#Heart forGod

[maglife17]

Is There A Room in Your Heart? Part Two

“And God, who knows the heart, bore witness to them by giving them the Holy Spirit just as he did to us.” Acts 15:8 How much space is in your heart for God to write His story? This is a question you need to ask yourself. The answer may depend on how much you are willing to let go of your own story and how much you are ready to open your heart to God. It is important to realize that God’s story…

[little-fairy-forest]

Hi! Hope ur having a great day <33

Congrats for reaching 1.5k followers! You deserve it

From your event, can I have the following things?

Shoto + Hurt/comfort + Private Balcony + Normal Au (or canon idk) + Tiramisu and Apple pie

Tysm for everything, take care 💗

Tiramisu : "stop smiling...it's making my chest hurt" "your in love (character)" "no I'm still in denial dumbass"

Apple pie : "touch *pronoun* and your dead!" 

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Shouto and y/n were the quiet couple. They never done over bearly pda or posted endless photos. Their relationship was more open behind closed doors, thats how they liked it.

It was very rare that the two would openly be affectionate with eachother, but today was different as shouto was livelier than usual. He must of had some good soba for lunch—

"Y/n would you like to go out for lunch tomorrow to that nice café by the park, it's meant to be sunny tomorrow" shouto says quietly to you as you both squish beside eachother to fit onto the small space left of the couch. The common room was full as everyone was hanging out. Either playing games, telling stories or watching something on the tv.

You and shouto - as always - found a small space for yourselfs to have a quiet conversation,

"I'd love to go, just once we're back before 4 so I can have a training session before dinner" you ask as you lean into Shouto's warmth,

"Of course, you make all the rules" shouto jokes with a soft smile on his lips as he teases you, you give him a slight shove as he was pressed against Midoriya who was on the other side of him explaining the lastest All Might documentary to whoever was listening

You just smiled softly at shouto, your love for shouto is so large you can't contain it sometimes. Even if the room is full of all of your close friends, you wanted to make sure shouto knew how much you cared for him.

As you leaned more into shouto your smile grew bigger, this small thing makes Shouto's heart flutter as if it was a buttterfly just getting it's wings. He has gotten use to this fuzzy feeling by now, he just never wants this feeling to stop.

"stop smiling...it's making my chest hurt"

Shouto says calmly as his cheeks begin to blush, another indicator that shouto was smitten

"your in love shouto" you say shyly as you've never said that big word in public yet‐ especially around soany people!

Behind close doors that big "L" word is used frequently in hushed manners, soft kisses usually follow along, paired with warm hugs

"no I'm still in denial dumbass"

Shouto says blankly as if it was more obvious then anything you were suggesting,

"Forgods sake shouto" you laugh at his antics once again, as smart as this boy may be.

He will forever suprise you with his words,

You start to nod of to the warmth and comfort you have come to peace with. The sounds of your classmates start to fizzle out as you drift off into a light slumber. You know shouto well enough that he will either carry you bsck to your bed to sneek past Aizawa to cuddle you in his, either way shouto has your best interest at heart.

Kaminari notices that your fast asleep snuggled against Todoroki. This devilish grin comes over the electric boys face,

"Don't do it" bakugo gruffs at the boy about to do somthing stupid– bakugou can sense when one of the idiots is up to no good

"Wha‐" Kaminari is shocked that bakugou would think he'd do something!

"Touch *pronoun* and your dead" shouto says with a cold bite to his words, the last thing he wants is for you to wake. Your just so cute snoozing away on his shoulder–

"I wouldn't dream of it roki', she's all yours" Kaminari tries sweep this under the rug as he can feel the intense glare from the two toned boy facing him.

Bakugou huffs in annoyance mumbling a quiet "told ya so" as he takes his phone out to check his socials, he would use the phrase "not my circus not my monkeys" but unfortunately Kaminari and the rest of the bakusquad are just as much his monkeys as it is his circus

"Just keep to yourself please and thank you, their tired" Todoroki huffs as he checks to make sure your still sound asleep, your little huffs of snores confirms his worries

As the class trickles out as one after the other get ready for bed, shouto hangs back abit a little long to let you sleep incase his movements wake you. He truly could stay like this forever, basquing in the comfort of a lovers presence.

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Sick Days

Obviously before Mon el admits his feelings.

So how do you feel?" Mon-el asked when he entered Kara's room.

"Sick, so so very sick. I want to die" Kara sniffled.

Mon-el patted her shoulder, and pulled the blanket over her curled up body again.

"I hope Snapper undersdands. Ugh! I forgod to dell her!" Kara cried, she struggled to get up and rush to the phone but Mon el forced her to lie down again.

"It's okay. James already made an excuse as to why you're not going." Mon el assured her

"An excuse! Bud... I'm just sick, Dan excuse wilb ondly make id worsde." Kara whined as she tried to reach for the phone again.

"No it won't. We just told him that you have wild food poisoning and are throwing up as we speak. It sounds a lot better than just a cold."

"Jusb a cold. This a Krypdoniand cold, dose are mega worsde. It's den million colds at once." Kara groaned, swiveling her head dramatically. Then she sat up.

"Whab about you! Your fake job," She cried.

Mon-el brushed a stray hair out of her face, a smile creeping on his face as he looked at her. Even though her skin was ashen, her usually bouncy blonde curls were limp and stringy and her eyes were bloodshot and her nose was as stuffed up as a Build a Bear, she was cute.

She cared about his job, she cared what her boss would think. That was true determination and loyalty. Just generally niceness. That was Kara. She may be an alien, but she could fit as the girl next door any day of the week. She was just so optimistic and cheerful, it was one of the best things he liked about her.

In fact that was why he volunteered to help stay with her today. He didn't really know how to take care of a sick person but he googled it so it seemed easy.

Now Kara was a grown woman, but she was practically useless when she was sick, physically not able to get out of bed useless, and that usually put a damper on getting lunch herself or getting dress or getting tissues when she ran out.

Alex was going to do it, but once Mon-el heard he volunteered. And insisted that Alex go do her job and he would take care of her.

Lately Mon-el had been thinking a lot about Kara. A lot. She would creep up into his mind and random parts of the day even if she wasn't in the room.

He would stare at daffodils and think "Kara would love those. The first sign of spring. What did she call them? Oh right, cups of sunshine in bloom."

To a regular person that would be cheesy but that was just Kara.

He would watch tv shows and suddenly a particular line would pop up and he would be tempted to write it down so he could tell her later.

Yeah, he had to admit it. He got it bad for the Kryptonian.

But he couldn't admit it TO her.

She was just so strong and caring and yes, that might be her point of weakness. She would care too much. And when people fell in love, those feelings only amplify and then she would be protective of him this way and that and then there would be the whole "it's not you, it's my enemies." He was aware of the danger. It still didn't mean he could get over his feelings just like that.

Especially when she sounded like that.

"I'm gonna make you some food. You stay here and start getting better." Mon-el told her. Kara did what she was told and buried her head under the pillow without a second thought.

When Mon-el came back from the kitchen, Kara had fallen off the bed, and was staring dazedly at the wall.

"Mon-el. Fuddy ting. I can'd ged up." Kara said. He could swear the stuffiness was getting worse.

He placed the bowl of piping chicken soap on the dresser and swept her up in an army lift. He gently placed her into bed, rearranged the pillows, and pulled the blanket over her again, and made sure the tissue box was close by.

"Here some soup." He handed the bowl to her and she grinned happily.

"Danks" She took a slurp of it and spewed it across the bed, coughing violently.

"Sorry! I didn'd mean do!" Kara cried, she got off the bed and was about to start wiping the blanket when she dizzily fell again.

"Kara, you rest, I got it." Mon-el said, he lifted her again and walked her to the couch in the living room.

"Sorry," she muttered again.

"No it's not your fault. Your sick. Just relax, watch some tv"

He went back to the room, stripped the sheets and managed to wrangle up some new blankets in the back of her closet.

"Danks for all dis. Really. You could be doing domthing more udful or fun than be with me." Kara blew her nose in a tissue when he handed her the box

"It's my pleasure. You do so much for everyone, and for me. It's not a big deal to care for you" Mon el replied

"Dupergirl does do a lot of duff for everyone," Kara said.

"And Kara Danvers does too." Mon-el said as he sat next to her "She makes me happy, she brightens the workroom everyday and tries to see the best in things. I really like her."

Kara blushed, and hid her face behind her blanket. James froze, did he just admit his crush? More importantly, one of the most dreaded scenarios of this whole conversation was that she was just being Kara. She was nice to everyone including him. He was no different than Winn or Cat to her. Okay maybe he was step up from being Cat in her eyes but still.

"I really like you doo," Kara mumbled shyly. Mon el' heart skipped a beat.

Mon-el put his arm around her to adjust the blanket, and she leaned his head on his shoulder.

Soon she fell asleep but he just sat there contently and grinned like an idiot.

"She likes me. "Mon-el thought "She said she REALLY likes me. She'll probably be sick tomorrow so I should probably bring her daffodils just to cheer up. Oh and I could rent a movie. Has she seen that ER show yet? Oh and some super hot fudge. Yeah, tomorrow's sick is gonna be great!"

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No way had Mon-el thought that in his days of taking care of a sick Kara that he would get sick himself.

But here he was, in bed, freezing, his throat burning me nose so clogged up that everything he said was filled with ds and his hearing felt like he was underwater the whole time.

In Daxam the closest thing to this was the daily headache of a hangover from the late night parties. In all honesty he was pretty sure his parents wouldn't allow him to be sick on account of being ruler and all that.

He wished he could just have those hangovers now. Actually he wished for some water because his threat was not only burning but felt like a little porcupine was scratching it as well.

Then he heard the door bell ring.

"Mon-el can I come in?" A sweet voice that reminded Mon el of a angel in his sick state.

"Yeuhh" Mon-el managed to cough out.

Kara walked in. Pristine and near as usual in her cardigan and glasses. Her hair perfectly curl and seemed so soft. Mon el really liked the smell of her hair. Well, if he could smell. He remembered what it smelled like though. Like fresh apples. Wholesome and good like Kara.

"Jew divil women. Jour are dill tryin' do kill me" Mon-el mock glared when he was seized by another harsh sneeze making his threat burn more.

Kara simply shook her head as she started to take out a soup container from her bag.

"We don't know how colds affects Dazims" Mon-el groaned "Dis could kill me."

"I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen." Kara said as she opened the container, "So I made this for you."

Mon-el gave hr an genuine smile. This was the Kara he admired. Someone so willing to do things for others from saving the world to giving soup to him.

Mon-el eagerly grabbed the container, but another sneeze took him and he spill some of the hot soup on his sweat pants.

Mon-el barely concealed how much he wanted to scream with what he hoped was a manly grunt.

"Oh oh I'll take care of that" Kara quickly grabbed the tissues and dabbed at the spill. "I'll just give it you."

Mon-el cocked his head questioningly until he realized that she meant to spoon feed him.

He didn't understand why he felt so nervous about it. Maybe it was the way Kara looked at him as she put the warm soup in his mouth. Caring, focused only on him wth those piercing, kind grey eyes.

"Tank you" he croaked

Kara put a finger to his lips and Mon-el noticed even though most of his senses were dulled he could feel how smooth her skin was.

"Rest your voice."

"Bud I like talkging with jew. Jour indersing,” He smiled.

Kara turned away but Mon-el could see her bite her lips as the end of her lip curled into a half-smile.

Mon-el smiled to himself. He still had his charm. Plus he had meant what he said. She was interesting. She was bubbly, and entertaining. But she also wasn't afraid to tell him he was wrong. While that was infuriating and annoying, it also intrigued him. Years of being with complimentary bimbos made him forget that some girls were headstrong.

And Kara was plenty headstrong. She had personality. That personality made her seem full of life and vigor. And he wanted to have her next to him and feel that vigor. She was so..so complex. As Supergirl she seemed industrictable, almost unattainable but here right now. She was pure and genuine. He wanted all of it.

"You're interesting too," Kara replied.

With those words, Mon-el felt like he had been given the greatest compliment. She thought he was interesting! No one at home ever thought he was interesting. Pretty, hot, fun usually came up. But interesting never.

Mon-el finished his soup so Kara started arranging his blankets, and started a movie. "Hope you don't mind, but I thought you need to see the greatest movie of all time."

"Stard Ward" Mon-el guessed. Winn kept going on and on about how awesome Star Wars was. And it was. It had so much action and drama and even some of the planets were realistic for a human movie.

"No." Kara chirped, “The Princess Bride. I think you'll really like Ingio."

Mon-el shrugged and settled closer to the blonde. He felt hotter with her body heat next to him. It was tempting to move away but he didn't want to. She may be hot as hell but her prescnce was also comforting and warm and soft.

Mon-el dazedly opened his eyes to see moon light streaming through his windows and that the night sky was alight with the flashing lights of buildings.

"Whad happened?"

Kara leaned over him, her blonde hair brushing against his cheek. "You conked out during the commercials and it's eleven."

"Oh sstorry?" Mon-el murmeered

"It's fine." Kara smiled at him, "We can see it another time. You looked cute asleep." Then she paused and blushed as if she hadn't meant to say that last part.

Mon-el was too happy about that to tease her. "Jou lookd cute lasd week doo."

Kara put her hand to his forehead and smiled at him once more. "You're less hot. So you're probably be better soon. And not going to die." Kara added

"Good." Mon-el said "But I'm glad jou were here with me if I did."

"Me too." Kara whispered softly, "I better go now. But I'll stop by tomorrow."

"Okday" Mon-el waved as Kara left his room.

He settled himself to sleeping position once more, utterly beaming with happiness at spending an afternoon with Kara and being called cute by Kara. Kara, Kara, Kara. That was all he could think of. He never felt this way about a women before. Then again, he never met a women like her before.

The door cracked open and Kara scutler back in adorably. "Sorry just wanted to make sure you had all the blankets on you. Okay, good. Sorry. Go back to sleep, I'll see you tomorrow."

Mon-el managed to wave goodbye as the mild manner reporter went away, "I'll be waiting."

[kmac4him1st]

Who am I wholly-holy loved by? JESUS! Who shapes my identity? JESUS! Who is the strength of my inner spiritual core? JESUS! WHO is the “Common Denominator” of the all of my everything? JESUS! #UndividedHeart #NotCompartmentalized #WhollyHolyHis ⠀ https://www.thebridegroomscafe.com/undivided-hearts/⠀ ⠀ #whollyholyhis #beso #familylife #undividedheart #forgod #commondenominator #jesus #hearttoheart https://www.instagram.com/p/B-pTSFEltTX/?igshid=yzxxzo8or43b

[mom-to-an-angel]

My heart is breaking.

My soul is aching,

ForGod is taking One in my life

Who gave me life.

It is time to give you back to the One

Who waited for those who deserve Him.

Be strong they say, but I can’t I say.

I just want to pray and be your baby once again. The one you held so near and dear and told me not to shed a tear. Oh I love you so dearly Mommy. What am I going to do without that beautiful smile and laughter? How am I going to go on laughing and listening to music without you ? What will I do without you here when I see my first grand baby’s eyes looking back at me?

I just can’t let you go just yet... not yet.

If you must go then hold me one more time and laugh with me one more time...just one more time...

Margaret

[thebearsjournal-blog]

Over and over again You are, the strength of my heart Where You are, there I'll be What You speak, I'll see . . . #forGod #heart #love #mind #morning #morningdew #goodmorning #inspiration #devotion #bearjournal

[amelodicmoment]

the HEART & SOUL of a CHAMPION #CentralStateUniversity #ElemCollegeDay #RUA #enjoyingMe #JustJohn2018 #ForGod #ForCentral #ForState #maroonandgold #MarauderForLife #HeartAndSou1 #AceC1UB #1914 #PhiBetaSigma https://www.instagram.com/p/BoSTs_KA1aHXjTdoWJzsbp3D_-xuVPoLw961Y80/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ineccyb2nuav

[jon-his-reason-blog]

I appreciate everyone that came out that night. Especially those of you that found it in your heart to donate. But we all had a good time. #show #Showtime #ForGod #God #life #performance #CD #cds #hisreason Trust in the Lord and do good

[kody6969]

Mayday! David McCasland Psalm 86:1–13 When I am in distress, I call to you, because you answer me. Psalm 86:7 The international distress signal “Mayday” is always repeated three times in a row—“Mayday-Mayday-Mayday”—so the situation will be clearly understood as a life-threatening emergency. The word was created in 1923 by Frederick Stanley Mockford, a senior radio officer at London’s Croydon Airport. That now-closed facility once had many flights to and from Le Bourget Airport in Paris. According to the National Maritime Museum, Mockford coined Mayday from the French word m’aidez, which means, “help me.” Throughout King David’s life, he faced life-threatening situations for which there seemed to be no way out. Yet, we read in Psalm 86 that during his darkest hours, David’s confidence was in the Lord. “Hear my prayer, Lord; listen to my cry for mercy.  When I am in distress, I call to you, because you answer me” (vv. 6–7). David also saw beyond the immediate danger by asking God to lead his steps: “Teach me your way, Lord, that I may rely on your faithfulness; give me an undivided heart, that I may fear your name” (v. 11). When the crisis was past, he wanted to keep walking with God. The most difficult situations we face can become doorways to a deeper relationship with our Lord. This begins when we call on Him to help us in our trouble, and also to lead us each day in His way.  Lord, even as we call to You for help today, please help us to keep walking with You when this crisis is over. God hears our cries for help and leads us in His way. In today’s psalm, David asks forGod’s help in his time of trouble but looks beyond this difficult time. In verse 11, he asks God to teach him His ways, so he can rely on God’s faithfulness. David knew that learning God’s ways would change the way he responded to the situations of life. Spending time with God, learning who He is and what He has done, draws us close to Him and changes us. What situation are you facing for which you need God’s help?  Deuteronomy 14–16; Mark 12:28–44