October 2011
71 posts
It's My Birthday!
So I just tried on a few outfits to wear and I think I found the right one for whatever my friends have up their sleeves! Plus I get a free cake from the Rot. Lol. Now its time to go to sleep so I won’t be late to convo hahaha. :)
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Every single one of em are absolutely gorgeous/handsome
The only way to get out of the Valley of the Shadow of Death is to climb the mountain of struggles.
But when you climb over the precipice and overlook the valleys below, you will sigh and with a smile on your lips whisper “Thank God, I made it”
Having a tough time tonight. Missing home and missing my family a lot. Sometimes I just don’t understand why God brought me here… I mean, I know He has a reason and purpose for all this that I in my human limited way can’t understand… but it’s difficult in ways i wouldn’t have expected…
That moment when you start disliking a person,everything what that person does bothers you as hell →
bit.ly
when they’re;
breathing
walking
asking to go to the bathroom
eating
talking to other person
WHEN THEY FUCKIN’ TALK TO YOU
I have this inexplicable weight of heaviness in my heart. I want to talk about it but I feel like I don’t even have the words to say. There’s a lump in my throat holding all the words in.
A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stamp on it and really mess it up but do not rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty it was. She then told them to tell it they’re sorry. Now even though they said ...they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bully’s another child, they may say they’re sorry but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home. Pass it on.
Matthew 9:21
I don’t know about you but I feel like I’ve been hit with some hard things in my life lately and they just won’t relent. It’s been hard to see God and His sovereignty throughout it all. I feel like I’m crawling to Jesus in a crowd of people who deserve His attention more than me and I’m just praying and trying to just touch the hem of His garment.
Matthew 9:21 puts it like this, “for she was saying to herself, ‘If I only touch His garment, I will get well.’”
Do you ever feel that way? As if you’re surrounded by people who just seem so chaste, so joyful, so obedient, so fill in the blank. They just seem like they have it all together and you feel like you’re falling apart.
At this moment I feel as if I’m shopping on Black Friday. The doors of the store just opened and I get knocked down! I’m crawling trying to avoid the stampede yet I’m still moving forward to get to that one thing. No one is trying to help me up, they’re just running over me, stepping on me, kicking me but not helping me. Every time I try to stand I get knocked back down.
That’s how I picture me trying to get to Jesus at this present time. I just can’t seem to even get the energy to stand up and walk towards Him. Every time that I do I get knocked back down. So now I crawl, I’m crawling with hopes of just touching His garment. I just know that if I just touch His garment I can receive the strength I need to stand up and fight in this war against Satan. I just need to touch the back of His garment, the littlest piece of it.
I know one thing is for sure. I’m not giving up on getting to the hem of His garment. Neither should you. Even when it seems as if it’s impossible keep trying. Jesus never gives up on us and we shouldn’t give up on our hopes of being healed. The process may suck and it may not be easy but in the end it will be worth it.
All of our sufferings in this present time are nothing compared to His glory that will be revealed in the end.
“From an early age, boys are fitted with emotional straight-jackets tailored by a restricted code of behavior that falsely defines masculinity. In the context of “stop crying,” “stop those emotions,” and “don’t be a sissy,” we define what it means to “Be a Man!” Adherence to this “boy code” leaves many men dissociated from their feelings and incapable of accessing, naming, sharing, or accepting many of their emotions. When men don’t understand their own emotions it becomes impossible to understand the feelings of another. This creates an “empathy-deficit disorder” that is foundational to America’s epidemic of bullying, dating abuse and gender violence. Boys are taught to be tough, independent, distrusting of other males, and at all cost to avoid anything considered feminine for fear of being associated with women. This leads many men to renounce their common humanity with women so as to experience an emotional disconnect from them. Women often become objects, used to either validate masculine insecurity or satisfy physical needs. When the validation and satisfaction ends, or is infused with anger, control or alcohol, gender violence is often the result.”
—Joe Ehrmann, former NFL player, from “Men Can Stop Rape” (via behappywhensad)
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My family may be coming to school for my birthday!!! I’m so excited. I’ve been contemplating what I want to do for my birthday and I keep coming to the conclusion that I don’t really want to do anything. I don’t want to be the center of attention nor do I want to be surrounded by people who claim that they are there to celebrate my life yet they really aren’t. I tend to hate parties because the “special person” is being nagged the entire night. “Jessica pay attention to me, I came here for you, why aren’t you paying attention to me?” I just don’t want to do it anymore. I want to be calm and relaxed and not being bombarded. I just want a bouquet of flowers and a time of relaxation. I want to have a peaceful birthday without drama. It makes me so excited to know that my family might come see me and take me away from the stresses of school and some of the people at school.
I can’t get rid of it. This pounding in my chest. Everything that’s been held in seems to be bursting at the seems yet it wont go away. I can’t let go of it. I feel bound by it. I want to just scream at the top of my lungs and cry it all out but for some reason I can’t. God please help me.
don’t make me snap my fingers in
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I bet no guy has the balls to write a girl a paragraph in her ask box that she'll never forget. Girls pass this on & see who the nicest guy you have on tumblr is, that can actually write a paragraph that will stun you.
I feel like I’ve taken a Tumblr break every 15 minutes while writing this paper. 2 more chapters to summarize and critique and then I’M DONE! This paper and one class stands in the way of me being home and resting.
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My Brave Bride,
My courageous Princess, allow Me to fight any and all battles this life brings you. I don’t want My Bride to exhaust herself fighting in her own strength. The battle you face, My love, is already won! Now step behind Me and let your powerful Prince shield you from the attacks of the enemy of your soul. Yes, I am your warrior and your protector. As long as you stand behind Me and let Me fight for you, there is nothing that can or will overtake you. It is My pleasure to go to war for My beloved Bride.
Love,
Your Prince and Protector
His Princess Bride
Love Letters from Your Prince
I'ma keep my expectations low, cause I rather be surprised than dissapointed.
ayoxanna: Sorry I keep doing this lol
Correction:
Never settle for anything less than the very best for yourself. You are a princess, a daughter not of any king, but of the king of kings. You deserve nothing less than everything God has planned for you.
So keep your expectations high, cause God would rather you wait for the man he made for you than to disappoint yourself over and over again with Mr. Good “Enough”.
<3
God is working in a miraculous way in my life. Not all of it is easy to deal with but I’m called to do ministry for the REST of my life so I will endure the sufferings since they are nothing close to the price He paid. So Lord, make me more like Jesus.
The more you read the Bible, the more you’ll love it’s Author.
Undiscovered Territory: A low self-esteem moment... →
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I don’t understand why a guy who likes a girl is scared to commit. Maybe I have too high of expectations? Maybe I just can’t crack his code? I just want him to be upfront and honest with me.
I guess I should explain this story:
This guy that I like is claiming that he wishes things would work…
I just want...
to be pursued.
I wish I was alive during the generation of when guys threw rocks at your window, they wrote you love letters, they serenaded you, and you would get phone calls, but I'm stuck with getting poked on facebook, sharing videos on youtube, and one worded text messages.
The problem is not giving a part of yourself to someone to keep, the problem comes when you expect the same thing back.
I don't even care.
I can cry if I want to.
So what if it makes me pathetic.
So what if I look like a baby.
So what if no one in this house cares.The tears will flow freely tonight, totally unashamed. And, Praise God I have no desire to reach for the blade despite it all.
3 hours...
the amount of time it takes me to drive from school to my house.
I took those 3 hours to pray to God and listen to worship music. It completely changed my life and my outlook on this break. Couldn’t have asked for anything better. I wish that I would make time for God like that more often…like everyday. He deserves my time more than Tumblr and every other social network that I fill my free time with.
When you wake up in the morning, →
EXPECTATIONS:
REALITY:
KE$HA:
I hate it when skinny people say they are fat and im just standing there like..
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than all the kissing couples and half naked girls on Tumblr.
