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RHI BABY CONGRATULATIONS ON 200!!!!
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gods bless you for destroying what's left off my sanity with your works <3
now, I'm here with a Matt-thot (shocker)
🗽baking cookies with Matty boy and you get into a flour-fight because ofc he's annoying you which leads to soft, sweet, delicate, flour covered sex in the kitchen floor.
bonus points if Matt's only wearing his boxers and apron eeek
kat my love my sweet, thank you so so so much for this and i'm sorry it took so long!!!! i am actually in the sweetest, fluffiest mood (of course, with a lil sexy back arching smut thrown in) so enjoy <333
it is currently 4.10 AM and wow i hope this is cohesive!!! kinda got lost in the words, and i am so happy with how this turned out :')
lost in you | matt murdock x f!reader
summary: a little food fight with matt turns into something more
warnings: fluff, back breaking very intimate p in v, fingering, unprotected sex, matt murdock in general? (lmao), breeding kink if you squint
a/n: if you see a mistake no you didn't!!!!!
The cookie dough slips from his hands as Matt lifts his head, the back of his neck searing as alertness ripples in waves down his spine. The rapid rise in your heartbeat jolts his fight-or-flight response, eyes bulging wide as he whips around to where you are behind him.
His voice is manic as he cups your face in his hands. “Angel, whoa, what’s wrong?!”
Matt’s quizzical as he feels the heat radiating from your face underneath his fingers, the vibrations from your giggles, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. He furrows his eyebrows, ears still pricked and attentive, as you choke out another laugh.
“It’s you, Matthew!”
His eyebrows are a hard line as he retracts his head back, placing his hands on his hips. “Huh?”
“Matt,” you roll your eyes. “You’re wearing an apron” – he nods – “and basically nothing underneath.”
Your grin grows painfully wide as he snorts, biting the inside of his cheek, shaking his head. You nudge him playfully, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “C’mon Matty, you know what you do to me.”
His chest loosens with a chuckle that follows, tilting his head to one side as he feigns innocence. You’ve seen that look before, the ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about’.
Sucking in your cheeks, you mirror him, tilting your head in the opposite direction, plastering a saccharine smile on your face. S’that right, Murdock?
Matt’s face slowly drops as you reach into the bag of flour behind you, his lips pulled apart in a perfect ‘o’. “No… no no no no no–”
And his hair turns white as you release the flour on his head.
The only sound between you is the whirring emanating faintly from the oven, as you’re pinned in place by disbelief and the adorable way Matt scrunches his nose, the crease between his brows as prominent as ever.
He pouts at you, crossing his arms as he moves his lips to blow off the flour on the tip of his nose. A pang of guilt shoots through your heart as you inch forward, arms outstretched to envelop him in a hug.
“Awww Matty, I’m sorry,” you mumble, pressing your face into his neck, resting your hands on the small of his back as you squeeze him tightly. You offer him a sheepish smile as you pull away to look at his mottled hair, raising a hand to wipe his forehead.
“You got me,” he murmurs, reaching out to your outstretched hand.
Not quite catching what he said, you ask. “What was that, my love?”
Without hesitation, his calloused hand grabs your wrist, tugging you forward as he spins you around, pinning you against the counter. His lips contort into a half-smirk as yours fly open, moving like lightning as he reaches behind you, only to press a palmful of flour in your face.
You sputter as it coats your mouth and gets into your nose, huffing as you pinch your eyebrows together. “Matt!” you push his chest, “what the hell?!”
“Hey! Don’t dish it if you can’t take it.”
Your eyes widen at his cheeky retort, pursing your lips as you shake your head, jaw twitching in response.
“Okay Murdock,” you say, cracking your knuckles, “I see how it is.”
His next handful of flour leaves a large white handprint, square on your chest. You don’t retaliate, not at first, but you eye him up, at his hand dipped in the bag for more, and his corrupted little smile.
“Oh Matty,” you purr, drawing out every syllable, “it’s such a shame you got my shirt dirty.” Your voice lowers to a whisper you can barely hear, but you know every word dances through Matt’s ears. “Guess I have to take it off.”
Matt swallows thickly as he hears the rustle of fabric being pulled up and over your head, landing in a clumsy heap by the dining table. He hears the speckle of goosebumps on your chest, now bared to him, the apron and boxers he’s wearing constricting more by the second.
Smack.
You land two floury handprints on his ass as you take advantage of his wandering mind, but oh…
Oh, Matt gets you right back.
He wastes no time in sliding off his boxers, his erection springing free, tenting his apron. His tongue peeks out to wet his lips as hears your breath catch in your throat, your nostrils flaring at the sight beholding, the second heartbeat he picks up between your legs.
“Now I’m wearing nothing underneath.” Matt’s voice is husky as he reaches around, tugging on the meticulous knot tied behind his back. “And now… I’m wearing nothing.”
Your mouth waters as you watch the apron, a mess of flour and cookie dough, sail past your head, finding its way home somewhere deep in the living room. The throbbing between your thighs is insistent now, the sensation of your need clawing and extending to every part of your body.
Matt’s chest rises steeply as he swipes his thumb across your nose, cock twitching as he presses it against you, hearing your lips pulled apart by a groan at the sudden warmth on your stomach.
His whisper flutters by your ear as he runs a finger through your hair. “Can you take it?”
You swallow again. “Huh?”
“I said don’t dish it if you can’t take it. But I know you can,” – he nudges your jaw upwards with his lips, mumbling against your skin – “can’t you?”
The broad muscle of his shoulders is solid under your fingers, as they search for the familiar landmarks of his scars. Your devious smile is obvious in the way you elongate your words. “Can’t I take what?”
Your whimpers are angelic to his ears as he presses harder into you, precum leaking onto your skin, making your eyes roll back in your head. He drags his tongue lazily down your neck, stopping to nip the skin with his teeth gently, as your grip on his shoulders tighten. He wedges a thick hand between the two of you, pushing your underwear to the side, tracing a finger up your slick folds.
With his lips skirting your collarbone, he asks for your permission.
A breathy ‘yes’ is all the approval he needs, and he sinks his finger into you.
He captures your moans as he kisses you, moving inside you the way you love, in the way you sometimes beg for. His free hand cups your jaw, holding your face as close to his as possible. The kisses lack their usual urgency; the strokes of ‘I wanna drink you up like it’s my last night on earth’... Matt takes his time with you here, memorising you with every stroke, with every slip of his tongue on yours.
Your stomach tightens as Matt brushes against that spot inside you, and you press your forehead against his as you unravel, flooding his fingers with the arousal he so languidly coaxed out. You’re a panting mess as he pulls his hand out from under you, bringing his fingers to his mouth.
He groans as he licks every last drop of your cum, hips bucking involuntarily. “Always so delicious for me, angel.”
You kiss the tip of his nose as you discard your underwear, the material soaked beyond belief. Bracing yourself against the counter, Matt rests his hands on your hips, chin tilted towards you as he listens to your body, to the innermost cues that convey more than what words can.
He taps on your thigh, prompting you to sit up on the counter as he presses his mouth on yours, catching your bottom lip with his teeth. He rests a flat palm on your sternum, gently leaning you back on your elbows, while his other hand guides your legs apart.
The sensation is familiar, a gesture he performs on you almost every time you’re intimate, but you shudder, baring yourself to him. It’s as if you’re exposing a part of yourself you keep hidden, a sliver of identity, of desires, you didn’t know existed.
It’s always like this with Matt, and there are times where you’ll curse him, for being able to read you in a way so acute you can barely comprehend, but you can’t think of anyone else you’d want to reveal yourself to. Not like this.
As Matt holds onto your hip, other hand on his cock, coating himself in your slickness, pieces of your shared memories flash before your eyes, the directional blur as they cycle through dizzying you.
You’re pulled back into reality as Matt whispers your name, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit, asking you for entry.
The approval floats from your lips, distilling itself in the atmosphere.
Then, he pushes into you, groaning softly, feeling you stretch around him, glorious from your warmth and tightness. His voice rasps as he gives into you, pulling his hips back before snapping them against yours. “Angel…”
You meld your body to his, pushing up when he’s deep inside, grinding for sweet, sweet gratification on the spot that brings the horizon of your release closer… closer…
The repetitive filling of your body with his speaks its own language, a form of communication that tells you he wants – needs – you; his deep thrusts a yearning for as much of you as possible.
There’s no hint of Daredevil, not even in the ancient hunger that manifests in the way he clenches his jaw, or his half-lidded eyes as he fucks you.
It’s just Matt.
Your Matt.
And your release rips from within, a cry you can’t swallow, making you throw your head back as your legs tremble. Your orgasm pulls with it a sound from Matt’s lips so obscene yet ethereal, a sound that echoes through your mind as you come down from your peak.
He draws himself out from you, cupping your jaw in his hands.
His pearly smile makes your heart soar as he kisses the corners of your lips. “Such a good girl f’me.” You feel your cheeks glowing as you bask in his praise.
Guiding you off the counter, Matt places a hand on the flat of your back, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. He leans in towards you, mouth brushing yours.
“What do you want, Matty?” you ask, pushing the flour still ingrained in his hair.
Shit, you forgot about the flour and the cookies–
“Don’t worry,” he starts, jerking his head towards the oven, “they won’t burn. I promise.”
He cuts off your next thought with a kiss, before responding to your question. “Want you t’ride me, angel.”
“H– right here?”
He nods in all seriousness, pulling you down with him onto the flour-covered floor, and your eyes are wide as you straddle him, pressing your core onto his cock. You run your fingers over the contours of his face, following the curve of his jaw, over his Adam’s apple, and down his sternum. You savour every inch of skin beneath you, every striation from his scars.
You leave your kisses along his stubble as you lower yourself down on him, hissing as he thrusts up into you, hands sliding up your back, desperate to hold as much of you as possible.
“Matty…” you exhale, leaning back to grip his thighs. The moans tumble freely from your mouth as you roll your hips back and forth, feeling every inch of his cock deep inside you. Matt’s blissed out, breath coming out in shallow pants, every ripple of pleasure cascading tenfold throughout his body.
“Use me, darling,” he mumbles, nails digging into your back, groaning as you shift your angle, the tip of his cock driving impossibly further into you.
Writhing on top, as he’s buried to the hilt inside, you begin to move faster. You’re overstimulated, breathing ragged as he toys with your nipples, at how his hard muscle rubs against your clit with every move.
He hears your impending release like a wave about to crest, roaring in his ears, getting louder with every move.
Matt’s chuckle breaks your concentration as he stills inside you, grip firm on your waist. “The flour’s like sandpaper.”
You sit up, drawing from Matt a low moan, concern lining your expression. “Do you wanna stop? Maybe go into the shower?”
Matt turns pink as he bites the inside of his cheek, but he shakes his head. “No, no sweetheart. Don’t wanna stop. M’gonna cum soon.”
You curse under your breath, his words lighting a fire inside of you. Leaning down, your lips find his as you press your chest against his skin, every bit of taut muscle flexing as he wraps his arms around you. He pistons his hips upwards, cock starting to draw out another peak as he slides in and out of you, utterly lost in your heat.
This position is almost too much for him to bear, with how your bodies are touching, with the way your pussy clenches around him. He can’t distinguish between heartbeats now, not with the way every wet thrust is amplified, your musky, sweet fragrance overwhelming his every sense.
It’s evident in his face, in his movements, in every thrust falling out of rhythm.
“Now, Matty,” you murmur, rigid in his arms as you implode, gripping his face and his hair.
Your orgasm hits as his does, cum flooding deep within you as he cries out. He stutters, still twitching, still leaking, as you slump in his arms, dazed and panting on the kitchen floor.
You think of a million clichés to describe this small, simple moment, set in stone, written in the stars.
But you settle on one; the one that makes the most sense, the only one your hazy, lovestruck brain can choke out.
It comes out in a hoarse whisper. “I’m yours.”
Matt’s arms are still around you, his chest rising and falling rapidly, so close to your heart. His hands travel to the back of your head, nuzzling into your neck as he nips the sensitive skin affectionately.
“No angel, I’m yours.”
And just on cue, the oven timer rings, the smell of freshly baked cookies filling the air.
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So it often is—in the making of a home. At first the individual lives are self-assertive, and there is discord in the household. It takes time and patient love—to bring all into harmony. But if the wife and mother, the real homemaker, has learned this blessed lesson of quietness; her life is the one calm, clear, true song—which never falters, and which brings all the other lives, little by little, up to its own sweet key, until at last—the life of the home is indeed a song of love!
Sometimes it is a daughter and sister in the home, whose quiet sweetness blesses the whole household. She has learned the lesson of patience and gentleness. She has smiles for everyone. She has the joyful tact to dissipate little quarrels, by her kind words. She softens the father's ill-temper when he comes in weary from the day's cares. She is a peacemaker in the home, a happiness-maker, through the influence of her own lovingness of spirit—and draws all into her own quietness and peacefulness.
These are familiar illustrations of the blessing of quietness. Wherever we find it in any life, it has a wonder-working influence. It surely is a lesson worth learning—which is better than the winning of a crown! But can it be learned? Can the blustering, quick-tempered, rash-speaking man or woman—learn to be quiet and self-mastered? Yes! Moses learned it, until he became the meekest of men. John learned it, until he became the beloved disciple, lying on Jesus' bosom. It can be learned by anyone who will enter Christ's school, for He says, "Come unto Me. Take My yoke upon you and learn of Me; and you shall find rest unto your souls." (Matthew 11:28, 29).
But quietness never can come through the smoothing of circumstances, so that there shall be nothing to trouble or irritate the spirit. We cannot find or make a quiet place to live in—and thus get quiet in our own soul. We cannot make the people about us so loving and sweet—that we shall never have anything to irritate or annoy us. The quietness must be within us. Nothing but the peace of God in the heart—can give it. Yet we can have this peace—if we will simply and always do God's will—and then trust Him. A quiet heart—will give a quiet life!
- The Strength of Quietness | J. R. Miller
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(Matthew 26: 36-39)
Sometimes the hardest thing to do isn't press forward, but making the choice to do so.
In the garden of Gethsemane, Jesus was faced with that very same dilemma. Either He go to the cross and die for mankind while bearing our sins, or disobey the Father's will. That choice was His alone to make and brought Him to His lowest point. His sweat became as blood as He struggled within Himself even as Satan himself whispered into His ear that He could not bear such a load.
We often find ourselves in the same place of Christ as Christians when it's time to move forward in the will of God. The choices we often have to make that leads us to our blessings are painful, stressful, frustrating, annoying, and often times we have to make them alone. It's never easy making the choice to end relationships you know God is pulling you away from, breaking bad habits, or deciding to change your life.
We often talk about the pain of bearing our cross, but what about the pain that goes before the cross, the decision?
The decision is hard, but never in vain. God always has something better than what He wants us to come out of. Yes the decision to go to the cross was a hard one to make, but suffering wasn't the only thing before our Lord; God promised that Jesus would be greatly rewarded for His sacrifice - receiving a name that is above every other name and that at His name every knee will bow and every tongue shall confess that He is the Lord to the glory of the Father. (Philippians 2:9-11).
You may have some hard choices to make standing before you now. You may have even decided to put them off for a while, but God has something better than what He's asking you to give up and what He's asking you to do will lead you to your blessings.
The decision may be hard, and you're probably looking down the road and seeing all the things you don't wanna do or change, but be not deceived, there is no victory without your cross and there is no cross without a decision.
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"It is the duty of God’s servants to warn men of their danger, to point out that the way of rebellion against God leads to certain destruction and to call upon them to throw down the weapons of their revolt and flee from the wrath to come.
It is their duty to teach men that they must turn from their idols and serve the living God, otherwise they will eternally perish. It is their duty to rebuke wickedness wherever it be found and to declare that the wages of sin is death.
This will not make for their popularity, for it will condemn and irritate the wicked, and such plain speaking will seriously annoy them. Those who expose hypocrites, resist tyrants, oppose the wicked, are ever viewed by them as troublemakers. But as Christ declared, "Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for My sake. Rejoice, and be exceedingly glad: for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you" (Matthew 5:11, 12)."
– Arthur W. Pink ("The Life of Elijah")
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i genuinely really like this show (you me and the apocalypse) it has like. dirk gently vibes but the whole tag is just matthew baynton stans and i respect the grind i do he’s a cool guy and very pretty but you are all so annoying. god bless
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jesus pt. 2
i saw the christian youth group people at o-week at uni. they all have green shirts. i see them every year. this year i wanted to try find them and convince them i'm christian so they'd give me a shirt, but i thought of the idea after o-week ended. i would've loved to go up to people and be like "hey have u heard of the bible its fucking sick"
and there was this guy handing out little bibles outside the uni gate in week 1. it had all of jesus's quotes written in red font, which i thought was sick. i've always felt like the bible is a bit silly, cos surely it's just people writing about what they think god might be, and who knows if they were right or not! but for some reason, reading what are purportedly actual jesus quotes was exciting. like, finally the real deal.
here's some quotes i found:
LUKE 5 10 - do not be afraid; from now on, you will be catching men!
MATTHEW 6 28 - why are you anxious about clothing?
MARK 11 14 - may no one ever eat fruit from you again!
LUKE 2 49 - why were u looking for me?
MARK 13 2 - do u see these great buildings??
MARK 4 3 - behold, a sower went out to sow
MARK 5 30 - who touched my garments?
LUKE 7 23 - blessed is the one who is not offended by me
LUKE 10 19 - behold, i have given u authority to tread on scorpions
MATTHEW 15 34 - how many loaves do u have?
i told my friend amelia about this. turns out she's an amateur bible scholar and she really liked these quotes. she told me about how god would give really specific instructions about how he wanted his temple built, and would be really bad at communicating directly, and would only ever appear at inconvenient times or in unusual forms, and we realized god is probably really neurodivergent. he even had specific requests about the kinds of smells that would be in his temple, which is like so sensory.
and the jesus quotes i found sound so silly. like he's just this kind of bratty weirdo who's got these really touchy soft-spots and asks weird questions. which i really relate to!! reading these quotes was like so far the only time that i've actually felt jesus' presence in my life, like - oh yeah i see what u mean dawg, i'd be kind of annoyed if someone touched my garments too yknow. i'd probably start a story in a kind of silly way just like u with the sower going out to sow thing. and his whole "blessed are the ones who aren't offended by me" thing reminds me so much of shitty comedians who make jokes about trans people. i find it kind of endearing cos i love the idea that jesus would be so sensitive. both cos its funny (ur literally god its gonna be fine) and also cos low-key i'm a really sensitive person too.
so!
i don't really connected with religion in a religious way or an athiestic way. i did have the phase of being like "religion sux!!!!!" but after i wasn't forced to deal with it, i sort of just stopped caring. my dad is pretty buddhist, and he described going on retreats to me, and trying to get enlightened yknow.
and his description of enlightenment sounded just like how i feel when im kind of zoned out, so i told him that i'm enlightened all the time! and he got upset with me. or at least was just like, no, u don't get it. i feel kind of safer not understanding it. i feel like knowing i'm not enlightened is just gonna freak me out.
so anyway,
i was basically thinking about the idea that i had created a version of jesus for myself who felt real enough, from little fragments of text. and i was thinking about how religious people like the woman who spoke with me also have these versions of jesus in their minds, that speak to them. i remember the woman specifically said she didn't read books because god speaks to her and provides her all the info she needs. and as a non-religious person, i interpret that as her sort of working off instinct and rejecting stuff she doesn't like. which we all do to some degree!
i find it interesting that a preacher is kind of trying to give you their version of jesus, to colonise ur brain with their version. like how colonial empires rebuild their architectural styles in countries that don't suit the environment - like the hanoi opera house in vietnam.
or how trans people (heehee) resist gender colonisation inside their own minds and basically dress however they wanna. i guess some people are so good at this colonisation that they become empires, like megachurches or actual empires or whatever. and i feel like their colonisations are always violent and suppressive and unfair somehow. usually in obvious ways.
the currently ongoing genocide of palestinians under israeli occupation is another example. there's been a lot of propaganda to try to demonize the palestinians being spread by various sources, especially the israeli government and military. israeli political leaders have characterised palestinians as less-than-human, as creatures of darkness, as whatever. that's kind of a colonisation of the mind, and also a justification for a real-life actual colonisation, one that's killing thousands of people for LIKE NO FUCKING REASON.
anyway,
human relationships can be like that too. we can kind of passively mingle our minds together and change a bit. we can show eachother our favourite movies or music, we can share ideas or stories. we can teach a friend a coping mechanism we use which could change their life maybe. we can just spend time and let eachother know that our delusions are both unique to ourselves and also valid.
youtube
the chorus of "teletype" by everything everything
DONT TALK A LOT, BUT I LIKE IT, COS I CAN'T TELL YOU EVERYTHING THAT WENT ON.
it's a description of a relationship where the narrator is acknowledging that we can't FULLY know eachother. just like how colonisation can't occur without violence. you need to just kind of accept that we can't be perfect for eachother, we can't be copies of one another, because we are seperate. we all experience different stuff. and that's not actually a bad thing - it's whatever it is. it can be fun, actually. talking to someone can be like playing. learning isn't really copying, it's more like sharing and iterating.
i guess that's kind of the idea behind my project. i'll explain more in another post !!!!
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As well as the promise that loneliness is not our final portion, there is also the concept that being single is a blessing. I know, I know, it can be a little annoying when you are single and want to be in a relationship, that someone comes along and tells you to be blessed in your singleness! It can feel cliché and a little condescending. But what if there is some truth in it?
Think about it, perhaps one of the most important parts of being single is that you have the time and space to become the best version of yourself for yourself and your future spouse. You can go to the gym, eat well, rest, read and enjoy your single time so that, when someone special comes along, they find a person living their best life, rather than someone who is pining and miserable.
The harsh reality of being single is that, sometimes, you will feel lonely. You will need to sit with that feeling from time to time. Please know that it is not your ultimate end. If you genuinely desire to be married and have a family, I truly believe that God is in that desire and will meet you where you are.
Ask yourself a question in the moments of loneliness, ‘Do you trust God enough to know that He will bring you ‘your’ person when the time is right?’ Spoiler alert -the answer is yes! Knowing that God can be trusted with your future, look to the days ahead with the solid assurance that being alone and lonely are two different things.
God is on your side, and He is the One who can love you wholly and fully until He is ready to entrust you to another person. So, you see, my friends, you are never alone as God is with you, and he will help to get you through your loneliness.
“And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” Matthew 28:20 (NLT)
Father God, Singleness and loneliness can sometimes go hand in hand. I pray for every person reading this devotional. I pray that they will find you to be faithful in placing them in a family – whatever that may look like – and that they will rarely have to experience the pain and sting of prolonged loneliness. Bless this individual with experiences and a life they love so their significant other can find them in a good place, Lord, not a place of deficit. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Next step – Consider who your community is, then make a conscious effort to invest time in those relationships, especially while you are single.
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GOD SPEAKS TO OUR LIVES: 12/29/2022
"If you forgive others for your offenses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive your offenses to others, your Father will not forgive your offenses either" (Mt 6:14-15).
Every time someone has hurt our feelings, has hurt us or treated us unfairly, it is human nature to annoy us with that person who hurt us, or even to get bitter and angry. And the longer all those feelings are allowed to remain in our hearts, the stronger the feeling of hatred grows, until finally, it destroys any hope of happiness.
God wants us to live the abundant life that He wants for us and that is the reason why he has ordered us to "forgive". In fact, the Bible says in Matthew 6:14: "If you forgive others for their sins, your heavenly Father will also forgive you." Look at the requirement of forgiveness is to forgive. In Colossians 3:13: "We are ordered to forgive each other if one has a complaint against the other.
Forgive as the Lord forgave you." When we are so deeply wounded it is difficult for us to be able to forgive, but the command that the Lord gives us is to "forgive", we can pray and ask God to put forgiveness in our hearts, and He will give us the power of the Holy Spirit to forgive! And when we do it, His sweet peace will flow through us and all that bitterness and anger will disappear. Forgiveness is required by God, because our eternal life depends on it!
SALVATION PRAYER:
Give your heart to the Lord Jesus TODAY, tomorrow may be too late, don't lose your salvation. Leave hatred out,' Tell him, "You are the Lord of my life. Forgive all my sins and make me a new creature. Thank you for welcoming me as your son!
Soon this year will go away, it is a good time for you to forgive all those people who hurt you, that weight will leave you and "God will bless you greatly. Your day will be one full of peace!
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(Matthew 26: 36-39) Sometimes the hardest thing to do isn't press forward, but making the choice to do so. In the garden of Gethsemane, Jesus was faced with that very same dilemma. Either He go to the cross and die for mankind while bearing our sins, or disobey the Father's will. That choice was His alone to make and brought Him to His lowest point. His sweat became as blood as He struggled within Himself even as Satan himself whispered into His ear that He could not bear such a load. We often find ourselves in the same place of Christ as Christians when it's time to move forward in the will of God. The choices we often have to make that leads us to our blessings are painful, stressful, frustrating, annoying, and often times we have to make them alone. It's never easy making the choice to end relationships you know God is pulling you away from, breaking bad habits, or deciding to change your life. We often talk about the pain of bearing our cross, but what about the pain that goes before the cross, the decision? The decision is hard, but never in vain. God always has something better than what He wants us to come out of. Yes the decision to go to the cross was a hard one to make, but suffering wasn't the only thing before our Lord; God promised that Jesus would be greatly rewarded for His sacrifice - receiving a name that is above every other name and that at His name every knee will bow and every tongue shall confess that He is the Lord to the glory of the Father. (Philippians 2:9-11). You may have some hard choices to make standing before you now. You may have even decided to put them off for a while, but God has something better than what He's asking you to give up and what He's asking you to do will lead you to your blessings. The decision may be hard, and you're probably looking down the road and seeing all the things you don't wanna do or change, but be not deceived, there is no victory without your cross and there is no cross without a decision. #Inspiration #SpiritualInspiration #Trust #Faith #Encouragement #TrustInGod #Blessed #Favored #God #Jesus #HolySpirit #Pray #Grace #GodWantsUsToBeEncouraged #Love #Peace #Joy https://www.instagram.com/p/CosYtZXOqb6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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let me reiterate that i hate it here and i hate lily’s canon backstory but LET US THINK FOR A MINUTE... lily’s working at hell ruelle in cha/in of gold and apprentlyyyyy she knows anna light/wood and is impressed with cordelias bravery and kindness ... the international implications
#ooc.#also ... did anna and lily fuck please answer the question ....#😭😭#nothing after tda makes sense literally#glad that lily is getting more page time but it just doesnt make sense#NOTHING DOES#she just wanted an excuse to put lily in chain of gold#i cant blame her but hellooo it just doesnt add up#also i just know that lily would want to kill matthew fairchild hes so annoying . god bless
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Every time I see someone with a tattoo of the crucifix, it takes every fiber of my being not to remind them that they're a textbook example of irony... My coworker came in all proud of her new cross tattoo, I pointed out that according to her God, that's an abomination. They told me I was being annoying. Go figure....
It must be nice having authority over the eternal master and creator of the universe.
Leviticus 19:28
Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you: I am the Lord.
Deuteronomy 7:9
Know therefore that the Lord thy God, he is God, the faithful God, which keepeth covenant and mercy with them that love him and keep his commandments to a thousand generations;
Deuteronomy 11:26-28
Behold, I set before you this day a blessing and a curse;
A blessing, if ye obey the commandments of the Lord your God, which I command you this day:
And a curse, if ye will not obey the commandments of the Lord your God, but turn aside out of the way which I command you this day, to go after other gods, which ye have not known.
Deuteronomy 28:14
And thou shalt not go aside from any of the words which I command thee this day, to the right hand, or to the left, to go after other gods to serve them.
Ecclesiastes 12:13
Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.
Proverbs 3:1
My son, forget not my law; but let thine heart keep my commandments:
They usually say that Jesus came to change everything.
Matthew 5:18-19
For verily I say unto you, Till heaven and earth pass, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, till all be fulfilled.
Whosoever therefore shall break one of these least commandments, and shall teach men so, he shall be called the least in the kingdom of heaven: but whosoever shall do and teach them, the same shall be called great in the kingdom of heaven.
Matthew 28:18-20
And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.
Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost:
Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen.
Luke 16:17
And it is easier for heaven and earth to pass, than one tittle of the law to fail.
I guess she just wants to be “least in the kingdom of heaven.” If she even gets there.
Ask her if an eternal creature can change its mind. (An eternal being could have no sense of time.)
They told me I was being annoying.
"Yes, it sure is annoying being lectured about what's in the bible, isn't it?"
If she doesn’t need to worry about getting her god angry by not obeying it, neither do we.
#ask#christianity#tattoos#Leviticus#bible#bible study#bible verses#straight outta the bible#religion#religion is a mental illness#hypocrisy#cherry picking#religion of cherry picking
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