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grainking · 4 years

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CoAi Secret Santa Post (Finally!)

Hello hello~ this is Rice here, posting this to my giftee, @toxicvirgo08! I’m sorry this came as late as it is... though technically and arguably it is on time within my timezone, it might be out of bounds in your area. If it is, I truly apologize. A lot of stuff happened like my PC breaking (of course I’d bent a damn gold pin while putting in my cpu) but regardless, here it is and I hope you enjoy!

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“Kudo-kun… Kudo-kun!”

Snapping out of his previous daydreams, Kudo Shinichi, better known in his current child form as Edogawa Conan shook his head and found himself level with the gaze of Haibara Ai.

“Were you even listening to anything I was saying?”

Conan could only fumble an apology over his embarrassment. “Ah… sorry Haibara, I was just a little preoccupied.”

She could only respond with her ever famous sigh, wondering what he could be so focused on when he was the one that approached her for this technology lesson. Although she applauded his efforts to learn more about computers and coding in an attempt to stop any Black Organization member from hacking them, it would all be in vain if he didn’t pay attention, even if it was just the last ten minutes. Though, sparing a glance at the dutiful notes he took for the better part of an hour did make her soften her stance a bit, as well as experience a small rush of pride, not that she’d ever admit it to him.

“Well it doesn’t matter too much at this point. I think that’ll do for today’s lesson on basic coding and reading code. Any questions, my ‘star’ pupil?” Haibara teased.

“Hey! I was doing great until the last few minutes, go easy on me. Besides, I’m amazed you know so much about computers. Are you sure you’re actually 18?” Conan joked back.

Feeling a little coy, she responded “I already told you Conan-kun, I’m 18. Just the perfect age for you,” giving him a smirk as she turned to leave the room. Of course, she was sure to turn slowly enough that she could see the light pink dusting on his cheeks. Satisfied with her results, she left the room and turned the corner to head downstairs and maybe enlist Hakase’s help in making a good dinner tonight.

Still in his room, Conan could hear Ai’s fading voice exclaiming “Hakase! Where are you?” as she stepped downstairs to find their mentor. Staring at the blank wall, he let out a thoughtful sigh as he considered his next options. Becoming lost in his thoughts again, he started pacing around the room. “Hmm I don’t know if she would find it lame or cute, but I guess there’s no telling unless I-“

“Oh by the way Conan-kun?” A voice came from behind him.

“Ack! Don’t surprise me like that Ai,” he exclaimed, turning to face his companion and partner. “Anyway, what’s up? I thought you went downstairs to find the Hakase.”

“I did,” She replied. “But I also remembered, you don’t have to help with dinner preparations tonight. I’m planning on making something special so don’t step into the kitchen until I call you, okay?”

“Huh… okay Haibara” was his confused reply.

Noting the shift in his usage of her name, she playfully asked “What’s the matter Conan-kun? I thought you were following my lead and going by first name basis now. Was I wrong?”

“Oh I did call you Ai,” breathed Conan. “Sorry, I didn’t realize the slip up there.”

Haibara was a bit shocked and disappointed by his response. But in retrospect, she should’ve known that dense detective would completely misinterpret her statement. Realizing that, she could only quitely stammer out a “Never mind… I just liked it better when you called me Ai.”

“If that was the case, then you should’ve just told me so. I don’t have a problem calling you Ai, we’re so close after all!” exclaimed Conan, completely oblivious to her inner turmoil.

“A-anyway, just don’t come down until I call for you, okay?” And with that, Haibara practically dashed out of Conan’s bedroom in an attempt to escape her embarrassment coming from the object of her affections.

Conan called out to her retreating figure, “Got it! I’m going to be tinkering around with my laptop anyway, maybe put your lessons today to good use.” After closing his door, he returned to his desk. Contrary to popular belief, even Conan wasn’t so dense as to be unaware of Haibara’s feelings towards him. At first, he didn’t know how to deal with it, but eventually he accepted and even came to return those feelings, bringing him back to his present day predicament. But what was a good way to confess to her? Finally deciding upon a confession idea following the previous conversation, he promptly began coding a cute animation that he desperately hoped she would like.

Meanwhile, Haibara was scrambling to make preparations. After some searching downstairs, she found a note from Hakase stating that he would be out for the night and left them some money for delivery. Snorting at his lack of faith in her cooking skills(that she found disturbing), she decided to pocket the money for another occasion and began emptying the fridge of some of its contents. Tonight, she determined, would be the night she would truly impress him. It was the one way she could silently express her feelings without him ever knowing, after all. Haibara loved Conan, yes. But having such a dark past also made her fear rejection from the one she saw as her savior. So she decided to keep a lid on her feelings, even though sometimes she couldn’t help but express them through jokes and actions such as sleeping on his shoulder or teaching him basic coding.

Breaking out of her stupor, she began concentrating on her cooking to prepare one of his favorite meals. She tasted her creation throughout the entire process, making sure the balance of ingredients and seasoning were up to her standards. At the same time, Conan was frantically typing away to make sure his animation-confession was also up to his standards and fixing bugs that happened when compiling the code. Unbeknownst to each other, both Conan and Haibara finished their respective works at around the same time. Just as Conan was feeling satisfied with his finished code, he heard Haibara call out to him.

“Conan-kun! Come down for dinner, everything is ready!” she shouted

“Alright Ai!” came from an excited Conan.

Running downstairs, he was met with the sight of a rather intimate dinner setting, with a few candles on the table and a pesto pasta dish that appeared scrumptious. Eager to dig in, he was stopped by Haibara who all but whispered “Don’t eat too much, I’ve made your favorite for your dessert as well.”

His eyes widened at the sound of that. “That must’ve taken a lot of effort,” he breathlessly spoke. “Thank you Ai, today gave me a lot of good memories. And I hope I can make a really good one tonight as well.”

Now it was her turn to be surprised at his declaration.

“What do you mean Conan-kun?”

But to her disappointment, she was only met with a sly smile and a rather infuriating but charming wink as he started eating their dinner. Deciding to let him have his fun for now, she decided to eat as well. Succeeding a serving of lemon pie for dessert, the two sat there for a while, simply soaking up each other’s presence and company. It was a rare kind of companionship that could bring satisfaction even without any exchange of words. After a while though, Conan surprised Haibara yet again by gently grasping her hand and pulling her upstairs.

“Come on Haibara,” he quietly remarked. “There’s something I want to show you.”

Deciding this would finally unravel the mysterious comment he set up earlier, Haibara quickly followed his footsteps up to his bedroom. Upon entering, she saw that the computer screen was lit and that Conan was clicking away at a few things.

“Alright, here we go. Before I show you this though, I have to tell you a few things Ai.”

Haibara raised her eyebrows, opting to stay silent and let him continue speaking.

“I know you’ve loved me for a while now. Years, in fact. At first I didn’t return those feelings but after everything we’ve gone through and experienced together, well, things started changing little by little. One day, I came to the realization that I needed you in my life just as much as you needed me. So… here’s my confession to you,” he nervously rambled. Conan then stepped away from the computer, only to reveal the screen that depicted an animation of a rose fading into the background and a simple but heartfelt phrase appearing on the screen.

“Ai love you. - Conan”

Her blush was as red as the rose that just appeared, but her smile was undeniable and glowing. For once, she decided to truly express her feelings, no holds barred and nothing held back.

“I love you too Conan.”

Thus came a stronger partnership between the two, an almost perfect kind of bond where one would get the other even without having to speak. And they were content with it, as well as one another.

#coai

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alloverthegaf · 6 years

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I don’t have a title for this and it probably doesn’t need one because it’s really just a drabble but uhhhhh Criminal Minds fic with vague Moreid feels!

It’s four months after Gideon left when Reid stops by Derek’s desk one morning, carrying two coffees and an air of nervousness. He accepts the disposable cup gratefully and sits through the small talk, waiting for Reid to gather the courage to come out with whatever it is he needs to say. He knows it can’t be anything too drastic; Reid would never attempt to broach the subject at work if it was. But clearly it’s not something he’s comfortable with and Derek’s happy to give him the time he needs.

But after twenty minutes of discussing the weather and Reid’s upcoming paper on cognitive behavioural therapy his words dry up, and the young genius is left leaning against Derek’s desk fiddling with his now empty cup. He’s not looking at Derek – hasn’t made eye contact once during the conversation – but rather at his hands. His nervous albeit genuine smile ticks down as he thinks.

Finally, Derek acknowledges that he needs a small push. “Something on your mind, kid?”

“Not – um – “ Reid huffs, frustrated with himself, and Derek can see the moment he steadies himself and pushes through it. It’s something he’s noticed about the guy since his very first day at the BAU; however uncomfortable he is, however scared or out of his depth Reid finds himself, he always forces himself to overcome it. Even, at times, to his own detriment. It’s something equally admirable and frustrating about their youngest member. “I sort of need to ask a favour?”

Ah. The hesitance suddenly makes sense. Reid asking for help is about as common a sighting as the Loch Ness Monster. The aftermath of Hankel is solid proof of that. “Of course,” he says immediately, not wanting to give him a chance to backpedal. “What do ya need?”

Reid clears this throat. Spins the cup between his nimble fingers. “It’s not, I mean, it’s not really… a big deal, I can really – I can ask someone else, if it’s a problem – “

“Reid,” Derek gently rests a hand on his knee, immediately stilling him. “It’s fine, just ask.”

Reid looks at his hand, silent for a moment, before rolling his eyes and pushing out in one breath “I need a medical proxy.” Derek can’t help but raise his eyebrows. Okay, he hadn’t seen that one coming. Reid, of course, takes his moment of surprise for reluctance and powers on, “I know, sorry, it’s probably weird to ask, and like I said, it’s not like it has to be you, or anything, but I just, you were, um, one option, I had in mind, and I figured I’d ask you before – “

Derek recognises this as one of his ‘I will keep going until someone interrupts I pass out from lack of oxygen’ rants pretty quickly and uses his grip on the kid’s knee to squeeze gently, saying “hey, hey. Reid. Breathe.”

He stops his diatribe and does indeed take a breath, but he’s glaring down at the floor now and Derek can see him calculating a hasty retreat. He doesn’t let go of the man’s leg. “I’m just – I wasn’t expecting that. Why do you suddenly need a new proxy? What happened to – oh.”

Gideon. God, Derek could kick himself. Of course it was Gideon. It couldn’t be his sick mother, and as far as he knows Reid hasn’t seen his dad since he was pint-sized. Gideon had all but officially adopted him, years before Reid was even an agent.

Not for the first time, Derek has an overwhelming urge to hunt down their wayward leader, just so he can get in a good punch to the face. Even now, months after his unannounced departure, months after that freaking letter Derek knows Reid keeps in the bottom draw of his desk, Gideon’s finding new ways to hurt the team he left behind.

He’s stewed too long. Reid’s standing from the desk, still glaring at the floor. “Don’t worry about it, actually, I can just, um, I’ll ask JJ.” His face has gone an angry red, and fuck, but Derek kind of just wants to hug him. Reid, even at his young age, can be highly proud and doggedly independent; the results of the parent/child role reversal he experienced far too young and having spent his entire life surrounded by older peers who would look down on him or expect too much from him in turn. Having to admit to his co-worker – especially Derek, he knows – that he doesn’t have anyone else to turn to must have hurt.

“Hey, Kid,” he says quickly, reaching out and snagging the sleave of his ridiculous cardigan before he can get too far away. He tugs him closer, just a little, and waits for Reid to actually look at him before he continues. “It’s fine. I’d love to, actually.”

Now it’s Reid’s turn to raise an eyebrow, his expression speaking volumes of just how much he believes that. “You would.”

Derek grins. “Are you kidding me? The chance to follow you around the hospital the next time you get tackled and give you shit? You won’t be able to escape.” He laughs. “Hell, if anyone should be having second thoughts about this, it’s you.”

Truthfully, although it’s never something he’s remotely considered before now, the idea of taking on this role for Reid is surprisingly appealing. He’s not obtuse, he’s noticed the way his protective instincts kick up a gear when it’s Reid in the firing line. Caught in the emergency room with the L.D.S.K, the kid holding a gun to his head, that damn situation on the train – every time Reid finds himself in trouble Derek can feel himself losing a year from his life and it’s undeniable, the urge he feels every time it’s over to check the kid over himself, to inspect him and interrogate him and just – just be with him, keep him in his sight until he can finally convince himself that he’s okay. If he becomes Reid’s medical proxy, not only will he be allowed to do all that, he’ll have the excuse to do so without looking like – well. Like something he isn’t. Something they’re not.

Reid recognises his joking attitude for what it is, but he seems to at least be considering the fact that Derek isn’t just agreeing not to hurt his feelings. “Are you sure? It’s really not necessary,” he still says, because it’s Reid.

Derek deliberately misinterprets that statement and rolls his eyes good naturedly. “It’s pretty necessary in this job, Reid.” Come to think of it, “wait, who do you have on the form now? It’s been… it’s a been a few months, man.”

“I know,” Reid says, voice going quiet, “I just, um. I haven’t really… gotten around to it.” He picks at his sleeve and has gone back to avoiding looking Derek in the eyes. He’s grateful, this time, because he doesn’t really want Reid to see the emotion he knows is playing out on his face. Reid’s been hoping Gideon would return. He was waiting for it.

Son of a bitch.

He holds in the sigh that desperately wants to come out and schools his expression. “Okay. No worries, man. Just get me the form and I’ll sign it.” They’re both pretending, and they both know it. But there’s no way Reid’s going to own up to the real reason he’s left it so late, and trying to bring it out into the open will just push him away. So Derek goes along with the charade, comforted by yet another daydream about breaking Gideon’s nose.

Reid nods, smiles, says “thanks Morgan” in a soft tone, and it brings Derek back to the present moment, brings his own smile back to his face.

“See if you’re saying that the next time you get carted off to the emergency room. You’re not going to get a moment of peace.”

Reid scowls. “Thanks for the confidence with which you say ‘if’ and not ‘when’. You just assume I’m going to end up in life-threatening situations, now?”

Not if I can help it, Derek thinks, but he’s too realistic to truly mean it. He knows with their job it’s probably inevitable. Out loud, however, he says “obviously. Pretty face like that is just a magnet for trouble.”

Reid rolls his eyes and shoves Derek, and Derek laughs. There’s been some part of him that’s been worried for Reid near constantly since Gideon left, a part of him that he’s only now realising was there. He can feel it growing smaller as the younger man makes his way to his own desk, confident in the knowledge that the next time Reid is in trouble, he won’t need Gideon there to pick up the pieces.

Derek can do the job just fine, thanks.

#ramblings #criminal minds #small fics #moreid #spencer reid #derek morgan #my writing #long post

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werewolfmind · 5 years

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things keep happening. Mostly little things now, some of them random and inconsequential. But there’ve been some big things recently (and in years past) that have me CONVINCED I’m a claircognizant empath/medium

I’ll detail it below but if anyone has any reading or advice on how to strengthen/hone this? It would be appreciated. (Under the cut are detailed instances, about 6 paragraphs.)

(For the record, I am Christian, I don’t go near actual Wicca practices as far as spells or worship. I do however believe my empathetic talents were given to me by God. I believe in sensing energy and using it as knowledge, not manipulation of anything in the natural world. I worship God and believe knowledge (like science studies) and gifts like this are given to help us fulfill His plan. Anything that causes direct change, damage, or healing; rituals; and polytheistic worship I don’t believe in nor will practice. Things that are okay with me: - the use of stones, elements, meditation, and mindfulness to focus - the use of clairvoyance/sentience to guide others or self from danger/toward good - The warding away of evil - The protection of good - healing based on medicinal knowledge - the existence of demonic/angelic presences/guardian angels, as well as spirits and entities on Earth - the “energies” surrounding us, whether they’re natural or spiritual, and the idea that all sentient things have emotional energy (auras)

The claircognizant/empath thing, well. I’m the most Sterotypical Empath tbh. I’m a Pisces, introvert, have anxiety/depression that STEMS from being an introvert...but it also stems from the negativity in my life. I sense when people around me are angry, sad, etc and when most of it is irrational or stemming from untreated mental illness..well, it doesn’t have to be aimed toward me for me to feel it. I can walk into a room and, without actually looking at the other person, know if they’re happy, sad, angry, stressed. I can feel the energy change when they leave, or feel the switch between emotions. Any time I’ve been wrong about it, it’s because I misinterpreted where/who the feelings were being “aimed” at by the other person.

I also get feelings about conversations and actions, which may be empath mixed with precognizance? The only “visions” I have are blurry-but-specific images tied to little mundane events, but a handful of them have been about life changing things. I can USUALLY tell when a choice will result in a bad outcome, even if there’s no way to tell (knowing that going into a dorm was gonna be hell, not because of my anxiety, but because of ONE specific roommate. Very specific feeling.) The feelings I get of “I need to text this person because theyre having a bad day”. The time my friend texted me a completely normal, routine question...and I got this sinking feeling in my stomach, knowing that conversation was going to be something I didn’t want to hear. (I literally had to tell myself “don’t be dumb, this is normal, why are you worried?!” I was right, and almost wish I’d just ignored the text)

Tying into mediumship, I’ve had dreams and very specific thoughts of my grandparents, days before they passed away, without being contact with them.

I’ve had one or two dreams where I believe a deceased relative has contacted me, but those only happen days after they’ve passed. The dreams are vivid, peaceful, and I can sense their spirit. Theyre also very ordinary (like sitting down and talking), and both times, I’ve learned something from the discussion that I’ve brought up later to other relatives and learned it was true. These are facts I’ve never heard before, even in passing. I’ve also been visited by someone I admire but have never met. I’ve had a dream of him comforting me and there’s been a few other times where I can feel his presence near me, like he’s watching over me.

I know I can feel spirits/entities. There have been two in my house: one malevolent and one “neutral” one. The malevolent one always manifested as the feeling of eyes staring at me from one particular corner of my room. They would watch me move around, and I would get a feeling of dread and anxiety any time it was present. I could tell it wanted to hurt me. Once, I woke up with scratches down my leg--they matched the placement of 4 fingers, but they were going toward my feet, not my head, like they would if *I* had scratched myself. (The spacing and length also didn’t match up.) I got holy water after that. I’ve felt another spirit only once or twice, and it’s been in the living room area. It likes to move around me in a circle, studying me. I’m fairly certain it’s a woman. She doesn’t want to hurt me, but I can feel that she wants to reach out, maybe surprise me a bit? She wants a reaction, but means no real harm.

I had a sleep paralysis episode about 10-11 years ago (never had one before, have only had ONE since) where I was lying in my bed, unable to move, and a shadow person was standing in the open doorway of my room. The shadow flickered slightly and stretched slowly out, like it was reaching out for me--then it would snap back into place like a rubber band being let go. Stretch...then snap back. It tried at least 4 times, and each time, it got closer to me. I don’t remember how I woke up. It’s the only thing I’ve encountered that I can’t tell the gender of, which matches up. (And I only read up on shadow people AFTER this encounter). I’m also fairly certain I’ve seen the same flickering shadowy shape out of the corner of my eye more than once.

I’ve also felt an angel at least twice. I’m not sure if it was the same one both times, but the first time, I was in my single bedroom apartment, alone, essentially having a nervous breakdown. I was miserable at the time, I felt so alone, I called my mom at 1 am just to feel like I existed outside of my 3 room tiny space.I talked to her, got off the phone, called her back still feeling the impulse to bolt from my apartment. I coulnt breathe, think, my whole body hurt, I was curled in on myself. Then suddenly, in the middle of my mom saying something (that wasnt really working to distract me)--in an INSTANT, I felt better. I felt safe and loved and protected and warm. I felt something wrap around my shoulders and body from behind, like a giant weighted blanket. But also like a person, like wings. Like LOVE. I can’t describe it any other way as cheesy as it sounds. I wasn’t exactly sleeping soon, but after spending 2 hours hysterically sobbing and feeling numb, I felt safe and okay, if not happy.

(tw, slight suicidal intention) The second time was about 7 months later. I was driving to my apartment in a bad rain storm. I made a dumb, preventable mistake and my car slipped off the road and started rambling through the bushes along the side. I tried to steer but I was being jostled around. It felt like it last for a while, because I have a clear memory of thinking “I’m about to die” and basically resigned myself to it. I had the impulse and took my hands OFF the wheel, which I knew was ALSO dumb and I SWEAR that time lasted several seconds. Then I had an impulse to put my hands BACK on the wheel...which led me to eventually turning the wheel JUST right so I hit a culvert, which bounced me back up onto the road. I came to a stop literally in the driveway of a church.

All of these experiences have led me to believe I have a definite connection to the paranormal. Most of it is mundane inconsequential things, but the big things are undeniable.

#Christian #empath #medium #paranormal #psychic #clairsentient #about me #save #spirituality

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theflannelgraphfilespodcast-blog · 6 years

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God Thing noun. ( gäd ˈthiŋ ).

1) Any event which creates convenience for a Christian, esp. if minor and largely irrelevant

2) A coincidence deemed pleasing to a Christian.

A “God Thing” is whenever something very small works out the way I want it to.

There’s a verse in a letter written to Christians in Rome by a really cool dude called Paul (trust me - we’ll meet him sometime) that says, “ And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” The largest cause of the use of the Christianese term “God Thing” might be this verse - or rather, misinterpretation of this verse.

According to this definition, all these things are “God Things:”

- I was really tired this morning, and then I realized I had a $5 Starbucks gift card in my wallet, so I got a coffee for freeee.

- I broke my iPhone charger, but then my friend had one in her bag.

- When I was running late, I hit every green light so my commute took three minutes less than usual.

- My kid didn’t get the sniffles that all the other kids are getting at his school.

- I am wearing the same Chacos as my friend. (Author’s Note: This is undeniably an act of the divine providence of God)

- I ran into an old friend at the store and we talked about the latest episode of This Is Us for two hours.

And of course, it is true that God caused all these things. There is a lot of truth to the idea that God could have sent you a little “present” like an easy commute or good health. He loves to give good gifts to his children!

But it is really dangerous to imply that these shiny little moments in your day are the only ones that God was in charge of, and that’s why they were so happy and lovely; that they were the only “God Things” in your day.

God was actually in charge of all the moments in your day - even the terrible ones. That means, therefore, that these were also “God Things:”

- I stubbed my toe and it hurt greater than or equal to non-epidural childbirth.

- As I was walking down the street in the rain, a car passed by and spewed muddy puddle water all over me.

- I found out my grandma has cancer.

- I found out I have cancer.

- The person I love doesn’t love me any more.

- It’s Sunday and I can’t go to Chick-Fil-A.

Okay, maybe some of those are better examples than others, but the fact is that God is in charge of everything in our lives, all the time. We love accepting gifts from God, like these little conveniences and #blessed moments that make us smile and feel like the Chosen People (that’s a good Christianese word for another day), but when things aren’t the way we like, we cross our arms and turn away in a huff like petulant children.

We want God to be a holy, holy, holy Lord God All-Giving, not All-Mighty: we want things to be convenient, we want them to be easy. We don’t want to break a sweat or shed a tear.

And if you’ve been sold on the idea that the Christian life is easy, you’ve been sold what we call heresy: something that is so wrong it can cause people to be drawn away from true faith in Christ.

It is heretical to say that God only works in the good little things. It’s even more heretical to say that God owes you these indulgences because you did a nice thing for someone or donated to a particular church.

So what about the verse from earlier - “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose?”

Well, that verse isn’t actually from a section of the letter about how awesome it is that God does whatever we want all the time. Actually, it’s from a section about how God gives us help through our sufferings, but certainly not out of them.

If we assume that “God Things” are only the good little moments of our life, we make God into a little errand-boy who follows us around, picking up after us and leaving a chocolate on our pillow.

We forget that God is so powerful and so good that he can use all things for our benefit. All things. That means he is powerful enough to make something beautiful out of the worst moments of your life - even the worst moments of human history.

Want proof?

Millennia ago, God saw all the insufferable evil in the world and destroyed thousands of people because of it. He did this to show how serious evil really is.

But a couple thousand years after that, God saw all the insufferable evil in the world and destroyed His Son. He did this to show how serious His Love for us is.

Wanna see a real “God Thing?” It’s Jesus, hanging on a cross, giving up His life for the salvation of the world. Anyone who looks to Him and believes can never be separated from God’s love.

So yeah, thank God when he drops you a little love note, a little bright spot in your day.

But don’t forget to thank Him when He lets it rain, too.

#christianity #christian #christian life #podcast #bible #faith #sin #evil #god thing #christ #christianese #how to speak christianese #salvation

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