After a while, you realise even the seemingly nicest people aren’t worth the effort. These people are just exceptionally good at being two-faced and backstabbing you. It’s scary how easily I give my heart away only to realise that they wouldn’t take care of it. I don’t want to go back to that place where I didn’t trust anyone - it’s so painfully lonely. How then do I guard my heart if I continue to live vulnerably?
"Sometimes the strongest people are the ones who love beyond all faults, cry behind closed doors and fight battles no one knows about."
"She was fairly disappointed he wasn’t the scrawny yet puff-chested, pompous, pale, sneering little rat her memory projected, but something rather a lot more intimidating."
- When Malfoys marry Mudbloods by secretdiary
I don’t understand mothers who tell their already insecure daughters that they have fat thighs, fat arms, etc when they clearly don’t! It doesn’t make sense to me. Aren’t you supposed to be building your daughter up, not tearing her down and making her feel like she can’t be good enough even to her own mother? If we keep heaping these impossible standards of beauty on even our own flesh and blood, where is the beauty in imperfections? Or learning to appreciate what we have? Or being beautiful from the inside? They are already insecure and unstable on the inside and you want to go and destroy how they feel about themselves on the outside too?
how very true.
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It’s as if I actually crave the darker days a little, as if friendship were made only for the ones struggling. But what I’m learning is that Jesus Christ is a multidimensional Saviour Friend. Sometimes I walk with Him and chat His face off. Sometimes we’re just together, and it’s pretty quiet. Sometimes He says go and do something, and He leads me in it. And sometimes He is simply smiling at me, saying “Let’s enjoy.”
I know I haven’t earned a smidge of it, so I know that it can all be taken away, and even then He would still be a good God.
""I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it. I’ve seen centuries and centuries of it. And it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain and lies. Hate. Made me want to turn away and never look down again. But to see the way that mankind loves - I mean, you can search the farthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So, yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable, and well, strangely easy to mistake for loathing. What I’m trying to say is I think I love you! My heart, it feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it doesn’t belong to me anymore. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange. No gifts, no goods, no demonstration of devotion. Nothing but knowing you love me too. Just your heart. In exchange for mine."
- Stardust
(Pretty sure I blogged this before, but I love it so much that I’m reblogging it.)
I don't wait anymore.
When I was 16, I got a purity ring.
And when I was 25, I took it off.
I didn’t tell anyone I was doing it — it wasn’t a statement or an emotional thing. I just slipped it off my finger that day and, before tucking it away in a box, ran my finger around the words on the familiar gold band.
“True Love Waits.” Waits.
What’s it “waiting” for, anyway?
*****
I had my reasons for deciding not to wear it anymore. Other people might have other reasons. It’s a graveyard of hearts, this place where single church girls crash into their late 20s and early 30s. Churches see the symptoms. They scramble to reach out to the ever-growing young adult singles crowd who feels alienated by family-oriented services.
But there’s something bigger behind it than that.
Much bigger.
There are a lot of girls out there who don’t know who God is anymore – the God of their youth group years just isn’t working out. Back then, that God said to wait for sex until they are married, until He brings the right man along for a husband. They signed a card and put it on the altar and pledged to wait.
And wait they did.
*****
And waited and waited and waited.
Some of them have prayed their whole lives for a husband, and he hasn’t shown up. They’ve heard the advice to “be the woman God made you to be, focus on that, and then the husband will come.” They’ve read “Lady in Waiting,” gotten super involved in church and honed their domestic skills.
And still they wait.
More than a decade ago, a youth leader handed them a photocopied poem in Sunday School written to them from “God” that said, “The reason you don’t have anyone yet is because you’re not fully satisfied in Me. You have to be satisfied with Me and then when you least expect it, I’ll bring you the person I meant for you.”
And the girls see it posted on their bulletin boards from time to time.
“You’re right, God,” they say. “We’re not satisfied in you yet. We will put you first and then you can bring us a husband in your timing.”
But many of them – if they’re honest – will tell you that time has passed, and it’s wrecking their view of God.
If this is who God’s supposed to be, then He’s tragically late.
So some decide to chuck “Lady in Waiting” out the window … and possibly their virginity with it. Church goes next. God might go next, too. If He doesn’t answer these prayers after they’ve held up their end of the bargain, why would He answer any others?
Whether it was the fault of the leaders, the fault of us girls, or both, a tragedy happened back then.
A lot of girls were sold on a deal and not on a Savior.
*****
I had that poem on my bulletin board all through high school – the one where “God” was telling me to fall in love with Him first and then I would be able to fall in love with a husband later.
Who wrote that poem anyway?
Pretty sure it wasn’t God.
When Jesus was here on the earth, the crowds would follow Him because they saw He gave good things. But that’s not what He wanted. He wanted their hearts for Himself. So He would turn to them and say things like, “If you don’t love Me so much that every other relationship in your life looks like hate by comparison, you can’t follow Me.” (Matthew 10:34-39, paraphrase)
That sounds a lot different from the poem.
Christ is the source of everything we need and the giver of all good gifts … but in telling people about Him, it’s possible we’ve sold them on a solution for life’s problems and not life itself.
What if we as girls had learned early on that having Him was everything, not a means to the life we think He would want us to have.
If we had learned we don’t abstain from sex because we’re “waiting.” We abstain because we love Him.
If I’d had on my bulletin board, “Fall in love with Jesus.” That’s it. Bottom line. That’s everything you need to know, to work toward, to put your hope in.
If I’d learned who He is, what He wants, how to give Him everything, not “wait” so that one day I could give my everything to someone else.
If I’d learned that it’s not bad to pray for a husband, but that my greater prayer should be for Him to spend my life as He chooses for His glory.
If we as believers make that our message, things could be drastically different for a lot of girls wondering why the God they think they learned to follow doesn’t compute. It doesn’t necessarily stop the desire for a husband or end all feelings of loneliness, but it does show a God who provides, loves and gives infinite purpose even to our singleness rather than a God who categorically denies some who pray for husbands while seemingly giving freely to others.
It shows that while marriage is good, He is the greater goal.
*****
Don’t think I’ve done this perfectly.
I’d be deceiving you if you thought that. I’ve had relationships where I made major mistakes. I’ve gone through angst-ridden phases where I met with friends to plead together with God to bring us husbands. I’ve planned major life decisions around possibilities.
I lived like I was waiting for something.
And that’s why I slipped off my ring that day. It wasn’t that I wanted to sleep with people – I haven’t. It wasn’t a slap to True Love Waits, or to anyone who wears a purity ring – saving sex for marriage is good and is His design.
I just didn’t want to wait anymore – didn’t want to live like I was waiting on anyone to get here.
I already have Him … and He is everything.
“Follow Christ for His own sake, if you follow Him at all.” – J.C. Ryle
"Let not our longing slay the appetite of our living."
- Jim Elliot
"You wouldn’t faith or hope down the telescope. You wouldn’t find heart and soul in the stars. You can break everything down to chemicals, but you can’t explain a love like ours."
- Science and Faith, The Script
It weighs too heavily on my heart - the fear. I can’t breathe. I can’t cry. All I feel is the hard beating against my ribcage that reminds me that I have to find courage somehow.
This is too cute to not reblog.
(via marapetsrules)
It only happened once. But you turn it over in your mind so many times and scrutinise it from so many angles that it becomes familiar - like an endless loop on repeat.
