countless blessings

The Prince and The Waitress || Newt Scamander x Reader || Soulmate AU!

Warnings: None, my children.
Request: Yes
Summary: AU where your soulmate’s very first words are written upon your wrist….
A/N: Sorry I kept you waiting, Anon, but here it is!
I’ve been waiting to do one of these for ages, but never had the proper motivation (it’s easier to read than to write, as most of you already know).
Should I do a continuation, or should I not?
Leave a comment to let me know!
Without anymore rambling, let’s just get on with the story!
I’ll take a cup of tea, please.
Those were the words tattooed on your left wrist, the words that were supposed to change your life forever.
But before we start any more lectures, let’s think about how generous God was to give you a precise, straightforward sentence.
It’s not like six different people said that each day at all!
You set your tray down onto a surface, sighing out of boredom.
The past few hours of work included dishwashing, serving beverages and nothing else.
Honestly, the only reason why these people still had their employee was the thought of finally finding someone to spend a life with— an interesting life filled with adventures and discovery.
Much unlike the one you were living now.
Barely a second after you plunged into thought, another waitress hollered at you to stop slacking, earning a ridiculously feisty scowl.
You drifted around for a while, attempting to look busy but not quite hitting the mark until a tall man walked in.
He was……breathtaking.
His gloriously messy hair hung just above his eyes, which were a beautiful shade of hazel; a lopsided grin blessed the countless freckles on his sun-kissed face; and a tailored navy coat trailed behind his slightly lanky frame as he took a seat near the back of the café.
You could immediately tell he was a nervous type from the way he shrank in his space, but refused to let it faulter your attraction towards him.
Within a matter of seconds, you were standing in front of him with a pen and paper ready to scribe on.
He took this a sign to fumble with the drinks menue and say in a seductive accent,
“I’ll take a cup of tea, please.”
You nodded (secretly praying that he was the one), then made a straight beeline for the kitchen.

~Five Minutes Later~

A steaming cup of the British classic was perched upon your tray along with several other orders.
You decided to quickly dish everything else out before returning to Mr. Ginger, who was now scribbling in a leather-bound book.
He seemed quite passionate about what he wrote, which intrigued you in many ways.
Perhaps it was something you took interest in.
Now wouldn’t that be a wonderful coincidence.
Suddenly, your foot caught onto a solid object and you stumbled over, dropping the tray and his refreshment.
It crashed to the floor, forming a hot, quivering pool of liquid and transparent glass shards.
Apparently, deep thinking was a safety hazard….
“No! I- I’m so sorry about that, please don’t tell my boss-I’ll lose this job-”
But when you glanced up mid-apology, you saw that he was sporting not an angry expression, but a happy, if not overjoyed one.
“S-sir, are you not mad at all?”
You asked, obviously confused.
Then realization began to dawn as he steadily rolled up his shirt sleeve.
The exact words you had said before were written across his wrist in black letters, all joined up neatly in cursive.
“Not even a little.”
he whispered.

Forever Tags :)

Today we celebrate the sweet gift of amrit and the creation of the Khalsa Panth in 1699. We remember the Panj Pyare who exhibited immense devotion, loyalty and courage in showing us exactly what it means to have faith and love for our Guru. We remember the Tenth King, Guru Gobind Singh Jee Maharaaj, who showed exceptional humility by kneeling at the feet of the Khalsa and begging for Amrit - the same Amrit bestowed to us. May we celebrate our rich history and be thankful for the countless blessings that Akaal Purakh has showered upon us.

At this time, let’s not forget thirteen Shaheed Singhs of 13th April 1978, who stood strong right up til their last breaths and gave their lives with Vaheguroo on their lips, and the many Shaheeds - the innocent men, women and children - of the Jallianwala Bagh massacre on the 13th April 1919.

Wishing you all a very happy Vaisakhi! May Maharaaj Jee bless us all with seva, sangat, rehit, naam and bani. ♡

my reaction to vixx members being cute vs sexy

Hakyeon: *is cute* Me: life has meaning, everyday we are granted countless blessings, without realizing it we are showered in his divine gratitude

Hakyeon: *is sexy* Me: kick me. run me over with your car. murder me in cold blood.

Leo: *is cute* Me: I’m leaving, bye!

Leo: *is sexy* Me: I am gone! Very far! Don’t look for me!

Ken: *is cute* Me: *clutching heart*

Ken: *is sexy* Me: hey now friend, you didn’t..didn’t have to do that…why would you do that…why

Ravi: *is cute* Me: soft, delicate, pretty like a flower. i’m so proud of u always

Ravi: *is sexy* Me: i support u but u r hurting me right now

Hongbin: *is cute* Me: hongbin, i’m dying.

Hongbin: *is sexy* Me: someone help

Hyuk: *is cute* Me: NO!!!!

Hyuk *is sexy* Me: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

God As Mother — The Feminine Divine in the World Scriptures and Spiritual Classics

As one whom his mother comforts,
so will I comfort you;
You shall be comforted in Jerusalem.
(Hebrew Bible, Isaiah 66.13)

Wisdom (Sophia) cries out in the street;
in the squares she raises her voice…
(Book of Proverbs, 1:20, Hebrew Bible)

Just now my mother, the Holy Spirit, took me by one of my hairs and brought me to Tabor, the great mountain.
(Jesus in, The Gospel of the Hebrews. Note: “ruach” is a Hebrew word for spirit and is feminine)

I rested on the Spirit of the Lord, and She lifted me up to heaven. (Odes of Solomon, 36: 1, James Charlesworth translation, Jewish Christian psalms)

A cup of milk was offered to me, and I drank it in the sweetness of
the Lord’s kindness.
The Son is the cup, and the Father is He who was milked; and the Holy
Spirit is She who milked Him;
Because His breasts were full, and it was undesirable that His milk
should be ineffectually released.
The Holy Spirit opened Her bosom, and mixed the milk of the two
breasts of the Father.
Then She gave the mixture to the generation without their knowing,
and those who have received it are in the perfection of the right
The womb of the Virgin took it, and she received conception and gave
So the Virgin became a mother with great mercies.
And she labored and bore the Son but without pain, because it did not
occur without purpose.
And she did not require a midwife, because He caused her to give life.
(Odes of Solomon, 19: 1–9, James Charlesworth translation, Jewish Christian psalms)

Three powers came forth from him; they are the Father, the Mother, (and) the Son, from the living silence, what came forth from the incorruptible Father. These came forth from the silence of the unknown Father.
(Gospel of the Egyptians, Gnostic Gospel, Nag Hammadi Library)

Behold, I have revealed to you the name of the Perfect One, the whole will of the Mother of the Holy Angels, that the masculine multitude may be completed here, that there might appear in the aeons, the infinities and those that came to be in the untraceable wealth of the Great Invisible Spirit….
(The Book of the Sophia of Jesus Christ, Gnostic Gospel, Nag Hammadi Library)

For I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am the mother and the daughter.
I am the members of my mother.
I am the barren one
and many are her sons.
I am she whose wedding is great,
and I have not taken a husband.
I am the midwife and she who does not bear.
I am the solace of my labor pains.
I am the bride and the bridegroom,
and it is my husband who begot me.
I am the mother of my father
and the sister of my husband
and he is my offspring.
I am the slave of him who prepared me.
I am the ruler of my offspring.
But he is the one who begot me before the time on a birthday.
And he is my offspring in (due) time,
and my power is from him.
I am the staff of his power in his youth,
and he is the rod of my old age.
And whatever he wills happens to me.
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the voice whose sound is manifold
and the word whose appearance is multiple.
I am the utterance of my name……..
I am the hearing that is attainable to everything;
I am the speech that cannot be grasped.
I am the name of the sound
and the sound of the name.
(Thunder, Perfect Mind, Gnostic Gospel, Nag Hammadi Library)

The Radhasoami Faith recognizes three Grand Personages and a sincere and affectionate disciple the fourth, namely,

1. The Supreme Father,

2. The Supreme Mother or Original Spirit or Word Current emanating from the Supreme Father,

3. The Supreme Son or Sant Sat Guru, the representative of the Supreme Father in human form.

4. The disciple or the son or human spirit.
(“Radhasoami Mat Prakash” by Huzur Maharaj Rai Salig Ram, Sant Mat and Radhasoami, India)

I am Father and Mother of the world.
Bhagavad Gita 9.17, Hindu)

I’m Thy child O Thou, my Father and Mother!
(Adi Granth, Sikh and Sant Mat)

Thou art Father, Mother, Friend, Brother.
With Thee as succorer in all places, what fear have I?
(Adi Granth, Sikh and Sant Mat)

That breast of Thine which is inexhaustible, health-giving, by which Thou nursest all that is noble, containing treasure, bearing wealth, bestowed freely; lay that bare, Sarasvati [divine Mother], for our nurture.
(Rig Veda 1.164.49, Hinduism)

Love, the divine Principle, is the Father and Mother of the universe, including man.
(Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy, Christian Science)

Mother Earth have pity on us and give us food to eat! Father, the Sun, bless all our children and may our paths be straight!
(Native American Religions. Blackfoot Prayer)

O Mother of Imupa, advocate for the whole [feminine] world!
What a remarkable Mother I have!
O Mother, a pillar, a refuge!
O Mother, to whom all prostrate in greeting
Before one enters her habitation!
I am justly proud of my Mother.
O Mother who arrives,
Who arrives majestic and offers water to all!
(African Traditional Religions. Yoruba Prayer, Nigeria)

The Valley Spirit never dies.
It is named the Mysterious Female.
And the Doorway of the Mysterious Female
Is the base from which sprang Heaven and Earth.
It is there within us all the while;
Draw upon it as you will, it never runs dry.
(Tao Te Ching 6, Taoism)

Divine Mother, with the language of my soul I demand realization of Thy presence. Thou art the essence of everything. Make me see Thee in every fiber of my being, in every wisp of thought. Awaken my heart!

Divine Mother, open wide the bud of my devotion and release its fragrance, that it may spread from my soul to the souls of all others, ever whispering of Thee.

Divine Mother, I have heard Thy voice whispering in the fragrance of the rose. I touched Thy tenderness in the softness of the lily. In the whispers of my devotion, it was Thy love that answered.

In the temple of my earthly mother’s love I will worship the incarnated love of the Divine Mother.

Cosmic Mother, take this darkness away! When I sit with eyes closed, enveloped in self-created shadows, cause Thou to blaze upon me in splendor the aurora of intuition.

In the hall of creation, 0 Divine Mother, everywhere I hear the rhythm of Thy foot-steps, dancing wildly in the booming thunder and softly in the song of atoms.

I laugh at all fears, for my Father-Mother, beloved God, is attentively awake and present everywhere with the deliberate purpose of protecting me from the temptations of evil.
(verses from, Metaphysical Meditations, by Paramhansa Yogananda, SRF Books)

The thundering resonance of the Word
has liberated me while living -
Now I am entitled to serve the Lord!
How can I ever repay you, 0 my benefactor?
You are my Mother, you are my Father,
you are my generous Lord.
(Sant Namdev)

TO YOU the Lord we pray.
Soul and body are your gifts to us.
You are the Mother, and the Father,
We are your children,
With your grace,
There are countless blessings.
(Guru Arjan, Adi Granth, Sukhmani Sahib)

With hands joined in prayer
I beseech you, Radhasoami,
to listen to my supplication.
You are the true Lord, my benevolent Master!
You are Father, you are Mother,
you are the Creator of all beings.
Be merciful to me, accept me
and set me free from the snare of Kal.
(Swami Ji Maharaj, Sar Bachan Poetry)

Thou art my beloved Mother,
Thou art my only shelter;
I long for Thee,
I await Thy arrival, 0 Lord.
Thou alone art my Father,
Thou alone my loving Son,
Thou art my closest Friend and Relative.
My heart and my soul I lay
At Thy lotus feet, 0 Lord.
The whole creation without Thee,
Says Tuka is a barren desert.
(Sant Tukarama, Gatha. 2607)

Thou art our kind and affectionate Mother, O God, and bearest all our burdens. We know no fear, nor any anxiety……I cannot know the night from day, and the unceasing illumination exists at all times.
(Sant Tukarama)

Thou art our merciful Mother, O Vitthala, a shadow to thy suppliant; the milk of love ever flows in thy breast, thy sight is pure and sweet as nectar. O Mother Vitthala is like a cool shadow; her breast is ever filled with love; seated in her lap I shall seek her bosom and drink as much as I desire. 0 yield the milk of thy mercy and nourish my frame; a stream of nectar flows from thee. My spirit cannot contain this joy; what is the whole sea compared to it?
(Sant Tukarama)

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Act of Love Before Communion

O God, all that I am and all that I have is from You.  You have given me my life. You have numbered me among Your favored children.  You have showered me with countless graces and blessings.  From all eternity You have known me and loved me.  How shall I ever love You in return?

And now in Your merciful goodness You are coming into my soul to knit Yourself most intimately with me through Holy Communion.  You came into the world for love of man, but now You are coming from the altar of love for me.  You are coming to fill my body, heart, and soul with Your holy love and presence, my Creator, my Redeemer, my Sanctifier, my God.

O Jesus, I want to return Your love. I want to love You with all the powers of my soul.  I want to belong only to You, to consecrate myself to You alone.  Jesus, let me live for You; let me die for You.  May I always be Yours.    Amen.

St. Louis De Montfort - Secrets of the Rosary

“I shall content myself with saying, in company with Blessed Alan de la Roche, that the Rosary is a source and a storehouse of countless blessings.  

Sinners obtain pardon;  

Those who thirst are refreshed;  

Those who are fettered are set free;  

Those who weep find joy;  

Those who are tempted find peace; 

Those in need find help;  

Religious are reformed;  

The ignorant are instructed; 

The living learn to resist spiritual decline;  

The dead have their pains eased by suffrages.”

Most of you don’t follow my personal blog (shameless self promo @keepmyeyestoserve-myhandstolearn

So most of you don’t know the absolute crap storm that running has been for me for the past two seasons. I have just about wasted all the potential I ever had as a sophomore. Junior year indoor was really, really bad; junior year outdoor was really, really good. And then life got in the way my senior year. And that has caused me incredible emotional strife. My times have been stagnantly in the 5:30s and the 12:10s and high 2:20s for all my events- just about, if not slightly slower, than my sophomore year. 

And that’s finally okay with me- I’ve been growing a lot as a person outside of my athletics and while I will always be a runner, I’m becoming adjusted to the fact that running isn’t all that I am. I made the decision not to run on a team in college, which I think is the right move for me (I did this melodramatically and with lots of tears and acted insensitively to a lot of people in my identity crisis, which is something I regret a lot). But, strangely, just as Katie said, not caring about my racing performance as much has made me LOVE running so much more. The sheer joy I get sometimes while running and feeling my hips move and my legs fly out under me is surreal. I am head over heels in love with running as both the means and the end- the end goal hasn’t been athletic performance for me lately. The end goal of running is simply to run. And the means is the same. And that brings me insurmountable joy. I really think that this is the best place for me. 

But, wow, reading through my really old posts on here? Huge, huge wave of nostalgia for sophomore year me. I was not happier then. I was not smarter then. I was not more kind, more open-minded, more knowledgeable. I was not a better writer, better friend, better girlfriend. I don’t wish to go back to who I was. But gosh, I loved to race. 


Tomorrow is my last individual indoor race ever. I’m seeded 23 out of 30 with a 5:35 (a ranking and time that last year would have reduced me to tears, but this year is simply another arbitrary number). And I have just refound my fire for running. For a split second, I was violently angry with myself for “giving up” on running and wasting my last high school XC season and indoor season being lazy and not caring about something that used to be my self-identifier, my self-worth, my obsession and my all. 

After some thought, though, I’m not mad at myself. I did, and am doing, what is best for me. 

But tomorrow, I am finally ready to give my all on that beautiful, banked indoor track that I have cried countless tears over, both joyful and sad. I am finally ready to leave Reggie with something to remember me by. I’ve realized this season just how little anybody in the “real, outside world” cares about running, and this thought has comforted me significantly when I was failing utterly at the thing that used to bring me so much joy. Knowing that literally .0000000001% of the population even knew I raced that day made me feel a lot better, because it meant that even less than that amount of the population cared about how I did. Which sounds really depressing, but I promise, there is a freedom in that for me; I was free to fail once I realized that nobody cared if I did. And failing became less of a failure because of that. 

So: I know that tomorrow’s performance will be incredibly insignificant in the lives of 99.99999999% of the population. I know that I am free to fail and it will have no impact on the world as we know it- even my world as I know it. But I am also free to succeed. And I owe it to that self-hating, pessimistic 15 year old me to give it all I have one last time. For her. For me as well, but for her. For the part of me that is still her. I outlined a lesson on continuity vs. discontinuity in psychology the other day, and I truly believe that she is a continuity in my psychological makeup- though I develop and change her, she is still me. She is still there.


I’ll see you tomorrow Reggie, for one last bittersweet mile. I will see you tomorrow for one last fun-filled, balls to the wall race. And I will count my countless blessings as I get on the line, ready for one last run- thankful for all you’ve made me feel and all you’ve made me become, and all that I will continue to be without you. 



Ramadan is the ninth month of the Islamic lunar calendar. Every day during this month, Muslims around the world spend the daylight hours in a complete fast. During the blessed month of Ramadan, Muslims all over the world abstain from food, drink, and other physical needs during the daylight hours. As a time to purify the soul, refocus attention on God, and practice self-sacrifice, Ramadan is much more than just not eating and drinking. Muslims are called upon to use this month to re-evaluate their lives in light of Islamic guidance. We are to make peace with those who have wronged us, strengthen ties with family and friends, stay away from bad habits — essentially to clean up our lives, our thoughts, and our feelings.

The Arabic word for “fasting” (sawm) literally means “to refrain” – and it means not only refraining from food and drink, but from evil actions, thoughts, and words. During Ramadan, every part of the body must be restrained. The tongue must be restrained from backbiting and gossip. The eyes must restrain themselves from looking at unlawful things. The hand must not touch or take anything that does not belong to it. The ears must refrain from listening to idle talk or obscene words. The feet must refrain from going to sinful places. In such a way, every part of the body observes the fast. Therefore, fasting is not merely physical, but is rather the total commitment of the person’s body and soul to the spirit of the fast.

Ramadan is a time to practice self-restraint; a time to cleanse the body and soul from impurities and re-focus one’s self on the worship of God. Ramadan is a period of fasting, reflection, devotion, generosity and sacrifice observed by Muslims around the world. The word “Ramadan” comes from the Arabic root word for “parched thirst” and “sun-baked ground.” It is expressive of the hunger and thirst felt by those who spend the month in fasting. As opposed to other holidays, when people often indulge, Ramadan is by nature a time of sacrifice.

• Through fasting, a Muslim experiences hunger and thirst, and sympathizes with those in the world who have little to eat every day. Nowadays people if Africa need not only sympathy, but also actual food by those who experienced hunger.

• Through increased devotion, Muslims feel closer to their Creator, and recognize that everything we have in this life is a blessing from Him.

• Through increased charity, Muslims develop feelings of generosity and good-will toward others. The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) once said, “A man’s wealth is never diminished by charity.”

• Through self-control, a Muslim practices good manners, good speech, and good habits.

• Through changing routines, Muslims have a chance to establish more healthy lifestyle habits — particularly with regards to diet and smoking.

• Through family and community gatherings, Muslims strengthen the bonds of brotherhood and sisterhood, in their own communities and throughout the world. • Through restraining themselves from pleasures of the world, muslims realize the values of the blessings of God. There are countless blessings that as human we don’t even realize their values. Sun comes up every morning, and it is free. Air is free water is free. Since we have an easy access to these blessings we don’t really value them. Absence of these blessings makes us realize the value of these blessings.

• Ramazan makes muslims also realize how weak and needy we are before God.

• Ramadan is total submission and obedience to God Almighty. We are experiencing long and hot summer days. At the end of the day, we are really thirsty and hungry. There is water and food on the table. We are in need, but cannot eat. Because, the owner of the blessings does not let us. We are not the owner, God is. And we are waiting for his command to start eating.

• Every Ramadan is a new beginning for Muslims. Like a grate turkish scholar,Fethullah gulen says: “Every sound during Ramadan resonates with a promise of a new start, just as every breath gives us a glimpse of a hope for salvation. Iftar dinners (breaking the fast) appear on our horizon with implications for the “grand meeting,” while whispering some secrets into our soul.” Ramadan is a very special time for Muslims, but the feelings and lessons we experience should stay with us throughout the year. In the Qur’an, Muslims are commanded to fast so that they may “learn self-restraint” (Qur’an 2:183). This restraint and devotion is especially felt during Ramadan, but we all must strive to make the feelings and attitudes stay with us during our “normal” lives. That is the true goal and test of Ramadan. May Allah accept our fasting, forgive our sins, and guide us all to the Straight Path.

May Allah bless us all during Ramadan, and throughout the year, with His forgiveness, mercy, and peace, and bring us all closer to Him and to each other.


O God, we thank you for the countless blessings that you have bestowed upon us.Especially, for friends whom we are sharing our food today.

O God, you have prescribed fasting to us so that we should realize the value of your blessings, to teach us patience, to accept our weakness and need to you, to discipline our evil soul with hunger, to experience hunger to understand hungry. Now, we have better understanding of those who are suffering with hunger in Africa and all over the world. Do not test us with hunger. Help us to become your embodiment of your mercy to those who need it.

Dear God, bless those who are in need of your blessing as we are blessed today.

God of mercy, we have fasted to seek your pleasure, we believe in you, we have entrusted ourselves to you, and now we are breaking our fast with your food .

Forgive our past and future sins.

Show us the real blessings in afterlife that you let us taste the samples today.

Please do not let us go astray in this life and afterlife.


North East Islamic Community

Jummah Mubarak

May the light of Jummah, shine in your house. The strength of imaan, stay in your heart. And may Allah shower his countless blessings on you and your family on this holy day ❤.

To be able to thank Allah is a blessing within itself.

Imam Shafi'i

Allah Azza Wa Jal has bestowed countless of blessings upon us. So to be in the position in which you are thanking Allah for His favors and protection upon you, is truly a blessing itself. Allah has blessed each of His creations in different yet favorable ways. Always give thanks. All praise is to Allah.