You want to scream, crush something under your fingertips,
Or feel something fragile break between your teeth.
There is a blood spatter on the back of your hand
That won’t come off no matter how hard you scrub.
There is dirt under the blunt ends of your fingernails
From the day you cracked completely
Baring your teeth to the sky which yielded no answers to your silent questions.
There is a weight on your soul and it bears down like a iron chain around your heart. There are two hands of fear that have wrapped their lanky fingers around your throat, and squeezed the life giving oxygen right out of your godforsaken lungs.
Is a phrase that makes me want to slap you. Because of people like you, i have to always convince my friends to not quit their transitioning journey, and talk them out of a perm, because y'all are the same people who tell them to “comb their hair” or ask if they’re gonna straighten it anytime soon. You make them feel like their hair, by itself, is inadequate. You use words like “wild” and “nappy” in a very distasteful & pejorative manner. You tell me that I should be happy that I’m “blessed with a good grade of hair”. Are you saying that 4c hair isn’t a blessing? Fuck you. Don’t ask me if I’m mixed when my hair is flat-ironed. Don’t call her bald-headed because you’re judging her shrinkage. Hair should not be a status symbol. You’re not helping. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
And even when our words feel inadequate, not hitting the mark, remember that the deepest communication is always in the way we are with people, not in what we say. The words we use may or may not connect, but the quality of our presence always communicates.
Guys, do not exalt your devotion to God over his devotion to you. And by his devotion to you, I’m not just talking about Him creating or dying for you. I’m talking about the little things he does for you now through His Spirit, without even you knowing or acknowledging or thanking Him. You honestly have no idea: and you can’t think, imagine, ask for or even dream. You can only believe, trust and experience it. And if you do, how will you not consequently love Him? I’m finding that He’s beyond words, honestly, and yet these are the very things he’ll accept from me. Words: inadequate as they are: because it is not them that are my righteousness to Him. I do Him no favours that way: He is my righteousness. He is my great reward.
A tribute to the game that has most profoundly affected me as a gamer, a designer, and a person. I’m not going to go on about it at length, because my words are inadequate, and I’m not going to pretend this picture can do it any justice, but I had to post a token of my appreciation.
One might ask “what is the point of sitting meditation?” How can just sitting still have any real benefit for us? Wouldn’t it make more sense to study holy books?
You people who meditate probably expect something. You expect to learn something perhaps. Maybe you expect an emotion.
Here’s why. You are not going to receive knowledge or feelings. Quieting thought does something which has nothing to do with brain or heart. In fact it cannot be explained in words. Words are inadequate for the task.
There is a strange dichotomy. If you seek you will not find.
Ladies, be encouraged that the Hebrew word (ezer) that was translated into “helper” in the beginning chapters of Genesis is also translated to mean “strength”, and “power” in many other places in the OT, and many actually believe “helper” to be an inadequate translation of a word that actually indicated that women were not subordinate to men, but rather their equal.
For the last 36 days, my brother has been home on winter break. It’s incredible how drastically my life improves when Andrew is home. He is, without a doubt, my best friend, the only person I truly connect with on a level that I don’t dare diminish with my inadequate words. I won’t attempt to capture our humor, our mutual understanding of subtle facial gestures, or the sense of perfect calm security I feel when we decide to take a spontaneous trip to Buffalo, knowing full-well that he’ll take complete care of me, regardless of whatever ill-advised decisions we make along the way.
His behavior is the epitome of love, and more than that, he’s the funniest motherfucker with whom I’ve ever had the pleasure of spending time.