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God’s Hand at Work

Ruth : Day 4

Text: Ruth 2:4-17, Deuteronomy 28:8-9, Psalm 36:7-9

I’m grinning as I sit in the coffee shop typing this. Thankfully, there’s no one at the table facing mine.

I can’t help it. This story is why I can’t get enough of the gospel of Jesus Christ. Because do you know who is declared royalty in the eyes of God? A poor, Moabite widow gleaning barley. I can’t even stand it, I love this story so much.

Let me back up and explain. Here we have our dear Ruth, busting her tail in the barley fields in an honest effort to keep herself and her mother-in-law alive. She “happened” into the field of Boaz. And he “happened” to take notice of her. And (spoiler alert) all these little happenings will end up with Ruth and Boaz at the marriage altar one day, a beautiful ending to an abrupt and terrible life twist.

The thing is, none of this was happenstance. The hand of a gracious God led Naomi back to Bethlehem and led Ruth to go with her. The hand of a gracious God led Ruth to Boaz’s fields that first day and turned Boaz’s heart toward the hard-working widow from a foreign land. What appeared as coincidence was God’s hand continually at work.

In the same upside-down way of the gospel, Ruth’s simple and consistent acts of faithfulness have Kingdom-size ramifications.

Ruth was not some long-time, super-religious believer who earned herself a spot in God’s capital-S Story (and even in the lineage of Christ!). She was just a young woman doing hard things because she believed it was what she was called to do. We don’t hear this in her words, but we see it in her actions. Her faithfulness is not bright and shiny; her work is not award-winning or perfectly planned. She was simply following God’s lead, taking the next right step.

Like Ruth, we cannot see the whole of our story, let alone His Story. We aren’t meant to. But we can follow God’s lead, knowing that our yeses to Him make a Kingdom-size difference, even when no one sees.

Are you sitting in a quiet apartment this morning, wondering if your next steps matter? Are you driving to an office where you’ll work tirelessly without thanks or appreciation, just like yesterday? Are you settling in for another day at home, serving little hearts in a million unnoticed ways?

Hear these words from Boaz to Ruth as my prayer over you today:

“May the Lord reward you for what you have done, and may you receive a full reward from the Lord God of Israel, under whose wings you have come for refuge.”
- Ruth 2:12

And as you do the work set before you, know this: Your small and steady acts of faithfulness are being used in big and beautiful ways in the kingdom of God.  


-Amanda Bible Williams, She Reads Truth

anonymous asked:

So I started reading game theory and 2 things: one- I've just finished ch 4 where augus has to choose between the gag or comfort and WOW you took hurt/comfort to a very literal level lmao. And two, how do their names work? I think it was like the first chapter where you wrote that "augus" was styled? And ash is often referred to as "the glashtyn." how does that work?

I did indeed to take it to a very literal place, I think I did that later on with Gwyn too. Idk I’ve written so much hurt/comfort now (like over 2 million words of it) that it was actually a fuckton of fun to just make it very literal. :D

As for their names, I wrote that Augus self-styled his first name, which meant that he just basically gave himself a first name. There are certain fae in the fae world who are sort of known not by first names, but by what they are, like the Nain Rouge, and the Glashtyn, the Each Uisge, and there are plenty of others that get introduced in The Court of Five Thrones. This is because that’s what they’re called in the folklore, and it’s generally agreed that there’s only one of them. So while the Each Uisge is more generally a waterhorse, there’s no other ‘species’ of waterhorse like him. He’s unique - he can be known by what he is, and no one would confuse it with another Each Uisge, because they don’t exist while he does.

Augus - because he wanted to separate himself from the incarnations of the Each Uisge that came before him - gave himself the first name Augus, and he gave the Glashtyn the first name of Ash. So, perhaps that not what you meant by ‘how does it work’ - but Augus wanted a first name, and he wasn’t going to get one unless he gave himself one.

(Also, from a writer perspective, it’s also just a lot easier for readers to relate to main characters through actual first names instead of like… Welsh descriptors that might be hard to pronounce. :D ).

Unrelated to anything, but I hit 800,000 total words on AO3 and wanted to mention it!! I’m closing in on a million and it feels great! 

For those curious, I posted my first work on AO3 on 4/5/2015. As I am posting this, it’s now 6/4/2017, meaning I have been on AO3 for a little over 2 years now <3

The fact that I have written over 800,000 words in just 2 years… actually more technically since I don’t post everything I write, really shocks me as most the time I feel like I can never finish anything and barely write. 

Idk where I am going with this I just wanted to share this it’s actually really motivating for me. 

andrewonders  asked:

could you please rec some drarry fics? whatever ones you liked that come to mind :) i haven't read drarry in years

COULD I EVER

*HUGS YOU FOREVER FOR ASKING*

Okay so here’s some stuff (this is the “super recommended for everyone” list):

  • Beneath Boundless Skies - probs one of my absolutely fav fanfictions ever and, sad as it is, the sole cause of my life dream to live in australia for a bit. (It’s been 2 years. Life dream as persistent as ever. It’s a disaster.) Also contains the funniest line in a fanfiction I’ve ever read (Jon looked across the fire at Malfoy. “Seriously, Hannah, that’s the whitest whitefella I’ve ever seen,” he said, voice carrying.) but idk that’s probably my weird sense of humor. A really fun, but at times sad, fic. Fic summary: drarry + 8th year in australia. You can’t say no to that.
  • Said and Unsaid (or, The Value of Knowing When to Stop Talking) - from what I remember, this was just a really quality fic. I do remember that I read it all in one go, so it must have been good. Like the above - 8th year. Fic summary: (if I remember correctly) Draco decides to be sensible and keep his mouth shut for once. This greatly bothers Harry.
  • Amelioration - I know it’s April but there’s never a bad time for a drarry christmas fic. Really, there just isn’t. Fic summary: a christmas decoration contest. Between the houses. The ensuing chaos. Short, but really funny and witty.
  • Secrets - Long. Like 400k long. But so worth it. Fic summary: imagine the deathly hallows with drarry. With cute little drarry!family and everything. Such feels. I don’t even know how to sum it any other way because it’s so long and detailed. But comes really, really highly recommended.
  • Zero to Hero - yes, just yes. Fic summary: everyone is forced into a muggle play for muggle studies. I cannot tell you enough how funny this fic is. Blaise is priceless. Brilliant for any day when you want to regain faith in life.
  • Lonely Moon - EVERYONE EVER SHOULD READ THIS FIC. Fic summary: Harry comes back to Hogwarts to teach. Scorpius is a brilliant, lovable, dreamingly well-written little shit. His father is equally surprising. Teddy is also a little shit. Kid fic done well. Expect family feels. Just a really adorable fic with brilliant characterisations. Read this fic. You will not regret it. I promise.
  • Transfigurations - a very old fic, one of the first ones I ever read, and it was so good that it stuck out in my memory. What you’d call a ‘classic’, in my humble opinion. Fic summary: Harry comes to help re-open Hogwarts, which Voldemort has left a bunch of nasty presents in. Guess who’s also back. (*Eminem’s Without Me playing in the background.*)

Personals (appeal to me but may not be for everybody):

  • The Silent Auror - my favourite fanfiction ever. Fic summary: Harry is blind. But that’s okay. This fic was inspired by what happens to be one of my favourite fanarts also:

    It’s a very short fic, but I have been quite inexplicably in love with it for a few years now. Please take a moment to read it.

  • Let me have you and I’ll let you save me - second favourite fic. Six thousand words of richly detailed, poetic drarry character study. Simply fantastic. Fic summary: (using the author’s summary) Draco keeps coming back, and Harry keeps letting him. Draco can’t stay away, and Harry can’t live without him. Frayach is a vastly talented writer. However, her work tends to be quite dark and mature. Not mature in a sexual nature (although that too), but rather that which is uncomfortably real, honest and thought provoking. Some of Frayach’s fics stayed on my mind for months. This is a really great fic. If nothing else on this list, read this. Be warned of some of her other fics though - she doesn’t fuck around with her warnings; they can be darker/more sexually graphic than many people would go for. If you like to be depressed though, read The March Potion.
  • On Gryffindor’s sword - Fic summary: crack!smut. I can’t not rec a fic that has a dinosaur in it.
  • The Waters of March - I can’t have a list without this fic on it, just because it was one of my first favourites. It just feels wrong, like forgetting one of your children at the supermarket, yanno? Fic summary: Draco now lives on the spell-damaged ward of St. Mungo’s. Harry can’t help visiting. Also, cream knee-high leather boots are a thing.

And if all that fails, or if you just want more, there’s always the classics and BNFs

  • I read Drop Dead Gorgeous by Maya (same one who penned Underwater Light - link is to a pdf of her complete works; she took all her stuff off the internet after she went pro) the other day and I forgot how technically proficient she was. Her plots are actually exciting, funny and not-predictable. Perfect if you like fanon/leatherpants!Draco, which sadly, is not to my taste (I’m that kind of sick person who, most of the time, likes their Draco Malfoy to be unpleasant and at least a tad cynical and sarcastic, on his high horse - you get the idea), but even so I really enjoyed reading this, which is saying something.
  • This list has already featured three works by Cheryl Dyson, but given that she’s penned 119 other works with a total of nearly 2 million words (like twice the Harry Potter series), it’s sort of excusable to rec her some more
  • Sara Holmes (author of State of Mind, Mental, Get Some)
  • Sara’s Girl (author of Turn (you know, the AU epic, the fic that people loved so much they got tattoos of it, that thing - nothing special, obviously…), Reparations/Foundations, Salt on the western wind) - also, is the key to success in this fandom to have ‘Sara’ in your writer’s name?
  • Friend like me by LadyVader, because everyone loves/cries over it. For good reason.

I feel like I better stop this list here before it gets truly out of control. I hope you enjoy reading some of these fics. If your heart still yearns for more, I have more and I will rec you more. I got fic flowing out of my ears. As ever, the drarry library is your best friend. Though they are inactive now, their archives are extensive.

Enjoy, my lovely!!!!!!!!

God’s Hand at Work

Text: Ruth 2:4-17,
Deuteronomy 28:8-9,
Psalm 36:7-9

I’m grinning as I sit in the coffee shop typing this. Thankfully, there’s no one at the table facing mine.

I can’t help it. This story is why I can’t get enough of the gospel of Jesus Christ. Because do you know who is declared royalty in the eyes of God? A poor, Moabite widow gleaning barley. I can’t even stand it, I love this story so much.

Let me back up and explain. Here we have our dear Ruth, busting her tail in the barley fields in an honest effort to keep herself and her mother-in-law alive. She “happened” into the field of Boaz. And he “happened” to take notice of her. And (spoiler alert) all these little happenings will end up with Ruth and Boaz at the marriage altar one day, a beautiful ending to an abrupt and terrible life twist.

The thing is, none of this was happenstance. The hand of a gracious God led Naomi back to Bethlehem and led Ruth to go with her. The hand of a gracious God led Ruth to Boaz’s fields that first day and turned Boaz’s heart toward the hard-working widow from a foreign land. What appeared as coincidence was God’s hand continually at work.

In the same upside-down way of the gospel, Ruth’s simple and consistent acts of faithfulness have Kingdom-size ramifications.

Ruth was not some long-time, super-religious believer who earned herself a spot in God’s capital-S Story (and even in the lineage of Christ!). She was just a young woman doing hard things because she believed it was what she was called to do. We don’t hear this in her words, but we see it in her actions. Her faithfulness is not bright and shiny; her work is not award-winning or perfectly planned. She was simply following God’s lead, taking the next right step.

Like Ruth, we cannot see the whole of our story, let alone His Story. We aren’t meant to. But we can follow God’s lead, knowing that our yeses to Him make a Kingdom-size difference, even when no one sees.

Are you sitting in a quiet apartment this morning, wondering if your next steps matter? Are you driving to an office where you’ll work tirelessly without thanks or appreciation, just like yesterday? Are you settling in for another day at home, serving little hearts in a million unnoticed ways?

Hear these words from Boaz to Ruth as my prayer over you today:

“May the Lord reward you for what you have done, and may you receive a full reward from the Lord God of Israel, under whose wings you have come for refuge.”
- Ruth 2:12

And as you do the work set before you, know this: Your small and steady acts of faithfulness are being used in big and beautiful ways in the kingdom of God.

- she reads truth

How to Succeed in Product Management


What does it take to be a product manager?

XSeed Capital Partner Alan Chiu (MSx ‘11) kicked off his Stanford GSB talk, “Career Pathways in Product Management,” by first exploring the definition of product management. “If you asked 10 people, you might get 12 answers,” he shared. “It means different things at different companies.”

Chiu defines product management as being the “CEO of the product.” A product manager has to nail strategic marketing, product definition, and the voice of the customer. Product management is NOT:

  • Project management
  • Just about working with the engineering team
  • Just about executing the CEO’s product directives

So what does it take to succeed in this challenging role? Chiu shares five key characteristics of product managers:

1. High IQ and EQ. As a product manager, you’ll be the nexus for customers, sales, engineering, and more. In other words, you’ll be pulled into a million different directions. You need to be able to manage a lot of different opinions and data, and influence many people without having authority over them.

2. Respect of the engineering team. Even if you don’t have an engineering background, you can still earn the team’s trust. What does it take? You need a genuine love and curiosity for technology. Get into the engineers’ world and relate to them on a technological level. With openness and understanding, learn as much as you can about the strengths and limitations of the product architecture, as well as the tradeoffs of different engineering and design decisions.

3. Deep customer insights. Empathy is key in working with customers. Meet or speak with customers several times a week and bring quantitative and qualitative data back to your team. As you grow your customer base, you also want to grow data on their behavior: what’s working and what’s not? Show up with customer stories and metrics to help convince the engineering team that your next priorities are the right ones to work on. It’s vital to become a trusted customer proxy within the company.

4. Courage to make tradeoffs. In this role, you’ll have an endless feature request list to work on, so you’ll never be able to please everyone. You have to be comfortable with people being unhappy with your decisions, yet still respecting you. Focus on the priorities that move the needle on the metrics that matter to your business, and make sure no one is so unhappy with the choices that he or she will sabotage you. 

5. Diplomatic skills. If you join a company that’s founded by a CEO with a strong product vision, how do you gain her or his trust so that you can grow your ownership of the product? Start by involving the CEO very early in product brainstorms; create a safe environment where he or she can disagree and you can make changes. Bring in qualitative and quantitative customer insights to share with the CEO so you can have an intellectually honest dialogue. Earning the CEO’s trust is just as important as earning it with the engineering team.

For more insights from Alan, read “Overcoming Common Challenges between Business and Technical Cofounders” and follow him on Twitter: @AlanChiu.

Preference #493: Saved From The Brink. (MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING).
MasterlistRequest

Request: please do a blurb about Michael finding his suicidal girlfriend almost committing at night. (I read the one about self harm but please do a one on suicide)

Word Count: 877.

A/N: TRIGGER WARNING! This contains suicide/self-harm which some readers may find distressing, read with caution. Also note the start is taken from a story I am working on, it’s a personal thing.

1. Gun shot. 2. Jumping off a high building/bridge. 3. Drowning. 4. Suffocation. 5. Bleeding to death. 6. Hanging. 7. Overdose. 8. Poisoning. 9. Inhaling carbon monoxide. 10. Jumping under a train. 11. Explosion. 12. Electrocution.

The list… The list Y/N had gone over in her head a million times. It was a list that would enable her to end her life. She had gone over every different scenario. A gun shot would be incredibly messy, plus there was no 100 per cent guarantee that she would die. She had read stories of people shooting themselves but not dying. Then there was jumping to her death, again no guarantee she would die. Drowning – some say it is euphoric even. But what exactly is euphoric about gasping for air, feeling your lungs tighten and then passing out? Well there must be something about it. Then there was suffocation, what could be better than slowly losing every ounce of breath from your body, frantically gasping for air but fighting the urge to get it? Then there is bleeding to death…too slow and messy. You would have to sit and watch the blood drain from your body before you passed out. Too long! Overdose – no guarantee it would work. Hanging again no guarantee it would work, the rope or whatever you use may not be strong enough to hold your body. Plus if she survived then what? She’d just be a ghost of her former self, and she would still be alive. Poisoning was a possibility but then then you have to fight the urge to spit out something revolting. Your taste buds are screaming at you that the substance you are taking is awful but you are telling yourself to take it. Mixed emotions and feelings… You don’t want to feel a damn thing. Inhaling carbon monoxide was too cliché or so Y/N thought. Jumping under a train what an epic and grizzly was to meet your maker. Explosion….Gruesome on epic proportions, the only problem how to make a bomb? Electrocution was another option but Y/N didn’t want to be fried chicken. Y/N contemplated all the ways to die, thinking of each possible outcome. She pondered over it many times before returning the lifeless list to the back of her draw, covering it with random pieces of paper so her parents and sister wouldn’t find the deadly list. Sometimes the list stayed in the draw untouched for weeks, but other times it was taken out more regularly.

Most people fear death but not Y/N. A lot of people fear dying young but not Y/N. She felt like the only way she could escape from what she thought was a messed up, destructive, wasteful life was to kill herself. Once dead she wouldn’t feel all the things she was feeling. Nobody would be able to hurt her; nobody would be able to make her feel small or insignificant. Nobody could do anything! She was sick of feeling all the pain she felt that was forced onto her by others. Her only solace from the pain caused by others was the pain in which she inflicted upon herself. Her best friends were her razor, her bed and her music. They seemed to be the only things that understood her, the only things that provided an ounce of comfort to her. She always felt intense euphoria when the silver razor kissed her skin. Just a few little cuts and then the crimson liquid flowed from the wounds she had inflicted upon herself. The blood was somewhat of a metaphor to her. It was the pain leaving her body, in a sick twisted metaphorical sense of the word. It was the only pain she herself could control, a pain that was not caused by others around her. It provided her with a sense of relief every time the cool metal touched her skin, and every time the blood escaped the confines of her skin she felt liberated. She felt like nothing mattered. She had left a note for her boyfriend Michael to find once he got back from the studio. Little did she know he would arrive back early.

Michael noticed the house was quiet, a little too quiet for his liking. He knew all about your self-harm issues and was trying to help you through everything, he also knew you had been having a tougher time as of late. That’s when his heart began to race as panic overwhelmed him. He rushed up the stairs, taking two at a time to get up to the second floor quicker. He opened up the bedroom door and noticed the note he didn’t even bother to read it. He noticed the bathroom door closed “Y/N” he yelled but no answer. He tried opening the door but it was locked so he kicked it down and saw you on the floor. He wrapped your arm up and called for an ambulance making sure to keep pressure on your arm. The bleeding eventually stopped but you were still taken to the hospital as a precaution. You were alive! You realised you had made a huge mistake; the heart breaking look on Michael’s face made you realise suicide wasn’t the answer. You knew you had to keep fighting.

whispersofadecayedmind  asked:

I'm having a really bad day. It's nine p.m. now. I spent the evening in a black mood, teary eyes, messed up head. All through it, I looked at your blog, page after page -I think I reached almost hundred- and it helped a lot. I learned beautiful new words and I loved the gif's you'd used in each post. Everything was positive and colorful. I'm still going through it. It helps. Thank you.

Hello there. I hope you are now okay by the time you read this message. Whatever you were going through that night — and probably you cried yourself to sleep, I hope you already have the courage to get up in the morning, and you have your favorite cup of coffee and your breakfast already. I know telling people “you’ll be fine” is not enough, but I hope you’ll be able to smile again, forget whatever it is, for there are more things to be grateful about in life. I’m glad this blog helps you in any way possible. I hope everything will be well for you.

Hello everyone! Just a short word from me.

Just last month, the blog Wordstuck just turned 2 years. Can you believe it? We are two years now, and Wordstuck community is growing! With over hundreds of words posted, thousands of Tumblr followers, more than 1 million pageviews, and different web magazine & blog articles about Wordstuck, I am very grateful for all these things and I know I’m very lucky for the unceasing support you all guys have for the blog throughout these past two years.

Meanwhile, for the past few months, this blog and its facebook page has been rarely updated. I have been busy with work lately, and been going around places during some of my rest days (photo above is from my personal Instagram account). I am really happy for all the messages and e-mails you sent, though most of them unanswered yet, but I am reading them right now. It’s rainy season here in the Philippines and that’s less of me going out and be more around here on my laptop. Haha. Also, tomorrow is September already and that is 2 months away from my birthday yay!

I hope you all guys have a lovely day today. Thank you.

simonbobx  asked:

I think you're doing people a disservice by presenting the idea of "just put one word in front of the other". Isn't there also editing, publishing, and marketing involved? If it were only about the writing, then a whole lot more people would be making a living off their 50,000-word first drafts.

I think you may be confusing “writing advice” with “how to make a living by publishing your book” advice. Over at http://journal.neilgaiman.com/ you have 12 years and well over 2 million words of advice and explanation on how publishing works and the rest of it. Start at the beginning, in February 2001, which is all about the process of copy-editing, marketing and publishing AMERICAN GODS. I suspect you’ll find what you’re looking for in that two million words.

But even so, if I had to distill everything I know down to one word, that word would still be write.

September 17th 2015 // The day after

Yesterday was my birthday, and the day of my final oral examination. It was gonna be either the worst or the best day of the year. And I made it the best day! I passed my exam and now I am officially in the clinical part of med school! ❤️🎉

The snapshot of some of the post-its I took out of my books and scripts after 2 years of med school really shows the work we med students put into this. This is just the smallest parts of definitions and graphs and millions of words I put on paper in this time.

Now, that I passed my final examination of the pre-clinical part, I am resetting and starting over new in the clinical part. I don´t want to “just pass” anymore - I didn´t delay the examination because I finally wanted to be done with studying the same basics over and over, and I didn´t really expect to pass, but I did!!  - so now the clinical part is waiting to be conquered! I am so looking forward to actual clinical lectures and work! So, guys, let´s do this!

BTW, if you’re one of those writers who looks at other writers and thinks, “God they’re so much better than I am, how can my work ever be worth posting compared to that?”

If that’s you, then a few thoughts for you:

1: Some writer of great fame and competency (probably Ray Bradbury) offered the advice that it takes about a million words of writing before you start getting good.  Some writers start working toward that word count earlier than others.  If you meet a 20 year old who’s getting published?  It’s entirely possible they started drabbling around when they were like five.  Their age has nothing to do with it.  It’s how long you’ve been practicing compared to them.  I know a guy in his early 20s who’s such a painfully good writer that I, over a decade older than he is, sometimes feel despair if I let myself think about it too hard.

2: When you compare yourself to a writer who seems amazing to you, have you asked them to let you glance into their WIPs folder?  Because chances are, all you’re seeing are the successes and not the charred and mangled abandoned bodies of all the fics they couldn’t finish and the drafts they haven’t fixed yet.  Believe me, the carcasses are in there, and it’s not a pretty sight.  I’ve got at LEAST 3 times as many dead and mangled WIPs as I have finished stories.

3: Frankly it doesn’t matter how good they are, because stories cannot be swapped for each other.  They are not commodities.  That writer you admire will never write the story you’ve got lurking in your head.  Even if you gave them the prompt and a 2 page synopsis outlining the characters and basic plot, they will never produce the same story from it that YOU would.  Your stories are unique to you, and they cannot be replaced.  You are unique and precious and irreplaceable as a writer, and the things you create have never been seen in this world before and never will be again.

thebibliosphere  asked:

Hi, you reblogged my post this last week about needing help after my furnace died, and I just wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart, and to all the people who donated and offered help via your blog. I really cannot thank you or them enough, for all the advice, kindness, well wishes and the frankly overwhelming support that came our way. I am still stunned and incredibly humbled that not only were we able to replace our broken furnace, but had enough money left over that we can (1/2

Potentially pay off some of my emergency dental bills which have frankly been crippling us for a while now. So thank you, and thank you to all of them. You’ve made such a wonderful caring community, and words cannot express how grateful we are. I’ve even managed to pick up editing work from some of your followers which is amazing and will be a wonderful help toward our finances. So thank you. A million times, thank you. (Very) Warm wishes and hugs- Joy (2/2)

I’m so pleased your fundraising went well and you have enough to get your furnace on its feet and maybe some of your debts cleared away too. Thanks so much for writing to update us and let us know how it went – it’s always nice to hear a success story, especially this time of year.

I hope you have a great holiday season and that things keep going well for you! And thanks to everyone who read RFM and gave to the fundraiser. Your giving makes a difference, even the small stuff. :)