there’s something nice about an empty house that you can finally come out your room and blast your music and sit in the living room in peace but then there’s no one around to force you to keep your breakdown inside and suddenly you’re listening to 2003 emo music while clutching an empty box of cookies and crying
I fell asleep a bit earlier and I had a dream but I don’t remember much, what I do remember is Izuna and Madara as Tengu landing quietly in front of a shrine in the forest, Tobirama’s smile, a lotus flower that glowed in the light of the midday sun with a Kodama was dancing around, the scent of the trees, the booming sound of Hashirama’s laughter, and Izuna standing next to Tobirama holding their hands out to me.
I think the story that @sufferthesea inspired is calling to me or something?? Looks like I have to write it though. I gotta.
I don’t think my parents ever loved each other. They must’ve married for some reason. My mom was young. My dad was older, but he had a cushy job, money, came from a good family. So they bought a nice house at the end of the cul-de-sac… and started their nuclear family.
We’ve been talking a lot in church these last few weeks about the word blessed and how it isn’t just having good things happen to you. Being blessed isn’t having a nice house or being able to afford eating out several times a week or having things feel relatively easy.
No. Blessed is a joy that comes through a relationship with Jesus Christ, and only through a relationship with Jesus Christ.
So when Jesus said, “Blessed are those who mourn…” He meant that even in the darkness, there is light. He meant that even if you’re in the thick of it, or even if it’s something that’s in the past but still feels fresh, you can find joy. You can find peace. He meant that no matter the hurt, the sorrow, the wound, joy comes in the morning. He meant that the mourning is temporary, but His love is eternal.
Through brokenness comes blessing.
It’s one thing to hear this or read it when you are in a place of comfort, though, and another to try and remind yourself of it when you’re hurting. Another to live it.
Living it is hard, y’all.
But we’ve got to try.
Blessed are the poor in spirit Blessed are those who mourn Blessed are the meek Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness Blessed are the merciful Blessed are the pure in heart Blessed are the peacemakers Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account Blessed are you Blessed are you Blessed are you
I don’t think my parents ever loved eachother. They must’ve married for some reason. My mom was young. My dad was older, but he had a cushy job, money, came from a good family. So they bought a nice house at the end of the cul-de-sac and started their nuclear family. Screw that. Yea. Screw that.