Psalms 146:4 “His breath goes forth he returns to his Earth in that very day his thoughts perish.”
O snap is that an Adventist philosoraptor I see? NICE.
Adventist written all over it boo
boo? XD
MORE LIKE PLAIN BIBLE WRITTEN ALL OVER IT AMIRITE?
*finger snap*
So let me dispel some common myths the church has when it comes to mental illness.
1. A person struggling with mental illness needs to have more faith.
My faith and my seretonin levels have nothing to do with each other.
2. A person struggling with mental illness should forgo medicine and pray harder.
You wouldn’t tell an asthmatic to pray harder during an asthma attack. You would tell them to suck on that inhaler.
Same thing.
3. A person struggling with mental illness can’t lead in ministry.
Read the Bible. It’s filled with cray ppl like me killing it for God.
Oh. And you are crazier than you think you are.
-Carlos Whittaker, My Panic Attacks, My Mental Illness, And The Church’s Dirty Little Secret
So, I’m not one for believing in coincidences. I’ve been feeling like absolute crap because I have not been sure what I want to do once I graduate (aka, in a little less than 4 months). Not really passionate about anything, not sure if I’m even in the right field but have no real alternative. Like, “all my dreams and former talents are like a raisin in the sun” kinda feeling.
And then this happened on my dash. The first picture is of this post. Really pretty hand-lettering, right? The other two pictures are of this post, which was directly under the first one. I would have just scrolled by but I decided to skim through it, and then I saw it said “We serve a great and mighty God, and He can create something out of nothing!” Reading on, it said, even more specifically:
If God can make the world out of nothing, He can take the empty places in your life and create something beautiful, too! He can speak light into your darkest hour. He can take your formless dreams and give them shape. He can resurrect your dormant gifts and talents!
…After several hours of praying about this exact situation… I just find it too coincidental to be a coincidence.
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Seeing Is Believing of the Day: Look closely — one sculpture, two radically different interpretations.
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This is brilliant and true. (Artist: Francis Tabary)](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mam06v3jEF1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg)
Seeing Is Believing of the Day: Look closely — one sculpture, two radically different interpretations.
[22words]
This is brilliant and true. (Artist: Francis Tabary)
Especially the kids programs. Adventists don’t have many of those. (smh)
VEGGIE TALES D:
Psalty the Singing Songbook… T~T
I’m bringing this back, because this is a problem…
Emphasis in red my own
This is the most saddening, the most heart-breaking, and the most infuriating thing I have seen in a long time. A long time. I’m practically rendered speechless…
…No I’m not.
What in the world is wrong with our church now that this idea is being perpetuated? That because she was raped, aka, forced into sexual acts against her will, is somehow her fault? That she is responsible for it? That it’s made her lose her purity? Mercy on my soul. Why are we putting shame on the victim?! If someone gets murdered, by their friend or a stranger, do we blame that person for getting murdered? What is wrong with our heads?
You can’t even say this is a stand-alone case, because it happens everywhere. Tell me how a few years ago, my friend was almost raped by a dude who “fancied” her. [And trust me, I am using that word for lack of a better one]. She told her boyfriend about it and he broke up with her because she didn’t make a good-enough attempt to stop it. What the actual hell?! What more, so many people do it so casually and don’t even think to acknowledge it. People look at a girl who hangs out with guys and says she’s asking to get raped. And if she does, they say “serves her right!” Even if it’s not rape, if a girl gets pregnant and she’s unmarried, we instantly look to her and gossip! We wouldn’t even know if she was raped by a stranger, a friend, or a family member! We slut shame so much without knowing a thing about the actual situation!
I added emphasis on this Q&A because Unka Glen is 100% right about this. If you were sexually assaulted, molested, raped, it is not your fault. You are not to blame. And if you think a potential mate won’t like you because of that experience you were forced to undergo, he or she is worth less than rat droppings under someone’s shoe. And don’t you dare think for even a second that God doesn’t love you because of that. He loves you no matter what, always has, and always will. If someone in the church says anything otherwise, please introduce them to me so I can rebuke them in the name of Jesus. If anyone outside the church says otherwise, please introduce them to me so I can give them a piece of my mind.
I’m done.
Wait
Do you ever get tired of praying because there seems to be no answer?
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate …
And the Master so gently said, “Wait.”“Wait? you say wait?” my indignant reply.
“Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I’m claiming your Word.“My future and all to which I relate
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?
I’m needing a ‘yes’, a go-ahead sign,
Or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.“You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord I’ve been asking, and this is my cry:
I’m weary of asking! I need a reply.”Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,
As my Master replied again, “Wait.”
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
And grumbled to God, “So, I’m waiting for what?”He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine …
and He tenderly said, “I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.“I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.
You’d have what you want, but you wouldn’t know Me.
You’d not know the depth of my love for each saint.
You’d not know the power that I give to the faint.“You’d not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there.
You’d not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence are all you can see.“You’d never experience the fullness of love
When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,
But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.“The glow of my comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth that’s beyond getting just what you ask
From an infinite God who makes what you have last.“You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I’m doing in you.“So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.
And though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still … Wait.”- by Russell Kelfer
I’m trying really hard to believe this…
