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lizmargaret · 5 months
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💛 This week's encouragement: God will never leave you.
As we approach the end of the year, I hope you remember that you are never alone. It is God who goes before you.
I hope you have the boldness to be obedient, the strength to pray, and the courage and patience to wait upon Him.
My friends, remember this: living for God will never put you to shame.
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dimsilver · 7 months
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just thinking about the endless ways to be a godly woman that I see exemplified around me…
like I know women who love wrestling and jujitsu and making chainmail and leading caving tours. I know women who love baking pies and handsewing historical clothing and can knit a mile a minute. I know women who are awesome wives. I know women who are awesome singles. I know women who have children and enjoy raising them and women who don’t. I know women who wear makeup and women who don’t. I know women who are quiet and women who are loud. I know women who are more logical and women who are more emotional. I know women who teach, lead, protect. I know women who learn, follow, serve.
and all of them fit into multiple of these categories. and all of them love and follow Jesus with all the heart and mind and passion they’ve been given. it’s just really cool :)
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igate777 · 2 years
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WOMANHOOD IS A DIVINE CALLING.
Womanhood is the expression of God's wisdom, not the figment of scientific imagination. In a world where womanhood has increasingly become a distortion of biology through the injection of chemicals. Every woman created in the image and likeness of God must understand precisely and undoubtedly that their gender and identity are part of their mission, which is the expression of God's sevenfold Spirit according to Isaiah 11:2-3
Those who seek to alter and change the order of divine creation are fulfilling the mission of the Great Harlot, who sit upon many waters deceiving the Kings of the earth by committing adultery with her to alter the seed of man.
Womanhood is a divine prophetic mandate from heaven, just as manhood is an ordained prophetic assignment. Don't buy the narrative alteration.
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liliesofeden · 1 month
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”Likewise, I want women to adorn themselves with proper clothing, modestly and discreetly, not with braided hair and gold or pearls or costly garments, but rather by means of good works, as is proper for women making a claim to godliness. A woman must quietly receive instruction with entire submissiveness. But I do not allow a woman to teach or exercise authority over a man, but to remain quiet. For it was Adam who was first created, and then Eve. And it was not Adam who was deceived, but the woman being deceived, fell into transgression. But women will be preserved through the bearing of children if they continue in faith and love and sanctity with self-restraint.“
‭‭1 Timothy‬ ‭2‬:‭9‬-‭15‬
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cursedbreadsticks69 · 2 years
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this bitch keeps showing up on twitter😀
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yeah, things were cheaper back then. sorry (not really), but sometimes things don't work like that, so don't shit on us for living the way we live. if you live a traditional life and enjoy it, good for you, keep doing it, just remember to not shit on us for the way we live and we wouldn't either because god wants that for us right? wait, oh shit- she doesn't seem to believe in love and peace like what god wants us to believe in 😶. the only questions i have is where do you put a goat? and what bible does this woman read?
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candiid-caniine · 8 months
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detrans/misgendering blogs dni
im fully out here for queering kinks that are usually bioessentialist at best.
give me butch patriarchy, make me the stupid little femme that naturally superior butches come home to and order to my knees, order me to suck their strap, dinner on the stovetop. cute little aprons, negligees, total financial control.
give me transfem supremacy, every wet little hole belonging to holy girlcock, assholes, cunts, mouths, you name it. give me filthy minded, musky transfems that cuck my cis girlfriend by using me as a fleshlight, making her hold me for their use.
hell, I don't see it as often, but give me transmasc supremacy, too. give me real men with boycunts and tdicks who pity me for being agender, who mockingly lament that if only I could commit to being masc, I could be as godly as they are...but it's too bad, I'll just have to resign myself to being their willing wet mouth. give me transmascs who sneer at the poor men in this world sullied by a biodick.
just make me a free use service housepet for all the trans daddies and mommies, all the butch patriarchs and breadwinners. let the butches forcefemme me, or keep me androgynous and mock me for not being a real butch. let the transfemmes praise me for shedding the false womanhood I was born with while I worship the true femininity of musky ladyballs and girltaints. let the transmascs undermine me for not being a real boy like them, for not having the guts to go on T, and put me at a level below even cis "men."
queer bioessentialism. send post.
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reformedfaerie · 1 year
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one thing about biblical womanhood posts that I’ve noticed is that when it’s talked about, they still strive to emphasize the aspects that were remarkable situations— they leave a faint taste of feminism in my mouth because they focus on Deborah, the woman raised up to lead because the men wouldn’t; they focus on Jael, the woman who kills a man with a tent spike; a woman dropping a stone, Rahab smuggling Israelites and defying authorities—
And all of these are raised up and praised as the Biblical woman with just a hint of look!! We’re strong!! We’re in the thick of it!! We’re not submissive doormats!!
In one sense, this is true. These are great, godly women. They are our examples.
But in all our striving to remind people of biblical women’s strength, we cannot forget who else are our examples.
We cannot forget Ruth. Ruth who humbled herself and remains loyal with Naomi, submitting herself to God and trusting in His provision. Ruth who lays herself at Boaz’s feet and who sacrifices possibly being a widow soon again for the sake of Naomi’s care and God’s provision.
Martha— one who serves and who desires to serve
Mary— one who sits at Christ’s feet to learn and desires to hear the words of her Lord
Lydia— who insisted on hosting and serving the Lord’s messengers; who would be possibly sacrificing her wealth being a part of the church in Philippi and serving the church
Mary— Jesus’ mother who submitted herself to God’s will, submitted herself to the scorn of her peers, who trusted the Lord to fulfill His promises and whose soul was pierced with a sword
The strength of godly wives who submit though their flesh and curse is contrary— the strength of women who order their homes, are humble, are helpers, are mothers, are servers, are menders, are teachers, are caregivers, are sellers and makers, are students of our Lord.
Don’t confuse gentleness for weakness; nor tenderness for a lack of strength.
Women are strong.
And it’s not because of tent spikes.
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I am reviving the child I killed in church. I choked the holy rebellion out of that child in centuries-old pews and the cramped chairs of my old school's cafeteria when the first church wouldn't do. I worshipped false gods, Behavior and Belonging. I pretended at godly womanhood at 13 because I could not be that angry, bloody-knuckled, righteous child anymore. It hurt too much.
I failed my new gods miserably, but that didn't stop me for years. I was not palatable. I could not be delicious to those who would devour me whole, so I kept devouring myself and tried again. I was Prometheus and his eagles together in one flesh. I denied myself my fire with religious zeal. I would save the ending world and the world would let me--if I could only learn what sweater to buy and how to straighten my hair.
God, I never should have rejected my rage. Restore my heart.
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by Ayrian Yasar | The Bible is full of exciting stories, many of them including strong, passionate, and wise women. While many devotionals and books focus on Proverbs 31 to teach about godly womanhood, let’s also remember the many narratives that portray women of valor in the Scriptures. Here are five God-glorifying traits we find…
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lillie98 · 2 days
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Calypso's Fatal Loyalty
I finished reading Calypso's story in The Battle of the Labyrinth last night, and it absolutely broke my heart. She was an innocent woman whose only fault was supporting her father. Do I agree with her decision to side with her father when he actively fought against the gods? No, but I understand her logic. Calypso was groomed to obey her father at all costs, to break this bond would be an act of betrayal. She held family in the highest regard and blindly followed her father into battle. This does not mean she doesn't actively regret her decision, and she tells Percy as much, asking him if he supports the gods because he loves them or because of Poseidon, to which Percy answers in favor of his father.
Both Calypso and Percy have the Fatal Flaw of Personal Loyalty, but the gods handle it in extremely different ways. While Percy is rewarded and held in high regard for his loyalty, accomplishing quests, and surviving feats that would surely kill anyone else, Calypso is punished--left alone with invisible servants (which is a whole other conversation) and forced to fall in love with heroes she knows will never love her back. The gods use her loyalty against her, mocking her with their punishments and games, dooming her to an eternity of heartbreak. Physically, she is sixteen years old, a romantic teenage girl. She should be dating boys, hiding them from her father, and discovering her version of womanhood. Instead, she watches hero after hero sail away to live the life that was taken from her. It's the cruelest punishment one could inflict on the adolescent mind. I imagine her standing on the shore of Ogygia after Percy disappears from sight, and breaking down in tears with no one to comfort her. She called Percy "my brave one," but I'm inclined to bestow that title onto her.
Despite knowing the outcome of caring for Percy and nursing him back to health, she is kind to him. She feeds him, gives him a safe place to recover, and never judges him for talking about the outside world. She accepts Percy for who he is, something Percy is still learning to do for himself. I do have an issue with her essentially leading him on, but I also understand how female kindness often gets misconstrued as romantic feelings. Calypso's story is a meditation on the female existence and the weaponization of women's kindness. The gods know Calypso will care for whatever hero washes up on her shores, wholly and completely, so they send heroes who will take advantage of that kindness and ultimately leave it behind. Maybe I identify with this story so much because I was Calypso, trapped in a toxic environment, selflessly giving my love to someone who could never return it. When I think about that experience and whether I would act in the same way if given the chance, my answer is always yes. Kindness is never about reciprocation or transaction, it's about doing the right thing by another person, regardless of the outcome. Calypso could have looked at her situation and become bitter, letting the heroes die on her shores, but she doesn't. She loves them hard and fast, even if she knows it will break her in the end.
I've struggled with extending my kindness to others since escaping my situation many years ago, but Calypso reminded me that my kindness is mine alone to give. Most people will not appreciate it for the gift it is, but that doesn't mean they are undeserving of it. I guess this is my curse, to love the world and everyone in it. Just like Calypso reverently bows to Hephaestus, despite his godly status that trapped her in Ogygia in the first place, we should learn to forgive and find the good in every human, even those who hurt us. As Percy sails away, he says Calypso will always be "his greatest what if," and I believe this experience fundamentally changed him, making him more empathetic to those around him. If Calypso can bring him back from death's door and easily befriend him despite knowing the outcome, maybe he can love more readily, too. Maybe he can change his perspective. I'm excited to see how this experience changes Percy and (hopefully) makes him a kinder, more accepting person. Our world is swarming with hate and division right now, and it will be the Calypsos--the peacemakers, the middle grounders, the unifiers--that heal our wounds.
"It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." Alfred Tennyson
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lizmargaret · 2 years
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rotzaprachim · 8 months
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there’s a lot of terrible evangelical related behavior but I feel Kristen girldefined *the godly plan for womanhood is to be a doting wife and mother* adopting two boys from Ukraine after years of infertility (with all the internalized baggage at the point) and then changing their names and refusing to let them speak Russian. Is on a certain kind of level
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igate777 · 2 years
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coastalroses · 9 months
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to be honest at the heart of it i’m just a six year old girl who doesn’t understand why kindness isn’t the automatic reaction. my immediate response to “hormones trans women have been using to lactate are now found to be linked to heart problems in the infants consuming the milk” is “those poor kids and poor moms who just want to feed their children. we should work harder to find new ways for trans women and all people to feed their babies and in the meantime i’m so sad for them” but the reaction all the ‘godly child-protecting family-oriented activists (even feminists)’ is “fuck those men (trans women) purposefully trying to endanger children and mock womanhood!!! this is why all queers are pedophiles who want to hurt children!!” like??? no???? for someone who claims to follow the word of jesus and claims to love and cherish children you sure are fucking horrid to literally anyone outside of your little bubble. you sure do lack basic kindness. “be like innocent children” they quote from the bible and yet instead of assuming the best in people and being as kind and compassionate as they can they decide to spit cruelty and baselessly assume unspeakable horrors upon innocent people who are much more affected from these pieces of bad news than they are. you care so much about protecting children but you hate adults so much that it ends up making me wonder what is the point of them caring about children? just to abandon them once they’re older? what is the point? usually these people are so entrenched in the culty conservative mindset that their thoughts are just “reproduce reproduce reproduce” and no other purpose in life, so they claim to have a deep love for children but they clearly do not have any sort of love for adults. how do you claim to protect children when you don’t have any compassion for what those children will someday be. fuck
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reeinrem · 7 months
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A Thirst To Suffer; The Inclination To The Tragically Beautiful
“Man, the bravest of animals, and the one most accustomed to suffering, does not repudiate suffering as such; he desires it, he even seeks it out, provided he is shown a meaning for it, a purpose for suffering. The meaninglessness of suffering, not suffering itself, was the curse that lay over mankind so far.” - Friedrich Nietzsche, “On the Genealogy of Morals”
      I believe that my pain is what makes me a good person. For years, I've clinged on to my illnesses and sufferings knowing that they're the part of me that taught me survival, unconditional love, and the nobility of self-sacrifice. This led me to desire the very thing that may kill me - a dagger to my heart yet a badge of honor that I so badly want. The blatant irony of this yearning made me question my own intellect; what do I find beautiful and noble in the act of suffering and despair? Am I truly that desperate to be a paragon of self-sacrificing womanhood? 
     Although feeling alone with my thoughts, I was surprised to find out that this desire to suffer actually has its roots in early history. In his book titled “On the Genealogy of Morals”, Nietzsche states that the concept of ‘good’ was originally synonymous with the traits that aristocratic nobles possessed, such as bravery, wealth, strength, and physical health. He also cited etymological evidence - ‘gut’ being German for both ‘good’ and ‘man of godly race’. From this aristocratic framework of goodness, the concept of evil and bad emerged as the opposing traits of this ‘good’, which are the ones that are closely related to the traits that the common people had. Eventually, the common people constructed their own morality system of bad and good. To them, evil was associated with all the traits that aristocrats possessed and praised; wealth, power, and pleasure were now defined to be evil. Consequently, their version of good is the exact opposite of their bad. To be good is to not yield power, wealth, and strength, as manifested in a great multitude of religions today. To make it short, Nietzsche claims that human beings purposely subject themselves to pain in order to be considered a good person.
     Each of us are aware that suffering will always be relative to our humanity - almost as if it is woven in our DNA. Thus, to experience pain is inevitable, but to inflict this pain upon ourselves gives us a sense of control and self-mastery over our existence. Not only that, we solder moral values in self sacrifice and suffering, giving meaning to our pain. In Victor Frankl’s Logotherapy, the will to meaning is humanity’s main motivation to live, and to endure suffering. This suggests that suffering ceases to be suffering in the moment that meaning is tied to it. 
     I won’t deny that the fractures in my soul make me feel special. I admit that I view my pain to be poetic and beautiful as a way to cope with how much of it has eaten me alive. Everyday I offer myself like a cake to be cut and devoured by those I love; because maybe then I’m not only damaged - but rather a shattered mirror of nobility and devotion. I run away from worldly pleasures in hopes of being an instrument of goodness in this world. However, I’m starting to realize that I’m seeking misery and sacrifice in order to provide myself the happiness I’m willing to give to other people. This act of self destruction that is at once gratifying is a form of sadism that I can’t seem to escape. After all, my pain is what made me a good person, and through it I’ve learned to overcome the greatest shadows by letting the light seep through the cracks of my fragmented heart. 
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rockchatterbox · 1 year
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wings of fire was my gay awakening. i wish this was a shitpost, but its going to be a rant about how a children's fantasy book taught me about lesbians.
to start off, i want to clarify that i live in the american south. my mom is really chill, but the rest of my family is transphobes, racists, and kept trying to convert me to christianity and biblical womanhood. that obviously didn't work. i was hyperfixated on fantasy books back then to escape my boring ass life in the cornfield, and i eventually read wof at my school library in 6th grade. i loved it. before it taught me about the gays, it taught me that yes, women can be badass, women can be self sufficient, and women don't need to sit around and be stupid housewives.
and then, sundew and willow. they blew my 11 year old, midwestern brain. until then i didnt know girls could like other girls, and then it hit me. that was why i always said i didn't want a husband and i was never that boy crazy girly girl. i liked girls. (i also wasn't even a girl, but thats a story for another day). i wanted to be strong and tough, i wanted to kiss girls. i was never going to be that godly woman, baking bread after church on sunday. it became my life mission to kiss girls.
i have long since left my wof hyperfixation behind, but it still holds a special place in my heart. i have copies of all the books on my bookshelf in their own section. i still reread them sometimes because they played such a huge part in making me who i am today. when i chose my new name, i considered willow. it wasn't what i decided on in the end because i wanted something more masculine, though.
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