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this actually happened: "... But they all cried out together,  “Away with this man, and release to us Barabbas”—   a man who had been thrown into prison for an insurrection started in the city and  for murder.   Pilate addressed them once more, desiring to release Jesus,   but they kept shouting, “Crucify, crucify him!”     A third time he said to them, “Why,  what evil has he done?  I have found in him no guilt deserving death .  I will therefore punish and release him.”   But they were urgent, demanding with loud cries that he should be crucified. And their voices prevailed.   So Pilate decided that their demand should be granted.   He released the man who had been thrown into prison  for insurrection and murder, for whom they asked,  but he delivered Jesus over to their will.  Two others, who were criminals, were led away to be put to death with him. ...And when they came to the place that is cal...

God provides. He truly does. He's always given me adequate food clothing shelter. a family that has my back, with 3 pretty tight faithful siblings who never judge. solid "I know you're not alright it's bro time" besties, who love me in my mess. a church that taught me to get into the Word & showed me my need for Christ. an iPhone for free that I wasn't even asking for. but most importantly. HiMSELF. God has given me the greatest gift. "let not your hearts be troubled..." John 14.1 I know I've posted about this a ridiculous amount of times, but I forget. so often! I forget what a secure resting place my heart has. I forget what a powerful constant love I have to be my shield. I forget He is the greatest treasure. I forget how _rich_ I am, how satisfying it is when I'm drinking in the King's presence. I forget that His creating me, loving me, rescuing me; (all) endows this ragged orphan with value. I forget Ge does...

cooking is therapy. idk why, somehow the chopping, mixing & such calms my heart & settles my mind. Or lets me sort out my thoughts to the rhythmic motions of my hands. maybe that's it. it's the sort of thing i would never, EVER want to do for a living--cannot imagine spending all day or night in a hot stuffy kitchen without windows. blech. but if its been a hard day or week, i actually like cooking. especially good ole comfort southern food like cornbread. ooohh baby! so tonight i'm grateful for a little windowless apartment kitchen, for the mental capacity to use things like stoves & knives without damaging myself, for motor skills in hands that are healthy and functioning, for solitude, mostly for promises. i'm grateful for a God who has all things planned. for GOOD {romans 8--promise} for soveriegnty and infinite loving wisdom, which for me become peace. peace becase i dont' have to have anyhthign sorted out. not my thoughts or feelin...

"you know what i need?" "nope, what?" "i just need more Jesus. If I had more Jesus, than everything would be ok, really." true story. in all sincerity. " For His daily, less noticeable deliverance I want the spirit to {open my eyes} so I can .be thankful.  For His mighty acts that appear at the eleventh hour , I want {grace} to .trust Him}.  But these after-the-fact deliverance's?  I [hardly know] [what] to ask What if you actually went through your worst nightmare, .what then.?  /Where was the deliverance?/  It means that there will be lots of sorrow as we .walk through life., but we {aspire} to know sorrow that is mingled with hope . For subjects of King Jesus, death and tragedy are never the last word .  The goodness of our God is certain . "  -Edward Welch. {.emphasis. & weird formatting  .mine.]

dude, this cracked me up! (maybe study brain + exhorbitant amounts of coffee, idk. but i lol'd): Mr. Darcy: hey, I just met you Mr. Darcy: and this this crazy Mr. Darcy: but I’m going to act coldly distant to you for a long time, then awkwardly admit my undying love to you and save you from liking a horrible liar and gambler, then propose to you, telling you I love you not for your beauty but for your mind. Mr. Darcy: so call me maybe. from: modern hepburn then this *still* feels like solid truth! : from:  http://youknowyoureadancerwhen.tumblr.co m seriously. when i'm antsy & restless & adhd. when i'm being stupid & emotional (or validly emotional). when i'm thinking hard n sorting something out...that's when i miss dance the most. my body still HAS to move! absolutely has to relieves stress physically. sometimes i feel suffocated, chained, trapped by my own phyisical limitations and the lack of space for whirling about....

Out of the depths I cry to you, O LORD! O Lord, hear my voice! Let your ears be attentive to the voice of my pleas for mercy! If you, O LORD, should mark iniquities, O Lord, who could stand? But with you there is forgiveness, that you may be feared. I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I hope; my soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning. O Israel, hope in the LORD! For with the LORD there is steadfast love, and with him is plentiful redemption. And he will redeem Israel from all his iniquities. psalm 130 this psalm has been on my heart often recently. it is so good for addressing my current season of life. {that oxymoron called "actively waiting"}. whether I find myself in a time of joy or a time of fighting to choose joy; there is one thing I ought to be ALWAYS grateful for: my iniquity is not counted against me. all other gifts from God pale in comparison. no storm can destroy the power of this truth. my h...

" Sing aloud , O daughter of Zion ; shout, O Israel! Rejoice and exult with all your heart , O daughter of Jerusalem! The LORD has taken away the judgments against you ; he has cleared away your enemies. The King of Israel, the LORD, is in your midst; you shall never again fear evil. On that day it shall be said to Jerusalem: " Fear not , O Zion; let not your hands grow weak . The LORD your God is in your midst , a mighty one who will save ; he will rejoice over you with gladness ; he will quiet you by his love ; he will exult over you with loud singing. I will gather those of you who mourn for the festival, so that you will no longer suffer reproach. Behold, at that time I will deal with all your oppressors. And I will save the lame and gather the outcast, and I will change their shame into praise and renown in all the earth." Zephaniah 3.14-19 Ouch. My heart is challenged. Feeling that sword...how can I not believe all His promises? Am I so wise that my finite mind ...

"In him we have obtained an inheritance, having been predestined according to the purpose of him who works all things according to the counsel of his will, so that we who were the first to hope in Christ might be to the praise of his glory . In him you also, when you heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation, and believed in him, were sealed with the promised Holy Spirit, who is the guarantee of our inheritance until we acquire possession of it, to the praise of his glory." ephesians 1.11-14