I keep asking God,
“You know this hurts, right?”
As if He is unaware that this season is difficult for me.
As if He doesn’t know everything about me, every last detail.
As if He doesn’t know His very own daughter’s feelings.
As if my reminding Him of how uncomfortable this is, how much pain my heart is in, is going to change His plan for my good and His best for me.
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God doesn’t tolerate you.
Yes, you read the correctly.
God didn’t make you to put up with you. He didn’t see a pile of extra cells and some leftover traits and say, “hey, I think I could make a person out of that.” He didn’t fall asleep the night you were conceived and try to decide what to do with you in the morning.
He loves you.
He planned for you since the beginning of time. He made you to live in this time and in this place. Every single aspect of you was thought of before your parents even met, before they were even born. He made you to be unique and He made you to be a Saint.
He delights in you.
He is passionately in love with you. He loves to see you use the gifts and talents He gave you. He loves to see you make with what He created you with. He looks upon you with more love than a mother gazes at her baby. You don’t bother or annoy Him when you try to tell Him about your problems; He’s pleased that you want to spend time with Him at all.
You are not a burden to God.
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"You are under no obligation to be the same person you were a year, month, or even 15 minutes ago. You have the right to grow. No apologies."
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anonymous
be better than yesterday
(via serious)
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*soft piano starts playing*
“Some people live for the fortune…”
Friend 1: You better not
Friend 2: Sis you are SINGLE
me:

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