#a wife chasing god

[awifechasinggod]

Do you ever wonder how people change right in front of our eyes and we don’t see? A little gap and in walks Satan. And he speaks lies that people believe without giving the benefit of the doubt to their loved one……and they buy the lies hook, line, and sinker. And then they use those lies to plan their next step and in turn, begin lying to their loved one to cover their tracks to f their sin.

I miss the guy who used to be so excited for me to come home from work. The guy that used to send me text messages throughout the day to say he missed me and could wait for me to get home. The guy who used to send me flowers and tell me how he proud he was that I was HIS wife! I miss the guy who loved JESUS and talked about what GOD was doing in his life and how GOD spoke to him through the WORD. Yep, I miss that guy.

We are in the last days and deception by the master deceiver is real! Satan may think he’s won, BUT GOD!! 💪🏻🙏 As hard as this has been, I’m not the same woman I was 33 long months ago. I now know this was allowed for a reason. To strengthen my faith and help me to stand in the gap for my man. Like the woman in Luke 18:1, I’m persistently praying for reconciliation, which GOD promised very early on in my stand. He gave me two promises then a few more throughout these hard years. Every time I want to give in or give up, HE sends a message to me that I’m so close to breakthrough and I should not give up!

Some things I learned along the way:

Our spouse is not our enemy! We have one and his name is Satan! Don’t confuse the two!

My husband deserves my respect whether I feel like it or not. Yes, respect is earned, but I was severely lacking in this before all this happened. I’ve learned honor and respect.

Serving my spouse is my privilege as HIS wife.

Satan is actively trying to destroy my marriage and he knows EXACTLY what to dangle in front of my husband to divert his attention away from JESUS.

Spiritual warfare is real and only prayer and standing on the WORD as it is written can change the situation!

Nothing is hidden from God and nothing is too hard for him - no matter how it looks right now!

GOD is bigger than any problem we have. Greater is HE that is in me than he that is in the world!!!!

GOD is able!!!

HE won’t allow this season to be for naught! HE is working behind the scenes and HE will have the final word. While HE won’t force my spouse to turn from sin, HE can make him want to! I’m counting on that.

I meant every wedding vow I spoke before GOD and I’m cling to GOD with everything in me! ✝️

This post is just me sharing some of my struggles as a stander. I will not give in or give up! I may cry big tears, BUT GOD knows and sees everyone!

[lilislegacy]

does… does annabeth have other shirts?

cause no matter where she is, even if she’s away from camp or with her family or traveling, she’s almost always wearing a camp shirt

someone buy this girl a kohls gift card or something PLEASE

there are better colors than orange, bestie. so much better. there’s a whole other world out there. i recommend blue for you. that’s a good place to start i think 💙💙

[zarnzarn]

(check the tags for more and also the tag for other fics in the story!)

athena, scowling as she gets bullied into marrying the people she pined over for the last 1000 years, suddenly realising something: wait a minute

odysseus: what?

athena, frozen: wait a damn minute you know what this gives me rights to do

penelope, also realising: oh fuck yes

odysseus: I don't like the sound of whatever's happening here what are you two fucking talking about?

athena, grabbing the marriage wine and tossing it back, then kissing her new wife and husband and handing penelope a spear as she picks up a mace: we'll be back shortly, you can start celebrations without us.

penelope: do u have anything that can start a fire

athena, pulling out an old contract and scanning it before throwing it over her shoulder: yes. are you scared of heights or can we fly.

penelope: fucking bring it I've waited years for this moment

zeus: where are they going

hermes, picking up the contract: they're going to... Ogygia? Oh fucking shit they're going to fucking kill Calypso- hey, hello, WAIT-

[carefulfears]

thinking about how expectant of her own death scully always was, but how completely struck by shock she was in mulder’s, despite how clear it had always been that he would one day die for the cause. tragedy in the x-files as something you should have been prepared for, but never could be, in scully standing at a funeral, as her mother had stood at her father’s, and barely being able to speak. she should be able to do this? bred to be a war widow, attached to an endless line. but no matter how many times she saw him put that gun to himself, or run off in front of another, she really did believe that he would always come back. she really did believe that there would never be a day where he didn’t just appear in the doorway again.

[sotc]

plagued by the shale/zevran conversation where zev said "creating a new life can be a great deal of fun" (and also nod to the control rod commentary lmao the best<3). but all i can think about is how fun and funny it would be to add a little more irony in that man's life and milana finds out she's with child lmao 😇

[banished-away]

feeling slightly vindicated watching an RAS interview bc keep getting this feeling from the drizzt books that theyre very italian-american (as in, i see a lot of things i recognize from italian culture in it, but influenced and changed by american culture) and he said that he based off the culture of menzo partly on his hometown and then the sopranos/godfather which confirmed it to me

also he pronounces menzoberranzan the way i used to before someone else corrected me JKNDSKJFKDS

[justaz]

for some reason nostalgia has me missing those stories where percy is betrayed by like everyone and gets taken in by chaos and is made like his champion or whatever the fuck and honestly i’m so tempted to write a story like that but with no betrayals and it’s just percabeth and some others being taken in by chaos and being badass but i can’t think of any other plot LMFAO

[bleetusmcyeetus]

Tell me how the fuck I managed to dream up seemingly an entire ass EAPS episode in my dream last night 😭

[maplesyrizzup]

they are constantly on my mind and I don't want to get them out of my head

[hamishcat437]

"It's not that she doesn't like you, she just wants more for you then you want for yourself" okay well I've fought real damn hard to be happy where I am right now and if she's got an issue with that then my fist might just want to collide with her fucking face

[themoonshoes]

city fans are soo dramatic like we've had a bad start (techinically) to the season since game 1 but the second we lose one match everyones like oh it's so over........ are the treble winners even on the pitch with us right now. me im city fans.

[awifechasinggod]

I was reading this morning in Proverbs during my devotions. A vivid picture popped into my mind of this very scene. A stream of water was held in the hands of the LORD and although we (I) make our own plan(s), the LORD can channel the water (or our plans) whichever way HE pleases. I may think my plans are right, but the LORD weighs my heart! GOD has the ultimate authority. I may mistakenly think I am doing what is right, BUT GOD sees the motives behind my actions. I often have to make choices where the best action may be difficult to discern, but I can help myself by trying to identify my own motives first and then asking GOD to check them to ensure the REAL reasons I want to do this or that are beneficial and not for my own gain or honor. GOD is not amused or pleased when we do good deeds only to serve our own interests. Sometimes, that line could be so fine and other times, it may be so obvious to others but not to us! I need to remember to check my motives at the door before moving ahead with plans that may or may not line up with GOD’s plans for me. This was yet another reminder for me today that I am still a work in progress. I’d love to think I have it altogether all the time, but sadly, I fail sometimes. I long to be that wife who chases GOD in all areas and not just when I need forgiveness or a cleansing of my heart. I want HIS opinion first and I don’t want to lean on my own understanding! The truth is, I am NOTHING without GOD and I need to be reminded often of that. Yes, I try to act in my own power, but as that wife pursuing godliness is all things, I need to be reminded often of my utter dependence on a holy GOD. Forgive me LORD for trying to act in my own accord. I need you every day! ✝️

[wyrmwinds]

#(trying to explain heavensward) it's like if someone factkinned so hard they could physically transform into miku binder thomas jefferson

ever think how poor fucking hraesvelgr had some random white woman kin his dead wife and hraesvelgr had to fucking break it to her, who was ready to jump his fucking bones for world peace, that she is in fact, just a random white woman with no relation, spiritual or otherwise, to his dead wife. literally the most awkward day for hraesvelgr, who can never seem to catch a break concerning anything related to his dead wife. insane.

[the-melancholic-human]

I am still pissed off that i wrote something super cute about single mom reader and simon, and tumblr didn’t save it in my drafts

But more on the topic of nobleman simon riley with the young cute wife he got himself from the village to calm me down:

Simon never thought of himself as someone who would enjoy the little moments of life, when he looked at a sunset he would simply see that, a sunset, nothing more, but his wife, no no no she’s the polar opposite

When she picks fresh tomatoes from their garden and drops them into her skirt, she’s laughing out loud, her cheeks rosy pink from the summer heat and the pure joy that seems to run in her veins. She holds up the tomatoes to simon, yelling out his name to get his attention, and simon is just sitting on a chair reading a book trying to not think about all the dirt under his wife’s nails and how damp the garden walls smell during the humid summers, but his wife, oh no she’s running around grabbing tomatoes from the bushes, while she hums a melody quietly

“Mr riley!! Look at this one! It’s so red!”

“ ‘s jus’ a tomato, woman, please keep y’voice down”

And when her skirt is full of tomatoes she runs back to simon, dropping all of the red bulbs of freshness right onto his cleaned and steamed pants

“I got you all of these! Aren’t you happy??”

“ y’skirt is absolutely filthy, ‘s it so hard to jus’ act a bit more timid?”

She shakes her head, laughing at his comment, as she grabs one of the tomatoes from simon’s lap and rubs off the dirt on her dress, and takes a bite

“I think you should losen up a bit you know? Take that stick out of where the sun don’t shine”

She laughs at her own joke, simon on the other hand scrunches up his nose at the rude string of words that his so called wife just spat out at him

But you know

Even though he gets angry at his wife for rolling around in mud all day, for jumping up and down on the bed, for scaring the maid ten times a day, for chasing around the ducks and chickens, for swearing every time she drops something

He can’t help how his heart skips a beat when he hears her scream and laugh and shout and swear. And here’s the thing, simon is starting to like the chaos she seems to bring to everything

And before he knows it, he’s standing up from his chair in the garden, holding the girl’s soft hand, as he lets her walk him to the tomato bushes. And he actually kneels in the mud, cautiously grabbing a red tomato and lightly tugging on it, looking at his wife for reassurance,

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

And when she runs her fingers through his hair with those dirty hands, like she’s petting a lost puppy, simon absolutely loses it

And he laughs! Like an idiot who’s in love! He hates himself for it. But, you know, he can keep the anger for another time, right now he’ll just sit there and let his wife tug at his blonde hair while the warm sun shines down on his pale and freckled face. And he breaths, for what feels like the first time in years.

The maid runs out, holding her dress in her fists as she scolds simon

“Sir! Please for the love of god get up! I’ve just washed your clothes!”

“Y’know… i think ‘m good here, and i think… y’need to take tha’ stick out of where the sun don’ shine”

God he looks up at you with a proud look, like he’s done something so bad and he needs your approval for it, and when you nod your head with a smile he just melts.

Just saying, the poor maid does not like your behavior one bit, especially now that it’s rubbing off on simon.

[wolfythewitch]

Nothing's gonna come out of this probably but. I want to make OCs, right. And in this scenario there is a guy or a girl or a person and this person has a dead wife. And that isn't great. They're very upset. So they pray to a god, whatever god they can, and they offer up anything to revive said dead wife. They summon this god up from whatever place he's been vibing in and begs him to resurrect their wife. And the god, surprisingly, says yes, and gives them a list of things to accomplish before the resurrection ritual can begin. And the mortal is ecstatic! Like hell yeah they're getting their wife back. And the god follows him along for the ride. Because hey, free entertainment.

Meanwhile, the god is beside himself in panic because he did Not mean that. He was incredibly flustered, woken up from a centuries long nap, and met with the face of a very disheveled but incredibly attractive widower and spat out the first thing he could think of. And now they're both in a legally binding contract wherein the human is sent on a goose chase to complete like 12 impossible tasks and the god is trying to figure out how to raise someone from the dead while trailing the human around to make sure they don't die from the very fatal list of quests the god sent them on to stall

[tojisun]

!! female reader; dirty talking; breeding kink; slight overstim play; unrealistic sex x’>

thinking about how simon’s the type to keep saying filth to you when he’s balls deep. how, in the throes of his pleasure, so pussy-drunk, simon begins to wax poetry about the way you make him feel.

he’s got you folded in a mating press, his lips ghosting wet kisses along your trembling legs. “god, baby,” simon murmurs, his voice a drunken slur. “i need t’wife you up, i swear.” he punctuates this with a thrust, before his fingers pinch your clit.

you choke at the feeling, your legs kicking from where they’re slung over simon’s shoulders. your head thrashes against the pillow, not knowing how else to tether yourself from the stinging pleasure, your mouth falling open uselessly as garbled moans spill out.

“oh this,” he says, distracted by your reaction. “cute little thing, isn’t it?” he looks at your pussy almost with a starry-eyed gaze.

jesus-

“shu-ut up, si!” your voice breaks, weakened from the moans, but simon’s already looking too far gone, his eyes blown wide and his face flushed because of his pleasure.

“y’just squeezed me tighter, baby.” simon rips his eyes from your cunt to look at you with a sort of giddy trance. “y’like it when i play with–” he circles his thumb on your clit, making you squeal. “this? yeah? oh, lovie, you’re gushing.”

he pulls out, torturously slow, teasing, then he’s slamming back in. your ears ring at the resounding wet slide, his pelvis meeting your own with a goddamn squelch, and you scream, clawing at his back at the sharp pleasure that razes through you.

“going t’stuff you w’my cum everyday, baby.” simon giggles. “going t’make you so full.”

he nuzzles his nose on the side of your tear-soaked cheek. “y’want that, yeah? want t’feel sore because of how much cum’s stored in you? want t’be fucked until it takes?”

what-

“si! si!” you cry, mushy mind trying to understand what he’s insinuating. “wha- wh-…?”

“oh but you’d be so gorgeous, baby,” simon groans, his hand leaving your oversensitive clit to hike up along your body, dancing past your groin to plant just below your belly button. simon nuzzles close again, tracing the shell of your ear with his lips, then, “you’d be so pretty carrying my kids.”

those words make your body lock up, something in your mind just shifting right, and then you’re cumming, squirting all over simon’s cock and spraying on his legs.

simon outright moans, pulling back just enough to slot his lips against yours. you couldn’t even kiss him back, still so busy cumming, all cross-eyed at the intensity of your orgasm. it doesn’t matter to him, anyway, not when simon begins pistoning harder. faster. rougher.

every drag of his cock back in your pussy pushes more gushing squirt from you, and simon rumbles with a pleased groan, looking so blissed out as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. you dig your nails at his back but simon doesn’t even register the prickling pain, too busy chasing his own orgasm through your cunt.

“s’right,” he coos. “nothin’ else could make me cum, baby. nothin’ else but y’r pretty pussy. y’r tight pussy. god, it’s such a delicious pussy, baby, how am i so lucky to have you, huh?” his words mingle with the thwap-thwap-thwap sounds of his body slamming against your own. it makes you dizzy with pleasure, ragged rasps of breath is all that is passing through your parted lips.

simon croons. “how’d i chance luck and end up w’such a delight?” another wet sound from your pussy rings amidst his words. “mmm, hear that baby?”

you nod, you think. or you moan a reply. honestly, you don’t even know, not with how dizzy you are at the peaking pleasure because there’s no way you’re cumming again–

“that’s the sounds that a happy wife makes,” simon purrs, replying to his own question, and the weight of his words washes over you like the pleasure that’s racing across your synapses. “that’s the sound that someone makes when they want to be bred.”

“simo-nnnnn!” you scream, the sound guttural and ragged, and your eyes can no longer see anything, and your ears are ringing, and- and–

simon laughs, the sound curling into something so, so fond. “y’r so pretty when y’cum, baby.” he kisses your wet cheek. “one more? f’r me?”

fuck-