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sassynsweet179 · 4 months
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Even with its typos, I love this. Merry Christmas!
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sassynsweet179 · 4 months
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Although this took a lot out of me to create, it is the meaning of it. How often are our wounds hidden from others. We put on airs of being fine, but deep down, we are scarred.
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sassynsweet179 · 5 months
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Sometimes, simplicity is just beautiful. A natural work of art
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sassynsweet179 · 6 months
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TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️
We don’t talk about childhood trauma enough, people are so quick to judge someone, when you have no idea what they have endured.
These images are dedicated to you, whoever you are, I pray that you find healing ❤️‍🩹
And I’m so glad that you keep pushing 👏🏾
I’m so proud of you.
Note: I did not paint these. I found this post and decided to share it here. So often we don't talk about the hurt but these pictures bring to light some of the hurt we don't want to discuss.
The person who generated these ai pictures deserves a bow and applause.
Thank you Miss Tabitha for sharing this powerful statement
These are not stolen photos. I’m sorry if I triggered anyone I just had to bring awareness and let you all know that I see you, I may not know your situation but I’m praying for your healing. thanks for all of the love
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sassynsweet179 · 8 months
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One day I had my young son go get something out of my car for me... He goes out and was taking forever... Then he comes back in with a crazy look on his face.. I said "whats wrong? ... He said.. "Dad I accidently locked the keys in the car.... He said" I'm sorry". I said son come out here with me... I took him to the car... I said "You see these numbers on the door... He says yes.. I said" it's all good" and pressed the code and all the doors unlocked... The moral of the story is... Sometimes we feel like we make huge mistakes in life... you may even cry about it... But please just go tell your father.... I guarantee you he has the code to help you fix the situation......I hope this helps somebody today....
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sassynsweet179 · 8 months
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sassynsweet179 · 8 months
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I have to admit, I always wondered what this part of Psalm 23 meant. I thought “He anoints my head with oil” was figurative language for God keeping the Psalmist healthy. I never knew this parallel.
Anoint my head with oil
“Sheep can get their head caught in briers and die trying to get untangled. There are horrid little flies that like to torment sheep by laying eggs in their nostrils which turn into worms and drive the sheep to beat their head against a rock, sometimes to death. Their ears and eyes are also susceptible to tormenting insects. So the shepherd anoints their whole head with oil. Then there is peace. That oil forms a barrier of protection against the evil that tries to destroy the sheep. Do you have times of mental torment? Do the worrisome thoughts invade your mind over and over? Do you beat your head against a wall trying to stop them? Have you ever asked God to anoint your head with oil? He has an endless supply! His oil protects and makes it possible for you to fix your heart, mind, and eyes on Him today and always! There is peace in the valley! May our good good Father anoint your head with oil today so that your cup overflows with blessings! God is good and He is faithful!!”
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sassynsweet179 · 8 months
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This story isn’t about me. It’s not about hungry wild beasts. And, although it contains some interesting parts—a misguided king, conniving villains, and a grisly ending—this story is about none of those.
It’s a story about God.
I’ve told my tale many, many times. People want to hear me talk about what it was like to be tossed into a pit of starving lions, and whether I was scared. The older ones want to know what I prayed about, while the younger ones ask if I got to pet the big cats.
But let’s not worry about all that. I‘ll tell you the story that really matters. God’s story.
I was a young man when our country was invaded by Babylon. It happened because God had sworn to judge our people for ignoring him. But even as King Nebuchadnezzar took my friends and me captive, forcing us into a life of service in exile, God watched over our every step.
It was God who gave me the ability to interpret dreams and get the king’s attention. It was God who let me find favor with every new king that rose to power, including the latest ruler, King Darius. And it was God
who helped me oversee most of the king’s empire.
God gets all the credit, not me. Like I said, this is God’s story, not mine.
Everyone who knows me knows that God is the center of my life. I don’t hide it. I don’t flaunt it. It’s simply the core of who I am.
But it’s also why some people hated me. A few of the king’s bureaucrats were jealous of me and my influence. I was a threat to their ambitions, and they wanted me out of the way. Yet, as hard as they tried, they couldn’t find a single thing to accuse me of.
So they went after my God instead.
The bureaucrats set a trap. They convinced Darius to dedicate a month of prayer to the king alone. Anyone who refused to take part in this special commemoration to the throne would prove their
disloyalty to the king and be put to death in a pit full of lions.
It was foolish of the king to agree to such a ridiculous law. Darius can’t answer anyone’s prayers. He couldn’t even undo his own decree once
it became law.
I could give many things to King Darius: my service, my diligence, my honesty, my accountability. But I could not, would not, pray to him. My worship and reverence is for God, and God alone.
Well, the law went into effect, and the bureaucrats knew exactly where to find me: in my home, on my knees, praising and thanking God. For me, it was a day like every other. I pray to God morning, noon, and night.
Those conspirators went straight to the king and accused me of breaking the law. They argued that Darius had no choice but to feed me to the lions for my “treason.”
King Darius was NOT happy about it. He respected me. He valued my hard work and leadership. He even admired my faith. The last thing he wanted was to kill his most trusted official. He spent the whole day
looking for a loophole, but the law was the law.
Shaking his head and gritting his teeth, the king had me arrested.
His soldiers marched me to the pit. I stared over the edge, watching the lions prowl back and forth, baring their teeth and eager for fresh meat.
“I hope your God can save you,” Darius whispered to me, a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
Then the soldiers shoved me into the deadly den and sealed me inside.
Continue reading Daniel's story and 37 other Bible characters in Eyewitness: The Visual Bible Experience: https://amzn.to/3hG8oAo
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sassynsweet179 · 8 months
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Me: Hello God.
God: Hello...
Me: I'm falling apart. Can you put me back together?
God: I'd rather not.
Me: Why?
God: Because you're not a puzzle.
Me: What about all the pieces of my life that fall to the ground?
God: Leave them there for a while. They fell for a reason. Let them be there for a while and then decide if you need to take any of those pieces back.
Me: You don't understand! I'm breaking!
God: No, you don't understand. You're transcending, evolving.
What you feel are growing pains. You're getting rid of the things and people in your life that are holding you back. The pieces are not falling down. The pieces are being put in place. Relax. Take a deep breath and let those things you no longer need fall down. Stop clinging to pieces that are no longer for you. Let them fall. Let them go.
Me: Once I start doing that, what will I have left?
God: Only the best pieces of yourself.
Me: I'm afraid to change.
God: I keep telling you: YOU'RE NOT CHANGING! YOU'RE BECOMING!
Me: Becoming, Who?
God: Becoming who I created you to be! A person of light, love, charity, hope, courage, joy, mercy, grace and compassion. I made you for so much more than those shallow pieces you decided to adorn yourself with and that you cling to with so much greed and fear. Let those things fall off you. I love you! Don't change! Become! Don't change! Become! Become who I want you to be, who I created. I'm gonna keep telling you this until you remember.
Me: There goes another piece.
God: Yes. Let it be like this.
Me: So... I'm not broken?
God: No, but you're breaking the darkness, like dawn. It's a new day. Become!! Become who you really are!!"
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sassynsweet179 · 8 months
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sassynsweet179 · 9 months
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sassynsweet179 · 9 months
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So I am at Walmart scanning and bagging my almost $300 worth of groceries while the employee "monitors" and then this happened.
Her - why are you double bagging all of your groceries?
Me - excuse me?
Her - you are wasting our bags!
Me - if you don't like the way I'm bagging the groceries, feel free to come on over here and bag them yourself.
Her - that's not my job!
Me - okay, then I will bag my groceries how I please if that's all right with you.
Her - why are you using two bags?!
Me - because the bags are weak and I don't want the handles to break or the bottoms to rip out.
Her - well that's because you are putting too much stuff in the bag. If you took half of that stuff out and put it in a different bag then you wouldn't need to double bag.
*10 seconds of me just staring at her.
Me - so you want me to split these items in half and put half of them in a different bag so that I don't have to double bag.
Her - exactly.
Me - so I would still be using two bags to hold the same number of items.
Her - no because you wouldn't be double bagging.
*me pressing two fingers to my left eye in an attempt to make it stop twitching.
Me - okay so here I have a jug of milk and a bottle of juice double bagged. If I take the milk out and remove the double bagging and just put the milk in the single bag and the juice in that single bag I'm still using two bags for these two items.
Her- no because you are not double bagging them so it's not the same number of bags.
*me looking around at about 10 other customers who at this point are enjoying the show.
Me- is this like that Common Core math stuff I keep hearing about?
Her- never mind you just don't get it.
And with that, she went back to her little Podium so she could continue texting or playing games on her phone or whatever it was she was doing before she decided to come over and critique my bagging skills
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sassynsweet179 · 9 months
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