prayerpartner:

lovemelauralee:

thoughyourheartisaching:

starlight-in-your-eyes:

do you ever just think about Jesus living here on earth 

i think sometimes we tend to think He just bounced from one miracle to another and everyday was a Bible story but His ministry lasted for three years and the Gospels don’t actually cover that much so

imagine all those ordinary days?? 

He probably had favorite foods and morning routines and sore dirty feet from walking while sweat ran in His eyes in the hot Judean sun and He got blisters and hiccups and colds and maybe He snored 

all the times He laughed till He cried and i bet He had inside jokes with His disciples. imagine having an inside joke with the person who gives you breath to laugh in the first place 

and He had human skills He knew how to build a house and cook and wash his clothes and read 

passing food at the dinner table and bumping hands with Jesus 

talking about silly inconsequential things like the weather 

maybe some nights John was sleepy and he leaned against Jesus and could hear His heartbeat 

maybe some nights a disciple had insomnia and he climbed out of his bedroll to find Jesus sitting against a rock, looking up at heaven, and they sat and watched the stars together 

(the God of the universe looking up through short-sighted eyes at His creation, and the disciple wants so badly to ask what it was like to shape each star, but he looks at those calloused human hands and something in him trembles) 

do you ever think that the ordinary days so far outnumbered the miraculous ones that the disciples, sometimes, almost forgot

and then He goes and turns water into wine and feeds five thousand people from a kid’s lunch and brings dead Lazarus walking alive out of the tomb and they just kind of lose their breath

not because they didn’t expect deity to accomplish the impossible but because this God has been living with them

it’s not the miracles that are unthinkable

This is so beautiful.

Also, imagine his ordinary days with his family. Imagine Joseph telling him stories and he listening, paying attention. Imagine when Joseph and Mary put child Jesus in bed and could hear his breathing sounds. Or imagine the inside jokes he had with his mother about his father, or with his father about his mother. Imagine the God of the world not only looking at the stars but also watching the majesty of a sunset. Imagine child Jesus running around the house, singing beautiful and cute cultural songs that Mary might’ve taught him. Imagine his joy when he ate his favorite food or taking a bath after a hot day. 

Imagine Joseph’s doubt when figuring out that he would have to teach carpentry to God himself. And that Jesus, the Lord, actually took time to listen and learn his old father’s words. Imagine God’s humble attitudes. We usually say that he humbled himself by coming as a human. But it’s only when we actually think about what makes us human, that we get the idea of how big was it. The God of the world taking time and putting effort to learn what we, merely humans, had to teach/say. And he wanted to. He wanted to be near us. And be one of us. When God lowered himself, that’s when He showed us how big He was. 

This my favorite post in the world.

Aw. ❤

(Source: windsswept, via ourguideisaslan-deactivated2017)

justforsmiles:

He says she’s the one by his side. She’s his wife. There’s nothing going on between him and that other woman also known as his first love. The first love he was so crazy about. The one he said he felt apologetic about. The one he felt guilty about. The one he probably would’ve ended up with if it weren’t for his parents and moving to a different city. 

You’re just friends now. There’s nothing to worry about, he tells the wife. He tells her to stop muttering nonsense. 

The first love is furious, however. It has been some over 25 years, but that doesn’t stop her anger. Why did you leave me? Why didn’t you say bye? Why??? It didn’t stop her from making rash decisions in befriending him, blocking him, deleting him…only to add him again. About 10 times over.

And each time, he added her back. 

His wife doesn’t ask for much. She just asks for him to be truthful and not to break his promises, but he breaks his promises to her over and over again.

“I won’t add her back no matter what she tries next time”, he promised. He talked to her just yesterday over the phone. “It’s nothing. We don’t talk much. She added me, so out of respect, I added her back.It’s nothing. You’re overthinking! Stop overthinking.”  

Meanwhile, they both know that the first love still has feelings for him. She had asked if you loved her. A month or two back, she asked if he would be willing to leave his wife’s side to go have a wild night of fun with her. She asked if he still loved her. She later apologizes for being so disrespectful. Everything is okay. They speak less. She blocked him. Deleted him. She adds him again. It repeats.

What he doesn’t do is stop to think about the pain he causes his wife. The one he should be talking to more. He isn’t aware of her sacrifices. Her tears. Her thoughts. He doesn’t appreciate her dedication, love, and loyalty. Nor does he listen to her perspective. Social life? Not much of a social life for her, while he goes out with his buddies and talk to whomever. She has him and her children, who quite frankly, are growing up and dealing with their own fair share of problems. Her other immediate family members are all but thousands of miles away. 

All she wants is some companionship. The same amount of effort and care he gives to his first love. “She’s mentally unstable, you know? We’re all grown, we’re not in our 20′s anymore, what do you think will happen?” he repeats over and over to his wife. The thing is, she wants to know why she is never his first choice. With everything on the line, he still protects the first love. He sees no issue in this bothering her and trying to find a solution. It’s not insecurity, no. It’s the fact that he breaks his promises to her time and time again. Empty words. Actions thwart the words away. The fact that his first love still controls the relationship he has with her. The fact that he is arguing with her over that woman. The fact that whatever she say has little to no impact on him as the words of his first love. She is not her. 

The wife loses all words. “Divorce me then. You can say whatever to her then. That’s what you want. There are rumors that her daughter is yours.” “What? WHO SAID THAT?” he asks. “You’re always overthinking, I told you there’s nothing going on.” He walks away. 

Say what you mean and have your actions prove what you say. 
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This is what I don’t want. I don’t want a faded marriage. An empty marriage. Then again, you never know if this would happen and when. In spite of this, if you ever have or still have feelings for another, make sure you don’t hurt another innocent soul who just wants to love you with all their hearts, but you do not have the capacity to do the same. If you can’t make someone the happiest they deserve, someone else can and they deserve that person who will be there 100% to do it. If you don’t factor in what your partner says or consider their emotions valid, you aren’t listening or loving them. If you can’t treat them right and make your partner feel like he/she is #1, let them go.

(via psych-facts)