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I am sometimes meh sometimes very very stress and apparently occasionally having a wee bit of fun, depends on the day what about you
"Past or future... let them be."
Sick again! ? I lost track of how many illnesses I’ve had this year, but it’s at least 10. I’m excited to get our Christmas tree this week though.
?For our Blessed Lady's sake, bring us in good ale!?
I love What’s in the Bible!
Did you know that today instead of the 25th was originally the day that children got presents? (Personally, I like waiting almost a month for them instead of getting them right away.)
I did! We always get candy in our shoes. I like waiting more too. My family doesn’t even celebrate Christmas until Christmas Eve.
?For our Blessed Lady's sake, bring us in good ale!?
I know we talked on the phone but I wanna respond here too. I’ve had a lot of mental fog lately and I’m not really sure how I’m doing. I think I’m good though.
Sick again!
Oh no! Stop doing that. Being sick constantly sucks. I’m sorry. Hope you feel better for the holidays! <3
⭐️World's Slowest Writer⭐️
My family doesn’t even celebrate Christmas until Christmas Eve.
Is there a reason why you do that?
I’m just curious because I’m going through an advent devotional right now, and the author introduced me to some of the feasts and celebrations leading up to Christmas (like St. Nicholas and St. Lucia), even though my denomination doesn’t celebrate that. And she said something about her family setting up lights and Christmas decorations, but they don’t’ actually light anything up until Christmas Eve (or was it Christmas Day?), because it’s there way of recognizing the depravity of sin and how dark the world/their lives were until Jesus came. They light it up to celebrate the Light coming into the world. I thought it was interesting, even though it’s not something I would personally do. It’s just interesting to me how different denominations and even families celebrate Christmas.
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
*puts on nerd glasses*
Historically, Advent is not about waiting for Christmas. It’s about waiting and preparing for Christ’s second coming, and it is a penitential season similar to Lent, for when He returns, he will not be a meek and mild baby in a manger, but a King coming to judge the earth. My dad says if you do Advent right, Christmas is only a consolation prize, because Jesus has not returned. The tradition used to be that people put up their Christmas trees on Christmas eve, and kept them up till Candlemas on February 2nd. The only thing preventing us from doing this is the fact that all the Christmas tree farms are closed Christmas Eve. XD So we usually get it around Gaudete Sunday, which is the third Sunday in Advent, and it’s when we begin to shift our focus a little bit more towards the first coming. We celebrate all 12 days of Christmas, so we still have a lot of time to party. XD We also celebrate Epiphany for all 8 days of it.
?For our Blessed Lady's sake, bring us in good ale!?
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I got a 40s-style wool coat!!!!!!!!!!
?For our Blessed Lady's sake, bring us in good ale!?
@theducktator Not celebrating Christmas until the 24th but celebrating all 12 days of Christmas afterward seems like a good tradeoff tbh.
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
COOL. Is it vintage or reconstructioned/repatterned? What type of wool?
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
I just wrote this short story thingy (i have no idea what to call it) but I wanted to share it with you guys <3 I feel like God wants someone to hear this!
No matter how dark your past is, there is hope. Jesus loves you and will ALWAYS come to rescue you!
Helpless.
Weak.
Pathetic.
Ugly.
Broken.
Shattered.
Crippled.
These are mere fragments of the Darkness that howls outside the walls of my heart.
This Darkness, it wants to kill me.
It wants to tear me apart.
It wants to hear every scream, relish every moment that I writhe in agony, pleading, begging for it to stop.
It likes to lie dormant for days, to trick me into thinking it’s finally gone, and then it pounces, it’s raspy laugh grating my ears.
You will never be healed.
No one can ever find you here. You’re mine, it reminds me every minute of every day.
I curl my fingers around the cold metal bars of my prison cell. My body heaves with every frantic sob.
Please! Someone! Help!
My mouth moves and I can hear my frantic screams, but the people just beyond the metal bars, those people bathed in light—they don’t even give me a second look.
They can’t hear you, the Darkness shrouds around me, and I can’t breathe.
No.
One.
Can.
And it laughs.
Make it stop, please please please…
I gasp as the pain crashes over me like a tidal wave.
Can’t breathe…can’t move…can’t even scream…
No one can save you.
Who’d want to anyway?
I close my eyes weakly.
There was only one person, one person in this whole universe who wouldn’t look away.
But it’s no use. I can’t ask Him to help me. Not after what I’ve done.
You see, He warned me about the Darkness. He told me this would happen.
But I fell for the stupid lies, for the things it promised. The Darkness said it could make me beautiful. It said it could make me worth something. It said it could give me everything I ever wanted.
I’ve never felt uglier.
And now—surely now even He wouldn’t save me.
Would He?
My thoughts start to blur. The Darkness loves to scare me, to make me confused, to make me so sick that the world fades to black.
I open my mouth to cry out, but the breath is stolen from my lungs.
It would be stupid to scream again. Nobody can hear me. I’ve tried to get their attention, I’ve tried everything.
Everything. I’ve screamed every name except One…
Several times, I’ve come so close to calling for Him, but my voice fails me.
He doesn’t love you anymore, the Darkness taunts. Surely you know that. You belong to me now.
Even though I know the Darkness is right—calling for Him is nothing but foolishness— I close my eyes and remember His face. His scarred hands, His brown eyes that could warm the coldest heart, and the light that seeped from every pore. Even though He’s only a memory now, this memory is the thing that keeps my heart beating.
Maybe He’d come, a piece of my heart cries out.
The Darkness only laughs again. I hate its laugh. It makes me feel small, it makes me feel naive. The Darkness’s laugh makes me feel worthless.
I’m tired of feeling worthless.
My fingernails still bleed from trying to scratch my way out of this prison. And even though my throat is dry and my lips are chapped and I don’t even know if my lungs can draw even a fraction of a breath, I open my mouth to scream His Name.
“DAD!!!!!!!!”
One minute I’m succumbing to utter agony, torture…and then—
LIGHT.
“She belongs to me—” the Darkness begins. Even the Darkness’s voice is different
“She. Is. MINE!” His voice booms. The ground beneath me quakes, the walls of my cell fall down in a cloud of dust, the chains fall off my wrists.
His strong arms lift me up, His lips brush my scarred brow.
“Daughter, you are safe now.”
And now I’m crying again.
He came. He really came. He saved me, after all I did…
“The Darkness can never hurt you again. Never.”
There are so many words…so many things I want to tell Him…
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry—
My words aren’t enough, though. They never will be. My words can’t bridge the gap between us—
“Child, why didn’t you call for Me sooner?”
I shake my head—body trembling, eyes closed. I rest my head against His muscled chest. His heartbeat feels like home.
“I didn’t—didn’t think—think You’d want me any—anymore,” I sob.
His arms tighten around my thin and frail body, and I cry harder still as we walk right out of my cell.
Yet the shame threatens to keep me there.
“I love you,” He whispers. The words wash over me, sinking into my very bones. For the first time in ages, I feel warm. I feel safe.
These words are enough.
His words chase away the darkness.
Loved.
This word, this voice, binds up every wound that the Darkness left.
And here in His arms, here in this moment, He is all I need.
And together, we walk out of this nightmare, leaving the Darkness behind.
#MakeNahimTakeABreak
(the real ones will know)Maybe I should have tagged some people but oh well XDXD
Imma wait a day before I bother any of you lol
#MakeNahimTakeABreak
(the real ones will know)That’s beautiful!
Loved
That word really does change everything.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
the coat sounds cool! My favorite coat is a vintage blazer I got thrifting
"Past or future... let them be."
Oh glory. Dad. He really is.
That was a little bit of a gutwrench, in a good way. Beautiful. Really beautiful.
Thank you for sharing. I’m going to screenshot this and save it to my phone, if that’s okay.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
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