accident prayers

i went to an ariana grande concert a few months ago. there were so many young girls (8, 9, 10 and 11 years old) there with their moms for their very first concert and you could feel the excitement in the air as they walked around the venue in their ariana shirts and accessories, dancing along to all of her songs.

the thought of someone planning a terrorist attack with the specific intention of targeting and killing not just women, but girls, absolutely shatters my heart.

Please take a moment to say a prayer for 5 people who lost their lives in an airplane crash that happened in Mostar (Bosnia and Herzegovina) on May 13th. It was an “open doors day” at the airport and three children (two of which were a brother and sister), a young man and a flight instructor lost their lives. Rest in peace angels!

Empty Heart [REQUEST]

This request was from ages ago so I hope the person hasn’t forgotten about it! I do love a little bit of Sehun in my life so they was a pleasure to write and I hope you all like it. There is a lot of fluff and it’s quite long.

Jade xo

“I’m sorry Mr Oh,” the doctor started, bowing low to Sehun. “From what we can gather, your fiancé fell down a long flight of concrete stairs. Her leg is broken, as are five of her ribs. Our main concern is your fiancé’s brain. She suffered a major trauma and there may be some damage to her brain. We’re waiting for the results of the scans and then we’ll know more as to the extent of the damage.”

Sehun ran a hand through his hair and let out a long breath. “Thank you for everything doctor. Is it possible to see her now?”

“Yes, but you need to take it slow with her. We don’t know the extent of her trauma, plus she is on a lot of pain medication,” the doctor explained with a smile before bowing out and leaving Sehun standing outside your hospital room.

Knocking lightly, he slowly opened the door and peeked his head inside. You were there, his fiancé, sitting upright in the bed connected to a few machines that beeped steadily,  not to mention the number of tubes coming out of your body. Sehun’s heart dropped as your tired eyes looked up at him and then quickly looked away. One of the nurses had warned him that you may have some memory problems but he didn’t believe you could actually forget him until he saw in the indifference on your face.

You were brought out of your daze by a tall doctor knocking on your door. The first thing you noticed was how handsome he was, his broad shoulders looking like they could carry the world, the features of his face all contributing in a beautiful face. If you weren’t already short of breath from your broken ribs, the man’s handsome appearance would have taken the air right out of your lungs.

“Hello,” you murmured quietly, dipping your head out of respect as he slowly entered your room.

When you spoke, his face pulled down in sadness and you noticed how tired this doctor looked. His eyes were tinted red like he had been crying and were shadowed by dark circles. Almost as a reflex, you wanted to reach out and touch his face, to take his pain away.

But that was crazy. You’d never met this man before.

“How are you feeling?” he asked attentively, sticking to the wall by the door. His bottom lip will pulled into his mouth, which for some reason made you want to reach over and pull it back.

You didn’t understand why you were feeling like this. “Like I fell down a flight of concrete stairs, “ you replied, watching a small smile crawl onto his lips. It lit up his whole face and made you want to see it more. You laughed lightly and instantly regretted it when pain shot up your chest as your ribs dug into your lungs.

“I’m not sure this is the time to be making jokes,” he said quietly, taking a few steps closer so he was just past the foot of your bed. Still too far to reach him. “Do you recognise me at all?”

It was hard not to frown as you tried to work out if he was familiar. The feelings he was making you feel were very familiar and you knew you had seen those lips before but you couldn’t remember anything. “I’m sorry, should I know who you are?”

He gasped and had to hold onto the end of the bed for support. “That’s what you said to me the first day we met,” he said slowly, looking straight into your eyes. The stare was so sad, it broke your heart. “You were a bit more arrogant back then though.”

Back then? Back when? This doctor wasn’t making any sense.

“Why don’t I remember that? Why don’t I remember you?” you asked, growing more and more frantic. The confusion was whirling around in your head and you couldn’t understand what was going on. “Who are you?” All you had were questions threatening to spill out just like the tears in your eyes.

The man pulled up a chair and sat down beside your bed. His hand reached out like he was going to take yours but he quickly pulled it back and held it in his lap. “You hit your head when you fell and the doctors think it damaged your memory. They are running more tests but they seem hopefully,” he explained, his face moving to a sad smile.

“But who are you?” you asked, feeling the tears fall from your face from frustration.

“I’m your fiancé,” he told you quietly, peeking up at your face to gauge your reaction. “My name’s Sehun, we met five years ago, we moved in together two years ago and last December I asked you to marry me.”

Tears clouded your vision and you turned your head into your pillow to hide your crying face. “No,” you repeated in disbelief, your voice muffled as you shook your head and buried it further into your pillow. “No, no, no!”

“It’s going to be ok,” your fiancé tried to reassure, a hand gently soothing your arm. At his touch, you pulled your arm back, more out of surprise than anything else. “The doctors think there’s a good chance this isn’t permanent, all we have to do is jog your memory.”

You lifted your head and wiped your eyes dry, sniffling back the tears. “How can I not remember my own fiancé?” you exclaimed, feeling dizzy with all the confusion. Where was that shot of morphine when you needed it? “You said we’ve been together for five years, why can’t I remember any of it?”

Sehun’s expression was sad as he ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know,” he murmured, his voice filled with despair. “But I promise you, I will do my best to help you remember. Even if I have to make you fall in love with me all over again, I won’t let you go through this alone.”

It was a week before you were allowed to leave the hospital. Sehun stayed with you the entire time you were in the hospital, telling you about himself and how he met you and everything up until the moment you fell down the stairs. Unfortunately for the pair of you, nothing seemed to jog your memory.

It was strange though, to look at him and listen to him talk about all these amazing things you had done together and had no recollection. He sounded so romantic and before the accident, he probably would have warmed your heart but now, your heart was empty. There wasn’t anything there, just confusion.

When it came time for you to be discharged, you didn’t know what to do. As far as you knew, you lived with Sehun in a one bedroom apartment. It didn’t feel right going home with someone who was essentially a stranger, even if he did claim to be your fiancé. Where else would you go though? It was as much your home as it was his. Sehun offered to go and stay in a hotel but you didn’t want him to do that. Not only did you need his help but you worried if he left if you would ever get your memories back.

In the end, you decided both of you would go home and Sehun would sleep on the sofa.

When Sehun brought you home, he secretly prayed that being in such a memorable environment such as your home, would help bring your memories back. As he supported your side through the door, his eyes were fixed on your face, hoping to see the little light bulb flash up in your head when you suddenly remembered.

But when you walked in the same scared and confused expression you had been wearing since the accident, he knew his prayers were unanswered.

It didn’t stop him from trying though. He’d show you lots of photographs in the hopes that it would help. He took you all around the city showing you all the places you visited together. Nothing seemed to help regain your memory and Sehun was starting to lose hope that it would ever come back, despite what the doctors said.

His band mates had noticed Sehun’s descent into a depressive mood. They were used to their maknae fooling around and playing pranks on his hyungs but now Sehun just came to work, smiled when he was on camera and then sat quietly in the corner of their dressing room. They all wanted to help but weren’t sure how. In the end Chanyeol came up with an idea. They all pooled together their random videos that they had taken on their phones and Chanyeol edited them together in a short film for you and Sehun.

The boys came over one night with chicken and premiered their little movie. Sehun couldn’t watch the videos of what his life used to be like, instead focusing on your face while you watched it. Tears filled up your eyes and his heart lifted in the hope that you were remembering.

But when the short film finished, you looked at Sehun with a sad expression, he knew it hadn’t worked. Yet you were crying. “I’m sorry,” you murmured, quickly wiping your eyes. “I want to remember so bad because it looks like we really loved each other, but I can’t,” you said through your quiet sobs.

“It’s ok,” he told you softly, wishing he could reach out and soothe you. He wanted nothing more than to take the pain away. “It won’t always be like this.”

For the first time since the accident, you reached and wrapped your fingers around his, holding on tight. “Thank you for loving me,” you told him sincerely, the tears building up again. “I may not remember you but I can tell how much you loved me and I’m so glad I had someone like that in my life.”

“You still do!” Sehun insisted quickly, gripping your hand in both of his. While your tears were spilling down your cheeks, his own were gathering in the corners. “I will always love you, I told you so when I asked you to marry me. And even if it takes another five years of showing how much I love you, it’s worth it.”

You wiped the tears off your face and smiled through the sobs. “I don’t need my memories to tell me how lucky I am,” you said with a little laugh.

Sehun wiped the back of his hand across his cheek just as a tear fell. “How about we start again? We’ll wait for your memories to come back and in the meantime, we make some new ones.”

“I like the sound of that,” you giggled, squeezing his hand tight before asking to watch the film again.

It had been three months since the accident and you were mending well, although your memories weren’t back. Your ribs were healed but still sore and tender. However your leg was proving slow to heal; the cast was off but you still had to use a crutch and walk with a limp. Sehun liked to tease you and call you ‘peg leg’.

Things with your fiancé were going well too. He took you on dates whenever he could – to the movies, boat trips down the Han River, the restaurants you used to love. It was different though. He wasn’t trying to jog your memories like before, he was serious about making new ones. The dates felt like they were your first, like you had started dated which essentially you had.

And slowly you started to fall in love with him.

You missed him when he was at rehearsals and couldn’t wait for him to come home. He was still sleeping on the sofa but the level of intimacy was growing; you held hands a lot and cuddled each other but kissing was still a no go. The hardest part was now he was going back on tour, travelling for long periods of time, just when you had gotten used to him being around.

At the moment he was finishing up a little tour of China. He had been gone for only a week but it had been a very long week for you. Every morning he called you up to check on how you were and then he’d call you after his concert to say goodnight. He wouldn’t call tonight however because he was on a plane coming home.

All evening you had tried to distract yourself by cleaning the house. You had vacuumed, mopped, polished and scrubbed every surface in sight. The fridge had been cleaned out and organised. Even the inside of the toilet was spotless. By 11pm, you were exhausted but determined to stay up and wait for Sehun. Moving into the bedroom, you started organising your wardrobe. It was hard to do when you were relying on your crutch so much but you managed about half of it.

“Bloody hell,” you sighed to yourself, limping back to your bed. You propped your crutch up beside you but it slid off the bed to the floor. When you reached for it, you ended up falling off the bed with a bump to the head. “Ow!” you cried out, huffing and puffing as you wearily tried to right yourself.

Under the bed, a little white box caught your attention. You had only seen it once, a couple of weeks ago. Sehun was rooting through it but when you came into the room, he packed it up and you didn’t see it again. Until now. You pulled it out from under the bed and sat with it on your lap, lifting up the lid slowly. Inside were lots of letters tied together in their envelopes.

At random, you picked one out and ran your hand across the handwriting. It was addressed to Sehun and felt oddly familiar, which probably meant it was your letter to him. Unfolding the envelope, you pulled out the letter and read. As you did, the tears started to fall. It was a letter from when you were in school and he was a trainee about to debut. You could remember being in your dormitory writing the very same letter, spraying it with a little bit of perfume and then sealing the envelope with a kiss.

You could remember…

It was as if someone had turned the light on and everything suddenly made sense. In a blind panic, you read another letter and more memories can back to you. You remembered your fiancé, remembered how he asked you to marry him, how it felt for him to be completely yours. The emotion overwhelmed you and left you sobbing on the floor of your bedroom, tears practically pouring out of your eyes.

“I remember,” you murmured to yourself in shock, shaking your head in disbelief. The fact that your letters had been the thing to bring back your memory made you laugh through your crying as you hugged the box into your chest.

At that moment, you heard the lock of the door turn along with the distinct sound of suitcases hitting the floor. You remembered the sound from all the nights you had sat up waiting for Sehun over the years. Leaving the box on the bed, you grabbed your crutch and hoisted yourself to your feet, limping slowly to the front door. You were still crying and your face was probably red and puffy but you didn’t care, you just had to get to Sehun.

When you came round the corner and saw him taking his shoes off like he had a hundred times before, you couldn’t stop yourself. You tried to run to him, forgetting your injury, and as a result ended up on the floor.

In a flash Sehun was by your side, cradling your face and repeatedly saying your name. “What’s wrong honey? Tell me what’s wrong!” His hands were frantic, searching your face, wiping the tears away and moving your hair behind your ears. “Please tell me,” he murmured, his fingertips running down the side of your face. He used to do that when you couldn’t sleep; stroke your face until you fell asleep.

You tried to sniff back the tears and look up at him. “I remember,” you murmured, holding his face so you could look into his eyes. “I remember it all.”

Instantly Sehun eyes filled up with tears as he cradled your face and looked at you in confusion. “Everything?” he asked, his voice cautious and shocked like he didn’t want to believe it was true. He must have spent so much time hoping.

“I remember you,” you told him, looking him dead on in the eye. And if that wasn’t enough to convince him, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his for a kiss.

He quickly pulled away, staring at you with a finger on his lip like he couldn’t believe you just kissed him. “Please tell me this isn’t a joke,” he pleaded, those tears in his eyes threatening to spill.

“It’s not a joke baby,” you told him, giggling through your own tears of happiness. “I remember it all!”

Sehun was quick to react, pulling you swiftly onto his lap and covering your mouth with his lips. His fingers reached up to where your hair was tied back and he pulled it out, tangling his fingers in the waves as they fell around your face.

“Everything right?” he asked, pulling back just to check.

You sighed and ran your hands down his chest. “Yes, it’s back. Now can we please get up off the floor because my leg is killing me?” Instead of helping you to your feet with your crutch like he had done the last few months, he lifted you straight up into his arms and carried you to the sofa, setting you down and then joining you with the blanket he had been sleeping with. It was only then you realised how respectful he had been while your memories had been missing.

“This is amazing,” he exclaimed when he sat down, quickly wrapping you up in the blanket and cradling you into his side. “How did it happen? When did it happen? Did it come back whilst I was in China?”

“Slow down baby,” you assured him, putting a hand on his neck and rubbing his softly like you knew he liked. “I found the box of all my letters under the bed and as I was reading them, everything just seemed to click into place. I can’t explain it properly but it was like the cloud of confusion in my head had been lifted.”

His mouth fell open in shock, his long fingers caressing your cheek with his gentle touch. “I told you it would come back,” he said with a hint of arrogance in his voice.

“I’m sorry it took so long,” you murmured, snuggling up into his side and breathing in his strong aftershave.

He laughed lightly and kissed the top of your head. “It’s my fault. I thought if you saw them, it would have done more damage than good,” he explained, dotting little kisses along your forehead.

“Then I wouldn’t have seen how amazing my future husband was,” you replied, reaching up to dot his lips with a kiss. “What’s the time?”

He showed you the watch on his arm. It was 00.04, officially past midnight. You looked up at him with a smile on your face. “Happy birthday baby,” you told him, loving that you could remember. Something had been nibbling your mind all day and you knew what it was now, your fiancé’s birthday.

“It’s already the best birthday in the world,” he whispered, leaning down for a kiss. “My wish has already come true.”

“What did you wish for?” you asked curiously.

“The Chinese staff brought out a cake last night and the whole stadium sang. It was amazing but all I could think about was you. I wanted your memories back.” He smiled down at you with his cocky grin.

“I guess your wish came true!”



I’m not quite sure what I set out to do when I took these photos. I know it’s been a while since I took any, and I know these certainly aren’t showing off the flexibility I typically do. But maybe they don’t have to. Self image is a funny thing, especially when life isn’t going the way you might have planned. Health is a precarious thing. Even when you try your best, sometimes you’re hit with something from left field that you never saw coming. Everyone else is planning for the holidays and new year’s, and here I am waiting for the most important scans of my life (up to this point anyway) on 12/30. 2016 is going to keep me guessing right until the last second. 

2016 has been a hell of a year for all of us. Sometimes all you can do is take the punches as they come, regroup and plan for the future- whether that future is tomorrow, next month, ten minutes from now or 10 years from now. Stay true to yourself while reinventing the things that have to change as life happens. You are no less you for doing so.

And when things are this uncertain on all fronts, all I pray for is the ability to face it with grace. 

entcrprise  asked:

Imagine Spock and Jim just having a conversation about Earth customs one day, particularly movie theaters, and while getting deeper and deeper into the subject it's revealed that Spock has never had popcorn before. Jim, of course, remedies this as fast as it takes him to walk to the replicator and produce the snack. Imagine not ten minutes later Spock and Jim running into the Sickbay because parts of the kernels have gotten stuck on the back of Spock's throat and he's freaking out.

imagine bones giving a long suffering sigh and handing spock a glass of water and trying to explain that it was not ‘attempted murder’ it was an accident

corismo  asked:

Please pray for Fr. Mark Seiker (pronounced SEEK-er.) He was in a severe car accident Monday night. It is not life threatening, but still quite serious, and his parish would love to have him back quickly!

Lord in a very special way we ask You to bless Fr. Mark Seiker.  Bring him Your consolation and healing.  He is consecrated to You and places all his trust in You and Your infinite love.  Be with Him.  Strengthen him and fill him with every grace he needs at this time.  Thank You, Lord.  Amen.

A Special Prayer For Leeteuk from ELF

Dear Heavenly Father, At the start of a new year, we all have such hopes and plans for what lies ahead. None of us expect anything so horrible to happen so quickly after the start of a new year. I cannot imagine the heartache of Leeteuk and his family right now. I pray that You will use this horrible circumstance to do something good in his life. Use this to deepen his relationship with You, use it to mend broken and strained relationships from the past, draw him closer to his sister and mother during this time, strengthen the bond between Leeteuk and all the SJ members. Comfort Leeteuk and his family as only You can. Minister to them in this time of need. Draw them close to You and envelop them in Your arms of love and peace. It’s so hard to understand sometimes why things happen and why You allow certain things to happen… it’s truly beyond our comprehension! Yet I trust You and I know have a purpose. I know Leeteuk says he is a Christian, so just help him to trust You and lean on You for support. It’s so difficult to lose a loved one- especially when you didn’t have a chance to say goodbye or when you have had problems with them in the past or when they don’t share your faith… there’s so many things we wish we could change and so many things we have left unsaid. Please deliver Leeteul and his family from these types of regrets and help them only to remember the good times they shared with their loved ones and to find comfort in those beautiful memories. Please grant Leeteuk and his family grace- especially since the situation is even harder due to the crowds, the fans, the public and the media. Please help people to be respectful and grant them the privacy they need to grieve as a family. Comfort them all over the next few difficult days and weeks and months. Bless the other members as well and lead them as they try to help comfort their brother. Grant them all grace and peace and mercy and rest. Comfort them with Your eternal hope and give them the strength they need right now. Wrap them in Your arms and help them to feel that love and peace and strength that comes from You… bless them and guide them through this grieving process. Minister to their hurting hearts and meet their needs during this dark time. Comfort them, Father God and help them through this trial. I ask these things in Jesus’ Name. -Amen


I’m a huge fan of SJ and an admirer of all the members- especially our sweet leader who has always done his best to be a wonderful leader and big brother to the members. My heart breaks for him and his family during this time of great loss. My prayers are truly with him and his family and friends during this time. I ask that all ELF (and friends!) join in prayer for Leeteuk and his family during this time of need. Please refrain from sharing fan accounts of the funeral, pictures, etc. As ELF, we should show our support quietly and respectfully… the best thing we can do right now is lift these needs up to the Lord in prayer and ask Him to comfort this family during their grief. It’s hard to see our leader and our members suffering right now… I’m proud to see ELF united during this time and showing their support for Teuk. *Hugs* I love you all and am proud to be an ELF and a member of this sapphire blue family. Keep supporting and more importantly… keep praying! <3

His phone rang by accident during prayers! The imam and worshippers scolded him after prayer! He never set foot again in the masjid.

He went into a pub! He spilled his drink by accident! The waiter offered him a complementary drink. He never stopped going there since!

You can make a difference! Prophet said: cheer people up and don’t put them off. Make things easy and not difficult to people!

—  Aasim Al Hakee
1. The man you meet in line for coffee may change your life. Or you may never say hello because you were too engrossed in your twitter feed. Take time to look around at the world for a minute.
2. There will be days when you forget what your laugh sounds like. There will be days when you forget how to smile. There will be days when you don’t care to remember. It is okay to forget. It is okay to be everything but okay. Just remember that this sadness is temporary.
3. Brush your hair every night, even when you come home drunk and clumsy.
4. We all go through weird music phases and I promise not to judge when you force me to listen to the newest boy band everyday in the car. But at least give some other stuff a try. The Smiths will soothe your wounds better than any synth-pop beat ever could.
5. When you are driving down the street with the boy from your geometry class and pass a car accident, say a little prayer. No matter what god you decide to believe in, say thank you. A few simple seconds and that may have been you. A slight change in timing can change your whole life.
6. You know that saying about feeling like a little fish in a big pond? When you feel that way, do not dwell too much. Even the little fishes have a purpose.
7. Once a year, become a kid again. Go to the zoo and buy the biggest ice cream they sell. Responsibilities magically disappear when you’re busy admiring the gorillas, chocolate vanilla swirl running down your chin.
8. I will always love you, even when you find more comfort in a midnight rendezvous with a complete stranger than in holding my hand. I am so sorry and I love you.
9. We always swear we will never become our mothers as we grow older. Most of us fail miserably. But there are stars in your eyes that never bloomed in mine. You are strong and magnificent and one day, mountains will move simply because of your smile. There is nothing you can’t accomplish.
10. I am so proud of you
—  10 things I wish my mother had told me (via morninghype)
Not only a moment of silence for the LADIESCODE fandom but to the kpop fandom

We’ve lost a family member in the kpop fandom today and she will be sincerely missed. Please keep the rest of the members and staff that was involved in the accident in your prayers.