The legitimacy of a heart change can best be determined by identifying whom the change is for.
Nobody wants to be around someone who is depressed. Sad.
Pastors. Mentors. Friends. Family.
Depression deters people because nobody wants to deal with the crap a human heart can actually spew.
How “loving” people say they are. Love does not always entail immediate happiness. It entails sacrifice.
When are we going to start loving each other.
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Be free to love.
Be free to fail.
Be free to act a fool.
Be free from everyone else’s vision for your life.
Be free to give your life away, for the common good, to speak life where there is death.
Be free from the inner-loop of self-condemnation in your head.
Be free from that discouraging word today.
Be free to speak when you’re most afraid.
Be free to dream.
Be set free, by truth so bitter and sweet.
A co-worker closed the door to the staff room behind him.
It locked automatically and I started planning what I could use as a weapon: smash the glass beside the fridge into his eye, pick up the fork next to me and sink it into his leg, claw him across the face if I couldn’t get to anything in time. As I calculated how hard it would be to shove his body weight off of me, he finished making his lunch, said, “Sup,” and left, the door automatically locking behind him. I expect if I told him I was prepared to stab him with the corner of my staff ID if I had to, he would say what I’ve heard too often, the one we all know but are getting wearily suspicious of: Not all men are like That.
When I was eleven, all the girls in my class got sent to self-defense because they assumed we’d need it one day.
When I was twelve, there was a prostitute’s body dumped in the river next to my house because someone thought she was disposable.
When I was thirteen, it happened again and this time the man went to jailand people stood outside the courtroom and held up signs that he did the right thing.
When I was fourteen, my friend showed up to a sleepover late, chest heaving from sobbing and from running four blocks after getting chased by a man that followed her off the bus.
When I was fifteen, my mother accused me of being a Man Hater and I said, “No, but god, would you blame me if I was?”
I got catcalled and then got laughed at when I flipped them off. They pulled up beside me and I clutched my bag tighter, my hand going in for my keys and my mind going over how their noses would look if I smashed them in with my elbow. “What’s the big deal,” the guy at the steering wheel asked. “We’re just complimenting you. We’re not like That.”
Sorry, but I’m not going to trust you in case I end up on a poster labelled ‘MISSING.’ Even if you seem like the nicest guy, I’ll still have one hand holding my keys as the only knife I’m allowed, because I don’t know how far you’re going to take it: if you won’t back off when I tell you I don’t want to date you if you’ll shout BITCH at me when I don’t respond well to your catcall if you’ll expect my body as a reward for treating me like a human being if you’ll try to take what you think you’re owed by being a man if you’ll turn me into another statistic that people shudder away from.
I have been trained to assume that it’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing or face the consequences. I don’t know if you’ll nod when I reject you or pump me full of bullets.
Every single woman I’ve talked to has a story where they haven’t felt safe in their own body because of what a man said or did.
Not all men are like That, but god, it’s enough.
'Welcome to Girlhood: None Of Us Are Safe,
"Every single woman I’ve talked to has a story where they haven’t felt safe in their own body because of what a man said or did." One is enough to validate this, but I’m sure most of us have more like ten stories. I know I do.
Being around people who share the same vision as you is refreshing, convicting, and fulfilling.
Being around people who don’t is not.
"I’m more than what these ashes say
They will fade away when He comes for me
By grace, through faith in Christ I’m saved
I am not the same when He looks at me
I am the rose, the joy for which You died
And this I know, I move You with delight
And when my heart condemns on every side
I take refuge in the truth: I am the rose to You
My life is more than meets the eye
I’m hidden now in Christ and I’m one with Him
My love is real before His eyes
He’s ravished by the sight of one glance from me
I am the rose, I am the lily
I am Yours, I’m Your beauty
There’s gonna be a wedding,
It’s the reason that I’m living,
To marry the Lamb”
More Than Ashes - Tim Reimherr
A song with words I hold dear to my heart wherever I go.
My favorite as of now.
I get cut off at the end, but maybe that’s good because my voice starts cracking and going all crazy. YEAH, IT’S MESSY AND STUFF. But God accepts my messy praise.
Please turn an ear to the words.
They are truths.