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lbright90 · 1 month
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From the Beginning Pt. 4: Stumbling Block
After the divorce was finalized, we became more active in our church.  We joined the choir and participated in Church plays.  It was at this church that I found a love for singing and praising God.  While I was here, I kept feeling God wanting me to give it all to him, but I was still wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do.  As a teenager I struggled with finding answers to questions that I couldn’t understand.  Part of it being my stubbornness for not asking God what he wanted and not listening to his call, along with not taking the time to really seek his Word or his face.
 About 1-2 years later I was about 16-17 when I found some friends at school who accepted me for me. When I was 14, I started smoking due to a miscommunication between my father and I, and I continued after he left.
It was when the church had found that I smoked they began to scrutinize me because being part of the choir sends the wrong message.  I was also pulled into a meeting two other times. Once over black eyeliner because they believed that wearing black eyeliner was sinful, and because I had commented ‘I love you’ on my friend’s post.  My friend had become much like a sister to me, but instead of them asking me the nature of our relationship, they had already made their minds up that it was in a sinful nature.
It was at this time that I felt I was no longer welcomed at the church because they didn’t reference any verses to show me the error of my ways. They just told me that I wasn’t allowed to participate in the choir anymore because it sent the wrong message.
2 Timoth 3:16 KJV
All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness:
Romans 14:13 KJV
Let us not therefore judge one another any more: but judge this rather, that no man put a stumblingblock or an occasion to fall in his brother's way.
Leviticus 19:14 KJV
Thou shalt not curse the deaf, nor put a stumblingblock before the blind, but shalt fear thy God: I am the LORD
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delphine10 · 2 years
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I go to the movies because I like adventure and adventure is something I don’t get much at work... so I go to the movies. Tom Windfield (John Malkovich) - The Glasse Menagerie (Paul Newman)
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therealmsparkerrrr · 10 months
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Above and Beyond
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aliyahj08 · 11 months
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Y'all I was just thinking and to this next generation One Direction is gonna be like The Beatles to gen z, and it saddens me.
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kingkellyyung · 1 year
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Hey guys go check out my EP, I just dropped it and it’s vibe , for those who likes chill and cool 😎 vibes like myself this is the EP for you. Oya make he no be like say I too talk , just click the link in my Bio and confirm yourself. Thanks y’all ❤️ #TheJoyrney #Kellyyungnwane #chillvibes #relax #mindblowing #reality #storyofmylife #story #flex #blessings #god #mytime #win #fame #famous #star #superstar #celebrity (at Lekki Phase 1, Lekki, Lagos) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp0gkLoMzMH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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My Near-Death Experience in Vet School
Trigger warning. 
You read that right. 
It was the final year of vet school. After 4 and a half long years of constant grind, sweat and tears, we have made it this far as vet students. All the more reason to push through no matter what, right? Wrong. Well, not always at least. 
I probably should have gotten myself checked up earlier on as soon as symptoms were starting to show. It was about the middle of the year, so I was half-way through completing my clinical rosters. I started feeling light-headed and dizzy at random times during the day, and I always got home feeling completely exhausted. When my mother would tell me to do a chore such as the dishes, I could only mutter the words “I just do not have the energy.”
But of course, I thought that it was normal. I mean, I did work a full 16 hours that day, and the day before, and the day after (yes, really). So obviously, I brushed it off. This exhaustion continued for the next couple of months. I started experiencing shortness-of-breath, my heart rate was always quicker than normal (I assumed that this was due to anxiety while working in the vet hospital), and I struggled to recall certain facts. However, being the goal-driven but also very stubborn me, I refused to get myself checked. I forced myself to push through. In a way, I was worried that my condition might be serious, and that if I were to end up in hospital, I would have had to miss school. I guess my subconscious knew that it could be something serious going on, but I avoided the thought altogether as I all I cared about was school. 
Stupid, stupid girl.
Fast forward towards the end of the year; when my family and I planned a weekend trip to Ohakunae, a town in the North Island of New Zealand (where I studied). That was when we noticed that something was....indeed, seriously wrong with me. I could hardly take a few steps forward without getting out of breath. My thoughts were foggy; as I could hardly think straight. On the way back from our trip, I was so nauseous that I had to lay in the back seat. For some very weird reason, my body suddenly decided that it was craving soup dumplings. Soup dumplings, out of everything! I begged and begged my parents to get some at our usual restaurant “Noodles and Dumplings”. No other soup dumplings would have satisfied me. Once we got there and took a seat at our table, I realised that I had to use the toilet urgently. However, my energy levels were so dangerously low that I could not even find the energy to stand up. The soup dumplings arrived; I took one bite and placed immediately placed my utensils back down onto the table. I could not swallow. I managed an apple when we arrived home. However, things got worse when I suddenly threw up. I remember reaching for my phone to call my dad, and I could hardly utter the words “Get the ambulance.”
The ambulance arrived shortly after; but strangely enough, all my vitals seemed normal. Except for one thing. When they pulled my eyelids down with their fingertips, they all went; “Hmm, well you are pretty pale.” 
They rushed me to the nearest clinic in town. Since I still felt nauseous on the way there, they had to give me an intramuscular shot of Odansetron into my right thigh. That hurt like a ****. The effects of the anti-nausea medication kicked in after 10 minutes, and I immediately felt better. When the doctor performed vital checks on me, everything was normal and I felt so much better. Hence, they let me go and told me to “stay home and rest”. 
My parents, however, were not satisfied. Especially my dad. He refused to let it slide and insisted that I needed a blood test. So after much arguing, there I was again, back at the clinic, getting a blood test. I remember sitting in the waiting room with my parents for results. When my mum and I decided to take a walk around the block, just as we stepped our foot out the door, the doctor came running after us, with a piece of paper flapping in her hands; which I assumed were my blood test results. She uttered the words that would drive any parent into a mode of panic...
“Your daughter needs to go straight to the hospital, right now, to get a blood transfusion. They are expecting her RIGHT NOW!”
Turns out that my haemoglobin levels were dangerously low, at 44g/L (normal being at least 121g/L). 
I was pretty much on my death bed already. 
My parents rushed me to the emergency department at the only hospital in town. Thankfully enough, it was not a long wait. I received a group-chat text on my phone. It was from one of my friends from my clinical rotation at school; and it read; “Hey guys, there is a blood transfusion cat coming in later today. Anyone want the case?”
I replied, with “shocked” emojis; “I’m getting one at the hospital now!”
Turns out that I needed three whole bags of blood. Even with three bags, my blood levels were still low at 80g/L. However, all I was worried about at the time was how I could get back into clinical rotations at school. Yes, that was how stupid I was being overly focused on schoolwork. I was about to die and yet, that wasn’t enough for me to “wake up” and to put myself and my health first. I insisted to get discharged from the hospital the next day, so I could get back to work at school. Fortunately, the doctors felt that it was alright to let my body regenerate its own blood while staying on iron supplements. Hence, my wish to be discharged the following day, was granted.
I went straight back to work the following morning. My friends thought I was crazy. Now looking back, I probably was. I completely ignored my needs, for school. I pushed my health aside, for school. I felt like I wasn’t good enough. Carrying that belief with me all throughout vet school was detrimental to my health, both emotionally and physially, but I didn’t realise what I was doing to myself at the time. I was so close to death, and yet I did not care. A very scary thought indeed. 
Here I am typing this, about 5 months after the incident. I am still on iron supplements, and have included more iron-based foods into my diet, such as beef, lamb and tofu. 
What I learned from this experience is how critical it is to love yourself enough to put your health first, before anything else. If I am unable to do that, how can I expect myself to save an animal? 
By the way, when I asked my friends at school how the “blood transfusion cat” was doing, they replied me with “Better than you! Didn’t end up coming in!”
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firdadwiyanti · 1 year
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MasyaAllah Tabarakallah
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Semoga Allah selalu menjaga rumah tangga kita dalam kebaikan dan keberkahan. Dijauhkan dari hal buruk dan segala macamnya. Seperti apapun masalah & ujian di depan sana, semoga diri tetap diberi kesabaran & kekuatan. Aamiin...
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eric-sadahire · 2 years
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My favorite adult hack is when I carefully and thoughtfully put something very important away so I can't lose it, and then never find it again.
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g0fckur531f · 1 month
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“Part of the inhumanity of the computer is that, once it is competently programmed and working smoothly, it is completely honest.”
-I. A.
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biographiness · 2 months
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Time is a wonderful storyteller, and we are the characters in its plot.🕰️👥
Follow for more👉 @biographiness
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lbright90 · 2 months
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From the Beginning Pt. 1: Train Up a Child
When I was growing up it seemed like we were always in one church or another.  Throughout my childhood it seems like we were always involved with the choir, dramas, or even helping our local food pantry. I loved learning stories from the Bible like Jonah and the whale and Daniel in the lion’s den.  My grandam even bought me a book series called Alice in Bibleland. 
Proverbs 22:6 (KJV)
Train up a child in the way he should go: And when he is old, he will not depart from it.
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joyful-kitty-blog · 4 months
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Went out to the city for a friend's birthday! Ate good food and did some shopping. I'm a lot more stingy than I used to be, but I still had fun! I didn't buy anything haha. Wishing her the best as always, was a fun trip! I made her a card too, it turned out adorable! I enjoy making birthday cards even though I just take inspiration from the internet.
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sakarniwallputty · 5 months
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ख़ुद पर यकीन और कामयाबी की एक नई कहानी के साथ "विनिंग विंग्स विद डॉ. अशोक गुप्ता" के नए एपिसोड में पहुंचे, कोशिश और यकीन की मिसाल व सकरनी प्राइम पार्टनर श्री विकास जैन, आइये जानते हैं उनकी ज़ुबानी सफलता का सफ़र तय करने की अद्भुत कहानी!
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What do you do?
Being the one that has to stay structured..
Being the person that catches everyone as they fall..
Being the one that has to stay resilient..
Being the “strong” ground to stand on.
What do you do?
When your hands seem to let everything slip between them.
When your ears ring from the pain of processing.
When your heart bursts under pressure revealing an empty well.
What do you do?
When you are the one expected to have the answer but no longer have the energy to express words.
What do you do? When the thoughts drown you.
Who protects the Protector?
-Story Of My Life
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childgolden · 9 months
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"Story Of My Life" - One Direction (Cover by First to Eleven ft. @Brooke...
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firdadwiyanti · 1 year
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4 tahun Alesya-ku
#MasyaAllah #Tabarakallah
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Masih kuingat jelas, Ahad pagi, 20 Januari 2019
Kontraksi 2 jam di RS sebelum lahirmu tepat pukul 09.30 WITA
Syakila Alya Alesya
Si periang tapi punya perasaan peka
Si cerewet tapi cengeng
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Terima kasih hingga kini selalu menghargai masakan bunda, selalu memuji kecantikan bunda, selalu menjadikan pelukan bunda tempat ternyaman, walau tidak jarang bunda lepas kontrol juga. Semoga Alesya selalu menyayangi bunda, seperti perkataan & perlakuan yang Alesya tunjukkan.
Sehat selalu nak, semoga Allah selalu menjagamu dalam balutan doa yang selalu bunda langitkan.
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Nak, mungkin bunda bukan sosok ibu yang sempurna. Bunda juga tidak bisa menjanjikanmu kebabahagiaan tanpa kekecewaan. Tapi percayalah, bunda akan selalu ada di tiap hela nafasmu, mendoakanmu, memelukmu, menyanyangimu melebihi siapapun di dunia ini. Maka berbaliklah nak, berlari ke pelukan bunda kapanpun kamu mau seperti yang biasa kamu lakukan saat ini..
Nak, terima kasih telah mengajari bunda cara mencintai.. terima kasih telah mengajari bunda arti sabar dan ikhlas..
Nak, kalau sudah besar nanti, bunda hanya ingin Alesya & kk Adel tau bahwa bunda teramat sangat mencintai kalian melebihi diri bunda sendiri, bahwa bunda teramat sangat bersyukur kepada Allah atas kehadiran kalian di hidup bunda, bahwa bunda teramat sangat takut kehilangan kalian. Maka tumbuhlah dengan baik, berkembanglah dengan baik, dan berbahagialah dengan baik..
Semoga bunda terus bisa mendampingimu mengucap syukur di tiap harimu.
Sehat terus anakku.. tumbuh cerdas, cantik dan sholehah.
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---𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙪𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙪, 𝘽𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖.
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