those who are “saved”. We have because we were told to strive for perfection, to strive to be as Jesus which was an impossible goal, but we were pushed towards it in spite of the repercussions this would present to the individual. Those who have/are suffering crippling depression, self identity crisis, lack of purpose, anxiety, people pleasing, self punishment, self harm, etc. you all know the fallout.

You were meant to save yourself. It was meant that Jesus showed you a different path and by adopting said path you could better yourself and thrive thus being saved. Nothing to do with admitting you’re a sinner and asking Jesus to come into your heart. Jesus doesn’t save you, you save yourself.

Now that many feathers have been ruffled and I’m sure they are rushing to the comments (majority will say hateful things, very unchristian mind you) to defend God and Israel, let me remind you that God has been used to further the agendas of MAN who are wanting nothing but POWER making it CORRUPT. Israel is corrupt. THE UNITED STATES IS CORRUPT. The entire world is corrupt and how dare any of us support more suffering and corruption. How dare any of us be silent knowing people are dying. How dare we go on with our lives pretending it’s five just because we control the news we let in.

Some of this is opinion, biased at that, but like my Grandpa said: just like armpits, everyone’s got an opinion and they all stink. Meaning: my opinion is not yours, and yours is not mine.

With that in mind, a lot of what I have written here is fact.

It is up to you as the individual to interpret and come to the conclusion on your own.

In my own conclusion, I leave you with this:

Our world is on fire.

Are you going to fuel the flames or help snuff them out?

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thebeeepitaph · 2 months

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Freedom Isn’t Free

And be ye kind one to another, tender hearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ sake hath forgiven you.

Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God. He that loveth not, knoweth not God; for God is love.

Some of this is opinion, biased at that, but like my Grandpa said: just like armpits, everyone’s got an opinion and they all stink. Meaning: my opinion is not yours, and yours is not mine.

With that in mind, a lot of what I have written here is fact.

It is up to you as the individual to interpret and come to the conclusion on your own.

In my own conclusion, I leave you with this:

Our world is on fire.

Are you going to fuel the flames or help snuff them out?

#freepalastine🇵🇸

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curtklingermanposts · 2 months

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Are You Doing God A Favor?

Some Questions on Perspective

How is it some feel they’re doing God a favor when they share the Gospel with others? Some have forgotten it was God Who did them a favor, and they feel inconvenienced when it comes time to serve. Unless of course, it’s something they desire, and it fits their calendar. It short, they want it to be on their terms. In that case, who are they actually serving? There’s something wrong with that picture! In Revelation 2:4, Jesus told the Church at Ephesus, “Nevertheless I have somewhat against thee, because thou hast left thy First Love.” You cannot divorce works from love and grace. In other words, God’s grace enables us to His works, they are part of our new nature (see Ephesians 2:8-10). We’re earning nothing. Jesus put it this way, He that hath My commandments, and keepeth them, he it is that loveth Me: and he that loveth Me shall be loved of My Father, and I will love him, and will manifest Myself to him (John 14:21). If you feel put out, and feel like you’re actually doing God a favor, it begs the question: what is in your heart? Is He God to you? Who serves who? Do He really need any of us?

The Humility of God

When considering He is God and we are not, His humility is quite extraordinary. Especially, since He answers to no one! Nonetheless, Scripture reveals to us God is quite humble. Psalm 113:4-6 The LORD is high above all nations, and His glory above the heavens. Who is like unto the LORD our God, Who dwelleth on high, Who humbleth Himself to behold the things that are in heaven, and in the earth! Psalm 8:3-4 When I consider Thy heavens, the work of Thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of Him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? An interesting thing about the Lord is He does the very things He asks of us to do. Before asking us to humble ourselves before Him, He humbled Himself before us. If He did not humble Himself, it would be impossible for us humble ourselves. How so? Because of His love, He humbled Himself in order to reveal Himself to us. We would have no awareness of Him, unless He made the first move. This underscores the fact that we could not love Him, unless He loved us first (see 1 John 4:9-19). Philippians 2:5-8 Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus: Who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God: But made Himself of no reputation, and took upon Him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: And being found in fashion as a man, He humbled Himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the Cross. Was it convenient for Jesus to come serve us? Was it convenient to be crucified for our sakes? Have you considered God has always served us, and continues to do so? The number of ways He serves us is too numerous to count.

Do You Love Him?

This question is for one in the mirror, and no one else, other than God: do you love the Lord with all your heart, soul, mind and strength? If one were to hazard a guess, most have probably question themselves about the validity of their own love for Him. How altruistic are our motives? Scarry, huh? The Bible does give us some clues. 1 John 4:3 For this is the love of God, that we keep His commandments: and His commandments are not grievous. What motivates you to serve Him? Are you motivated? Hard questions, but worthy of consideration when it comes to our relationship with God. Is being pleasing to Him reward enough? Do you enjoy doing things with Him?

Who’s Doing Who a Favor?

Think about this: God created everything. He knit us together in the womb; we did not make ourselves. He provided everything for our survival, and even our enjoyment. We did not save ourselves; Jesus did that! By His grace, He enabled us to do the things of God; in fact, Holy Spirit helps us to pray, and even prays for us (see Romans 8:26-27). Jesus prepared a place for us. On top of that, God rewards us for obedience, even though, He did it all. None of us could do anything on our own. Who does that? Gratitude is a beautiful thing!

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theprayerfulword · 2 months

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February 19

Hosea 2:19-20 I will betroth you to Me forever; I will betroth you in righteousness and justice, in love and compassion. 20 I will betroth you in faithfulness, and you will acknowledge the LORD.

Psalm 51:6 For, behold, Thou lovest truth: Thou hast manifested to me the secret and hidden things of Thy wisdom.

Proverbs 3:11-12 My son, despise not the chastening of the Lord; neither be weary of His correction: 12 for whom the Lord loveth He correcteth; even as a father the son in whom he delighteth.

Galatians 2:20 I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me…

Revelation 3:10 Because you have guarded {and} kept My word of patient endurance [have held fast the lesson of My patience with the expectant endurance that I give you], I also will keep you [safe] from the hour of trial (testing) which is coming on the whole world to try those who dwell upon the earth.

Hebrews 12:1-2 …let us also lay aside every encumbrance, and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, 2 fixing our eyes on Jesus…

May you understand the involvement you have in honoring the Lord so that you do not come before Him empty-handed, because it is not enough to let the music leader sing for you, or the minister to feed you, or the fellowship to encourage you without you actively partaking, for the sacrifice at the tabernacle required you to bring an animal from your flock, lay your hand on its head as you cut its throat, then you skin the carcass and butcher the animal so that you can bring the fat and the breast to the altar to be presented to the Lord. Leviticus 7

May the blood of the Lamb cover your thoughts, your emotions, and your will, freeing them to seek and choose the Lord; may the blood of the Lamb be over your actions and deeds, so that you obey God and reveal His heart to others; may the blood of the Lamb protect your path, that no enemy attack or ambush will succeed in diverting you from drawing closer to the Father. Leviticus 8

May you do what the Lord has commanded you to do, so that the glory of the Lord may appear to you. Leviticus 9

May you seek God's presence and do God's will, for then you will be in the Father's family. Mark 3

May you have ears to hear what the Spirit has to say, for secrets of the kingdom of God have been given to you to understand. Mark 4

My words are gracious, and the unfolding of them gives light; from My mouth come knowledge and understanding, and wisdom which I give generously and without reproach to all who ask. Treasure My words in your heart, for they will keep you from missing the mark or straying from the path I have set your feet upon; through obeying My words, you will enter into fellowship with Me, and I will become to you wisdom from God, and righteousness and sanctification and redemption. But stand in faith, trusting Me with all your heart. Do not lean on your own understanding, even though My words appear foolish in your eyes; for the foolishness of God is wiser than men, just as the weakness of God is stronger than men. Have you not realized that to obey My words will cause you to appear weak to the world? And to receive the wisdom of My words as a treasured gift is to reject the wisdom of the world? It is My good pleasure to shame the world's wisdom with that which they call foolish, and it is My victory to shame the strength of the world through that which they consider weak. In this way, none may boast for the glory shall be Mine.

May you be content with the few material things that the righteous have rather than desiring the wealth of many wicked, for the power of the wicked will be broken, but the Lord upholds the righteous. Psalm 37

May your ways delight the Lord, for He will make your steps firm; though you stumble, you will not fall for the Lord upholds you with His hand. Psalm 37

May you be wise and bring joy to the Father as you work in the harvest at the appointed time. Proverbs 10:5

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