my faith will stand

I say this kindly, but if you wanna land in my inbox and ask me questions that lead me to think you even remotely might be looking for ammunition to use against me, or someone else, or that you are trying to feel out my position on some problematic Tumblr personality, I’m gonna just delete it.  Doesn’t matter what my actual opinion is.

No lie, I have three of these kinds of messages in my inbox and IDK what’s up with that, but I’m not getting out of the car.

Originally posted by pyrogina

There is some interpersonal drama on this site I will not come near for love or money because it is absolutely savage all around.  It doesn’t matter what “side” I’m on, I’m still not putting my foot in that mess just to satisfy someone else’s curiosity about where I stand, because there is no “side” that doesn’t come with the inconvenience of getting attacked by mostly perfectly decent people and the lessening of my faith in humanity that ensues.

Y’all can probably surmise where I stand on most things based on the sorts of things I reblog.  My blog is a pretty accurate instrument with which to gauge my outrage and my sense of humor.  You shouldn’t use it to draw conclusions about what I think of individual Tumblr people.

Reblogging something doesn’t mean I agree with all the politics of every single person who contributed to the thread, even if I agree with the point they made on that post.  Saying “soandso is trash but this thread is good” and proving myself virtuous by denouncing sinners every time I open my mouth is just not a thing I’m prepared to do anymore.  I’m old now, and I get tired.

“Do you think smacking beehives with sticks is good or bad?” is a valid question I would probably be willing to answer, although I really think you should probably be able to guess where I stand (Nazis are bad, abuse is bad, bigotry is bad, cats are the best pets, etc.) and if you disagree with these basic things, in the words of @elodieunderglass​, I do not think you will like my blog very much.

“Soandso is a terrible person who smacks beehives/does not smack beehives, jsyk,” is something I prefer not to have to deal with because wow, do I ever not have the spoons for drama. I will take action if I think I need to, though I probably will not respond, nor should you ask me to.  Leave that up to me.

“Soandso has taken part in problematic bee discourse, and just now I saw that they were in a thread you reblogged.  Would you care to make a comment?” is … not a thing that gives me good feelings, whether I agree with beehive-smacking or not.  “Did you know about Soandso’s beehive-smacking?  It bothers me that you would support/denounce them/their act by reblogging this thing!” makes me kind of annoyed because wow, that hostility isn’t necessary.  “Stop defending/denouncing Soandso/beehive smacking! You’re awful!” makes me angry, because usually I haven’t defended or denounced anyone.  The content is just there among other content, and I’m interacting with some other aspect of it.  (Like, I’ve actually never gotten a message about this over any of the times I’ve actually done such a thing.  It’s all been jumping to conclusions based on proximity. That’s kind of fucked up, when you think about it.)

If you want to know what I think of beehives, ask.  If you want to warn me about bees or sticks in general, warn me.  If you think I need to know that Soandso specifically is Team Free Bees (or Team Smack Those Hives), tell me.  But don’t make me feel singled out, and don’t ask me to single anyone else out, publicly OR privately.  I understand why you are doing what you are doing, but it’s disturbing to be asked, even in a roundabout way, to shun someone publicly when they are not a public figure, or to be expected to pass/fail some weird ideological purity test I didn’t even consent to taking in the first place.

If you take issue with how I run my garbage blog, and suspect I might be on the “wrong” side of the bee/stick equation, and this is really troubling you, please unfollow and block me so you aren’t bothered by having to wonder. I promise I won’t be offended.  There are tons of other really cool blogs to follow.

“She nursed them both and loved them both,” said Aemon, “but not alike. No mother loves all her children the same, not even the Mother Above. Gilly did not leave the child willingly, I am certain. What threats the Lord Commander made, what promises, I can only guess … but threats and promises there surely were.”

“No. No, that's wrong. Jon would never …”

“Jon would never. Lord Snow did. Sometimes there is no happy choice, Sam, only one less grievous than the others.”

—A Feast for Crows - Samwell II

Now, could you imagine what KING JON would do?

Endless List of Favorite Characters: Samwise Gamgee (LOTR Trilogy)

“There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for”

Love

I lay my soft palms against yours so you may know that I am here. I am here with you and I will remain with you. I offer you the fullness of my faith for I know nothing else but to stand by you in this sea of trials and tribulations. I nestle you in the hope of my spirit, for I am my mother’s daughter - a woman of courage and strength; I hold up my household with the power of belief and will.

anonymous asked:

I have to say, I understand that myopia is a large part of faith, but it is astounding to me that you all claim your imaginary friend is the only "real" one. You'll decry other religions as false, or say that Greek, and Roman--or even modern Japanese and Indian religions--are just stories, myths, fairy tales. Your religion even has the classic 'virgin impregnated by a deity' shtick, but yours definitely happened, none of those other did. How pompous can you be? Recognize the hypocrisy or shush.

Faith (noun); complete trust or confidence in someone or something.

Now, I don’t know about you, but if I’m going to put my complete trust in something, let alone stake my life on it, you had better believe I want to be certain, beyond any reasonable doubt, that what I’m putting my trust in is trustworthy.

Consequently, you bring up an excellent question. How do we know Jesus is the One True God? Let me counter with this. Out of any of the hundred upon thousands of other religions and gods, which…

  • Have a book written by over 40 different inspired authors, from all walks of life, from kings to shepherds, and yet it all fits together perfectly?
  • Have a book written over a span of over 1500 years and yet it all fits together perfectly?
  • Have a book that was written in multiple languages, in different countries, on different continents, in different cultures and yet fits together perfectly
  • Boast the most historically accurate and authenticated ancient text of all time, by an insane margin?
  • Turns enemies into friends, as was the the case of Paul and the early Church he set out to kill; or in recent times, Corrie Ten Boom and the Nazis
  • All of the other religions are work-based, Christianity stands alone in saying that humanity is incapable of good apart from God and there is absolutely nothing we can do to redeem ourselves.

If you can name just one other god who has done all that the God of the Bible has, I promise I will take it all back because you will have obliterated the foundation of my faith. Yet, the Bible stands firm, far exceeding its every challenger, because no one else can do what God has.

“My soul shall make its boast in the Lord;
The humble shall hear of it and be glad.
Oh, magnify the Lord with me,
And let us exalt His name together.”
– Psalm 34:2-3

YOUR HEART WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AFTER READING THIS!! "I walked up the stairs along with my daughter Nour in the poorly lit corridor. I entered the room shyly and in broken Arabic greeted all the sisters in the room. A family in this Syrian village had invited me for dinner and I looked forward to such invites. Not only because I finally got to eat well-prepared food but also because I met new sisters in such gatherings. Some of these sisters and their stories in this war-ravaged country astonished me, and some ingrained themselves in me, forever changing me. After we had eaten, a sister brought in a frail man and gently sat him against the cushions on the wall. I was struck by the noor emanating from the sister’s face. I stared at her in wonderment of why her face lit like a bright light. The brother had a white beard humbling resting on his face and the softness of his face resembled that of a child. She fed him soup, and he barely moving, swallowed slowly. I assumed that this must be her frail father she is taking care of, though he looked too young to be her father. When I got home, I couldn’t forget the sister and the brother. Coincidently, I found myself at her house few weeks later as we were passing through the village. I noticed the brother again in her house. “Umm Muhammad, who is he, the one you take care of?” “He is my husband. He wasn’t always like that. In the 80’s my husband was part of Muslim Brotherhood, he was an active da’ee and a hafidh al Qu’ran. When Bashar’s father released his relentless force against the Muslims in Hama, my husband was arrested. I was left with three young children. For nearly a decade, I had no idea if he was alive or dead. She continued. "One day, he was home. Just like that. But he had been tortured severely, he was beaten ruthlessly, electrocuted, and made to endure all sorts of psychological torture during his time in detention. Even though a year after his release, I was blessed with a son- his health started deteriorating every year. And today, he has lost all normal function. He doesn’t remember his children, he doesn’t speak at all, and he can barely comprehend anything around him. So I feed, bathe and take care of him as a child” I couldn’t believe how much this sister had borne. A decade without a husband, and now have lost her home, her wealth and are refugees on the border of the country. Though her husband is now finally with her, he is not her companion in the loss and pain this war has brought her family. He can’t help her or their children nor even comfort her. “SubhanAllaah, sister, how did you manage all these years?” “I chose Quran, the words of Allaah to accompany me. I read Quran every single day, each day increasing in the amount I read. I found a teacher to teach me tajweed. And subhanAllah by the time my husband was released, I had memorised the whole Quraan and had raised our three children in his absence” She got up to head for the kitchen and prepare the afternoon meal. I heard her reciting Quraan the entire time. She brought a tray of rice and soup. After we ate, I asked her more questions about her life. “My 16 year old was shaheed few months ago. The son that was born after my husband’s release” She said this with a smile and you could not find misery in any corner of her eyes. “Would you like to see what happened to him? They caught it on video” She pulled a laptop and searched his name on YouTube. She showed me the picture she took of him on the day he went out for the protest. In the video a young masked man is seen dragging an injured man on the street. But as soon as he brings the man to safety, he is shot and falls flat on the pavement. Her son was killed saving another. As this mother watched the video of her son getting shot, she did not wince, nor tear up. Rather she smiled, as if watching the moment she was given an award. “Does your husband understand that his son is now killed?” “No, he has no understanding. I buried my son and sat in his grave and asked Allaah to remove all grief in my heart and He did.” This is why this mother’s face endeared me to her. Her patience, her tawakkul in Allaah, her love for the Quraan and her struggle and sacrifice in the path of Allah was inspiring. “There is one time though, my husband does speak” “Oh, when is that?” “I recite all day, reviewing a juz or two a day. No matter where in the house, I am reciting- if I make a mistake, he speaks up and corrects it.” I felt hair on my arms stand up in amazement of their faith. These are the sisters in war that we do not hear of. We hear of misery and pain but we rarely hear of the sisters who are backbone of resistance, who are an inspiration not just to other women but to the men in their path." - Aasiya Victoria Walling

Oceans (Where Feet May Fail)

Hillsong United

Lyrics

You call me out upon the waters
The great unknown where feet may fail
And there I find You in the mystery
In oceans deep
My faith will stand

And I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise, my soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine

Your grace abounds in deepest waters
Your sovereign hand
Will be my guide
Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me
You’ve never failed and You won’t start now

So I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise, my soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

I will call upon Your name
Keep my eyes above the waves
My soul will rest in Your embrace
I am Yours and You are mine

To live as gently as I can;
To be, no matter where, a man;
To take what comes of good or ill
And cling to faith and honor still;
To do my best, and let that stand
The record of my brain and hand;
And then, should failure come to me,
Still work and hope for victory.

To have no secret place wherein
I stoop unseen to shame or sin;
To be the same when I’m alone
As when my every deed is known;
To live undaunted, unafraid
Of any step that I have made;
To be without pretense or sham
Exactly what men think I am.

To leave some simple mark behind
To keep my having lived in mind;
If enmity to aught I show,
To be an honest, generous foe,
To play my little part, nor whine
That greater honors are not mine.
This, I believe, is all I need
For my philosophy and creed.

anonymous asked:

"ompletely depending on whether my hunch is right and they really are winding down the narrative" don't we already already know that that's not the case? They said the show isn't ending and many years left. Or is this refering to something else can you "wind down the narrative" without ending the show?

Hello lovely Nonny!

Okay, so, when it comes to what they’re saying I think they know and we know that anything can happen. And we know that they know that we know that we should take whatever they say with fistfuls of salt. And they know that we know… oh, my God, why did I start doing that? That’s just confusing. 

They say they want to keep going for years? I say awesome

I say I am in it for the long haul. No matter fucking what I will stand by my faith in the fact that these writers know what they’re doing. So they want to drag this sonofabitch out until doom’s day? FUCK. YES. Bring-it-on. 

But that said, it’s also my absolute faith in them knowing what they’re doing that sort of underlines my belief that they’ve built this peak they’re breaching with the S12 finale and that they’ve built it for a reason.

12x22 and 12x23 provided a huge turning point for the narrative.

Each of our three main characters - and Dean may be our protagonist, but the narrative still circles three main characters - are standing on thresholds here:

Originally posted by 4-ever-destiel

  • The brodependency has lapsed because Dean put his faith in Sam’s individual abilities to lead.
  • Sam has stepped out of Dean’s shadow, out of the role of “follower” and into the role of Leader.
  • Cas is… well, very dead. But is poised for rebirth, for transformation.

And why is this important?? WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MATTER?

Happy you ask. (you asked) (shut up)

The narrative up until 12x22 has been focused on what?

Well, mostly the focal point has been the brodependency, and with good reason, right? The show is about the brothers Winchester.

But let us never forget this —> Dean’s character growth is linked - without question - to his feelings for Cas. 

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I am in the season of waiting in all aspects of my life and it’s been so hard. Iv’e been weeping to God and my cries are full of pain. But the amazing thing is while crying to Him, i feel His comfort and I know that He is hurting with me. How terrible it must be to see your daughter crying and hurting. But He’s been telling me to just wait and stand firm on my faith. He is molding me to be like Abraham, a man full of faith, even though there is no reason to hope he kept on hoping because he believed that God will fulfill all His promises.

So even though i’m in pain, I am also at peace because God is on my side. Iv’e been through a lot in life and He has always been there for me. This too shall pass.

I still smile

Please read first, before you click on the Keep reading link. Okay, so this is techically The Sophmore fanfic, and it was supposed to be lighter. At first it was just a banter between Zig, Manny and MC. I had an idea for this fic in my head since the chapter with Manny came out. But then a guy at work overstepped a line with me and this fic turned into a therapy session and took way darker turn than originally planned.I guess it hit me harder than I expected. I’m still going to leave it here, because I think it’s important that we talk about those issues

Warning: this fic is about sexual assault. I’m putting it under the cut, so you can freely skip it if you’re uncomfortable reading about it. 

Rating: M

Words: 1060

Pairing: No specific mention, I had Zig in mind when writing this, but it works with any of the other male LIs. 


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Come Back Home


Request: “Could you do a imagine were the reader is Kylo’s younger sister but he doesn’t know because she was born around the time he went dark side. She is there when Han died and yells out to him, Kylo kidnaps her and questions her finding out she is indeed his sister and he desperately tries to bond with her”

A/N: Hello, anon! I hope you don’t mind I changed it up just a smidge! This was actually a wonderful request and I’d like to thank you for it! Enjoy some Sister!Reader x Kylo :) [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 3.6K+

Warning: Mention of Han’s death.

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“I never thought this day would come, at least not now…not today.” Han breathed, looking down at his youngest child, seeing the hope glisten in her eyes. Her, she was the hope Han and Leia had, the child that was unknown–at least unknown to the First Order. “You know what we did for you was only for you safety, of course?” Seeing his daughter nod, he swallowed any fear he had. He didn’t want to do this, she was still too young in his eyes–although already a young adult–she was really all he had left for the slightest hope that something–someone–could bring the balance back into the universe. “I’m sorry it had to turn out this way, Y/N…at least you know about him, unlike him knowing about you.” Being born just around the same time what was then known as Ben Solo was in the new Jedi academy, her existence was unaware to him. “But you know, if all else fails, I put my faith in you to carry out your mothers request.”

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Christians are continuing to die everyday all around the world for their faith in countries who can throw them in jail for just owning a bible. 

ISIS continues to constantly behead, rape, torture, and kill Christians in cold blood. Despite their nationalities or gender. 

Did you know in the middle-east Christians are being crucified and beheaded for just proclaiming the word of God and refusing to convert to Islam? 

Did you know that in the recent Oregon Shooting at a College campus that the shooter specifically picked out Christians and shot them point blank? 

All around the world, every single day, my brothers and sisters in Christ are killed for just being a Christian. Yet, every single day I also hear people tell me: 

Christians aren’t persecuted anymore!” 

Christians aren’t killed anymore!” 

Christians aren’t singled out!” 

Christians aren’t forced to change!” 

They’re the ones who persecute US!” 

Yeah. OK. If you say so. While you tell me that my heavenly family isn’t being killed for being sons and daughters in Christ, I’ll continue to pray for the millions of fellow Christians who die for having the courage to stand up for God’s word. 

In military relationships, getting married or engaged at a young age is “normal”. Because to us we probably don’t have forever, but we have right now. So we take it. And appreciate it. That’s why we decided to grow up faster and be the spouse of someone in the military. We chose to put things aside for our men who fight for this country. Him I do this for. Marrying young may be stupid idea in other people’s minds, but when your in a military relationship your perspective changes. He offers his life on the line, in exchange to change my last name and have me by his side for strength. And if you have a problem with that, please stand in front of our men in battle while I stand behind my hero with faith and love.

I am so proud of the CrossFit community for the outrage expressed when The Box released its last two clearly-photoshopped magazine covers. Camille Leblanc-Bazinett is this year’s fittest women on earth and they chopped off her well-muscled waist (notice the discoloration between her thigh and hip), and Lauren Fisher’s face was made to look hyper-symmetrical, mannequin-like, and lifeless. We see these women after three days of brutal competition. We see their abdomens jiggle and their thighs quake as they hoist twice their bodyweight overhead, sometimes squat it. We love the fact the work they put in transforms how they look. We love them for what they can do and how they look- the brawn, the bulk, the challenge to stereotypical femininity- not in spite of it. While it is extremely unfortunate a popular, relevant magazine fine-tuned to our sport is likely to go out of business now, my faith in the community is restored. We won’t stand for the lies any longer, especially when there is nothing to be ashamed of. It should be, conversely, celebrated fully.