#my faith

[ranminfan]

Laudare, Benedicere, Predicare...

And for these, Dominic treasured prayer, study and community.

You can always find him sitting and reading.

This is one of my favorite icons of St. Dominic. It always pulls up whenever I read about him, he looks so peaceful and focused.

#Also used to sing that whenever it's his feast day #it was 🔥😎 #I learned his favorite is the Gospel of Matthew #St Dominic de Guzman #Saints #Catholic art #my art #Saint Dominic de Guzman #my faith #Order of preachers #Dominicans

[oracleofdelphl]

Happy Easter! Death has been defeated. May this season make the world born again, let every shackle be broken, every prisoner set free, liberation for the poor and the oppressed everywhere, the world made anew from the ashes. ❤️‍🩹

#Happy Easter #Easter #❤️‍🩹 #my faith #☁️ speaks

[wayward-wren]

Hey, can I challenge the Christian userbase in here to consider how we use language, specifically the word 'retard'

I've only ever seen that word put on my dash by the Christian blogs I follow, and it makes me very sad. We should be using loving words that uplift and build people up, not words that are slurs and used to put people down.

It's careless and thoughtless, and serves only to anger people or put them down. It's a word with a long history of abuse towards people with intellectual disabilities, and we should be aware of that. (And yes, I am aware that it was originally a clinical diagnosis. But words change meaning overtime, and is that really the context you're using it in?)

Sincerely, the sister of an awesome kid with Down Syndrome.

#wren rambles #christians #my faith #please share around christian mutuals

[mariposavuela]

Hello to my Christian tumblr rebloggers in faith. I am struggling with really bad legalism to the point where I feel like I am developing religious OCD. I feel wracked with guilt whenever I have to make a decision. When I make a choice, I feel temporary peace, but then the wrestling returns.

I have received a word that all I need to focus on are my actions, and God will steward my heart. I don't need to fix my heart. I can trust that God will shape it through the work I'm doing.

But I'm still struggling with how to stop thinking and worrying. When I read the Bible, all I can hear is a voice of condemnation. When I pray, I'm wracked with anxiety. I don't know how to feel grounded. I don't know how to feel rest in God's presence.

#christianity #prayer request #christian living #my faith #prayer

[i-am-a-stupid-robot]

#note to self #a tightrope walk in cowboy boots #scripture #my faith #psalm 28:7

[mirainawen]

sometimes it's just: *through gritting teeth* his grace is sufficient his grace is sufficient his grace is sufficient his grace is sufficient his grace is sufficient his grace is sufficient his grace is sufficient his grace is sufficient his grace is sufficient his grace is sufficient his grace is sufficient his grace is sufficient his grace is sufficient his grace is sufficient his grace is sufficient his grace is sufficient his grace is sufficient his grace is sufficient his grace

#my faith #mir posting #''i know you're in a dark night of faith and yet you still have faith and so few do'' #uh- source?

[sassyandclassy94]

Why David is my favorite biblical figure

He took on Goliath because he trusted in God’s strength and power and because he was sick of his people backing down (THEY WERE ISRAELITES FOR GOODNESS’ SAKE!! GOD HAD THEIR BACKS!!)

He was flawed and God shows us his humanity and sinful nature (whereas others He doesn’t show us as much). He took his eyes off God when fleeing Saul and leaned on his own understanding (acting crazy to get away from the Philistines). Committing adultery with Bathsheba and murdering her husband Uriah (one of his own mighty men😭) to cover up his sin.

HOWEVER: whenever God revealed his sin he was genuinely broken-hearted for disobeying God and immediately repented and asked for forgiveness.

I relate to him. Many of his psalms show he battled depression and despair. Many times he asked God “Oh my God, why have you hidden Your face from me?” He was a sensitive man who felt his emotions deeply.

He was good example. He had every right to hate and want to kill Saul but he didn’t. Instead he prayed for him, he respected his position (“Who shall lay a hand on the Lord’s anointed?”). He had three opportunities to kill him but he refrained; showing obedience and reverence to God Himself.

He made mistakes but God still chose to use him and his line to bring forth The Messiah and His ultimate plan for redemption (and you can see how Satan tried hard to destroy the line of David)

He was 30 years old when God’s plan for his life finally began (that gives me hope that mine will begin eventually)

He had so much to fear, so many reasons to give up but he didn’t. Instead he lifted his eyes to God and trusted Him and His timing. Trusting Him to take care of him and and to fight for him.

He was a man after God’s own heart and is one of the ‘Heroes of the Faith’

Fun fact about Uriah: He was a Hittite, but being that he had a Hebrew name meant that he lifted his eyes to the One True God and served Him; changing his name to “My light is Yahweh”. I just thought that was neat! The man came to God under David while being one of his mighty men. He’s in heaven! And doesn’t even remember what David did. They’re probably hanging out and praising Jesus together right now🥰

I just love the account of David so much🥰 It brings me comfort, and joy.

#I just love David so much #always have and always will #ugh! and his psalm where he says that by God he can bend a bow of bronze and leap over a wall’🥰 #that just makes my heart and brain go 🤯🤩😲 #David #king David #Bible stuff #my faith

[wiirocku]

James 2:18 (NKJV) - But someone will say, “You have faith, and I have works.” Show me your faith without your works, and I will show you my faith by my works.

#James 2:18 #someone #say #you have #faith #works #show me #your fath #without works #I will show #my faith

[wecanbeperfect]

BE SURE THE SPIRITS ARE OF GOD

1John 4:1 Beloved, believe not every spirit, but try the spirits whether they are of God: because many false prophets are gone out into the world.

#Discernment #Glory to God #Praise God #My Father #My Faith #Christ is the center #A More Perfect Tabernacle #The Son of God #Christian #A Son of God #Happy Sabbath Day

[lady-phasma]

Whatever is disagreeable to yourself, do not do unto others

(The Buddha, Udana-Varga 5.18 – 6th cen. BCE)

The Eightfold Path consists of eight practices: right view, right resolve, right speech, right conduct, right livelihood, right effort, right mindfulness, and right samadhi (meditation).

Buddhism is often called a "practice" and not a religion because we are imperfect and fail at these goals consistently. The hope is that we remind ourselves that we can try again when we stumble.

#my faith #buddhism #the eightfold path #personal post #auntie prattles

[th3p0rtalmaker]

The hope of Christmas feels so much stronger this year with the shitshow I've been going thru.

#matthew west #because of bethlehem #youtube shorts #christmas music #christmas vibes #my faith #mood

[ranminfan]

The saint for finding lost things.

I gotta say, reading about him is very humbling, born from a rich family, but became a saint for the poor.

I'm practicing him, 'cause I wanna make sure to give distinct looks with different saints.

#Also I hope Jesus is proud of me with his baby version #St. Anthony of Padua #Saints #Franciscan #Catholic art #my art #my faith #friar #Baby Jesus #Christianity #art

[oracleofdelphl]

Happy Good Friday to all who celebrate ❤️‍🩹

#❤️‍🩹 #☁️ speaks #good friday #my faith #christianity

[mariposavuela]

Satan is trying his best to rattle me and Jesus is like okay not today + also have you seen that beautiful rainbow in the sky this morning? Everything is okay. I love you, mariposavuela. I am with you always.

I tried to adopt a cat in December. It was a tiny three month old kitten. She was adorable. She had a gorgeous spotted belly. The first day with her was sweet, but then at night I struggled. She wanted to be with me always, always playing, always climbing on me. I got her nails trimmed, I bought toys that she could play with herself when I needed to work, and when the night time rowdiness got too bad, I put her in her kennel, to start to associate night time with stillness.

She was such a good kitten. She was so sweet and playful and trainable. I got her a scratching board and she was picking it up right away. She knew how to use the litterbox immediately. I knew it would get easier. I knew I would bond with her the longer I had her.

I just couldn't keep waiting. I felt so restless, so on edge whenever I went home. Everything turned into obligation. I played with her because it was good for her, not because I wanted to. I tried to feel a spark of delight in my heart when she jumped on my bed, but all I felt was anxiety, claustrophobia. I didn't blame her for biting me, for scratching me, because that's what kittens do. But I still hated the feeling. I didn't want to be hurt. I didn't want to get scarred up.

I felt like I was trying to prove how tough I was, how responsible I was, with this kitten. I was scared if I rehomed her, then it would be failure. I was scared if I gave her up, then I was being selfish. I was scared if I didn't love playing with her, then I was stingy. I was scared that I needed to keep her to prove I wasn't sinful.

But it was too much. It was too much. I struggled to adjust to the new routine, of cleaning the litterbox and giving her playtime. I struggled to adjust to the new responsibilities, the vet, the spaying, the vaccines, the nail-trimming. I struggled to adjust to the concept that my future would be bound - that I would have to care for this creature for the next 18 years, when I already struggled to care for myself. It was hard for me to cook, to go running, to do the new tasks I'd committed to for myself, while I had another small creature to care for, who demanded my attention always.

My friend helped me rehome her. The kitten's with a happy lesbian couple in a rural town, which I think is honestly the best place a kitten could be. My friend told me it just wasn't the right time, and that's okay.

Still, the night before I relinquished her, I sobbed my eyes out. I couldn't stop crying. I felt like a failure. I felt selfish. I felt evil. I felt stupid. I felt irresponsible. I felt like I wasn't loving.

It was one of those times of prayer where Jesus swooped in physical, where it felt like he was literally sitting on the couch next to me. He held my hand and said my name, and told me to look. I was loving. I took this kitten in and did my best for it, even when it wasn't fun, because I knew it was the right thing to do. I was generous - even when I wasn't sure if I was keeping the kitten, I still bought her a tunnel, a scratching board, new toys, because I wanted her to have fun while I was at school. I was caring, I was kind, I was compassionate - this whole time, even when I was uncomfortable, I knew this baby kitten was dependent on me, and I knew I had to provide for her, because I wanted her to be happy and healthy.

I struggle with a question of love, if it's love if it's in action, if it's out of responsibility, instead of emotion. I think the desire to feel that feeling might be enough, in the widow's two coins - if all you have is a heart that wants to love, that's enough to crack it open.

I hope it's enough. I hope God sees my attempts. I think even if I failed the task, I didn't fail the test.

#on faith #my faith #christianity #religion #christian living

[i-am-a-stupid-robot]

anyway i said goodnight to my mom the other night and she smiled and stroked my hair and told me to go to sleep resting in the knowledge that God already knows every detail of my future. like. oh yeah. what on earth am i worried about. :')

#scrapbook #mi madre #my faith #lizard tales

[esuemmanuel]

Bien pude continuar encerrado, invisible y solitario, escribiéndole a mis sueños y a mis esperanzas, pero llegó Él, tocó mis labios, besó mis ojos, bendijo mis manos y musitó en mis oídos Su querencia. Imposible fue ignorar el canto vivo que me ofrecía Su garganta; mágico arrullo de notas musicales ataviadas de divinidad en Rosa, oración devocional en Sol y en prosa, recorriendo las cavernas silenciosas de mi mente hasta alcanzar el punto cumbre de mi inteligencia. Callé para escucharlo. Cerré los ojos para mirarlo. Uní mis manos frente a mi pecho para sentirlo y me sumergí en Su aroma para probar, con los labios entumidos de gozo, el sabor de Su poder. Me ungí de Su simiente, mientras a Sus plantas decreté ser suyo hasta que Su potestad lo ordenara. No hay otra razón que la Suya. No hay otro nombre que el Suyo. El día que Su boca pronuncie la última palabra será el momento de mi muerte y ascenderé a los cielos con la seguridad de hacerme Uno en Su vientre. Ya no será la vida, sino la eternidad la que me dé a luz en el centro cósmico del Universo.

— Esu Emmanuel©, I could have continued locked up, invisible and solitary, writing to my dreams and my hopes, but He came, He touched my lips, kissed my eyes, blessed my hands and mused in my ears His love. It was impossible to ignore the living song that His throat offered me; a magical lullaby of musical notes dressed with divinity in Rose, devotional prayer in G and in prose, running through the silent caverns of my mind until it reached the summit of my intelligence. I fell silent to listen to it. I closed my eyes to look at Him. I clasped my hands in front of my chest to feel Him and immersed myself in His aroma to taste, with lips numb with joy, the flavour of His power. I anointed myself with His seed, while at His soles I decreed to be His until His power should command it. There is no other reason but His. There is no name but His. The day His mouth utters the last word will be the moment of my death and I will ascend to the heavens with the assurance of becoming One in His womb. It will no longer be life, but eternity that will give birth to me in the cosmic centre of the Universe.

#escritores en tumblr #el hombre de la soledad #escribiendo en soledad #the man of solitude #writing in solitude #writers on tumblr #poetas en tumblr #pensamientos #poets on tumblr #2022 #mi fe #my faith