Who or what do you allow to reign in your soul?
Whatever you allow to have dominion over you is what is stopping you from allowing Jesus to reign over all. Once you allow Him to reign above all you will witness what it truly is to be led by someone who will never fail you.
“Ohhh?” Metatron mused, flipping through the pages of a novel. “I think I understand you better than you’d think. Sorry you didn’t like the script though,” he waved the Winchester Gospel into the Holy Fire. “A bit over-the-top.”
“You probably could have consulted some older scripts. You seem pretty oblivious to what I’m capable of, Meta-douche.” Gabriel grumbled, clenching his fists tighter.
so i did a whole meta write-up on gabe and my urge to be all things gabriel was so strong i had to transform it into the visual equivalent too i wANT HIM BACK
Sometimes when facing our toughest battles we wonder why Christ’s voice seems so small. The reason why He doesn’t have to shout to get you out of your mess is because He is with you every step of the way.
While understanding the “what” and the “how” of the gospel is necessary, the eternal fire and majesty of the gospel springs from the “why.” When we understand why our Heavenly Father has given us this pattern for living, when we remember why we committed to making it a foundational part of our lives, the gospel ceases to become a burden and, instead, becomes a joy and a delight. It becomes precious and sweet. Let us not walk the path of discipleship with our eyes on the ground, thinking only of the tasks and obligations before us. Let us not walk unaware of the beauty of the glorious earthly and spiritual landscapes that surround us.
Matthew 28:10 … lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen. That promise does not guarantee us that we will never face the fire. Instead it promises us that the Lord will be with us in the fire. Even as you share the gospel and live for Christ, you will face opposition and persecution, but His presence will be with you wherever you go.
Girl, you’ve got grit under your nails
That could bring a grown man to his knees.
That unforgiving powder keg in your chest
Has been lighting up like midday in July
And you are not afraid of bursting.
This is how you kept standing.
This is how you were strong enough,
To dig the fear out of your chest
And brave enough to let it back in.
With every dark thought you’ve ever had,
In a row on your bedside table:
You kiss each one goodnight,
And again every morning.
Years back, you stopped trying to file down
The sharper sides of you.
Because you are not a history
With all the bad parts burned out,
You are a monument
Pulled up from the belly of the sea.
Teeth like a leviathan,
You open your maw and let the water in.
And every wave that crashed against you
Every hand print left seared on your thighs,
You gave it a name and a goodbye,
And stretched up toward the sunlight.
If people could see the monsters
And the flowers
In the framework of you,
They would fall to their knees.
They would kiss your feet.
Count your name as holy—love you like gospel.
You’ve been walking through fire
Since they first put you on your feet,
And you are not afraid to blister
Any more than you are afraid to cry.
And every mouth who has been scared to love you,
Never knew exactly why.