#faith lewis

[westfall-faith]

The duality of woman

[godsfavoritedumpsterfire]

[cephalosaur]

[blackswaneuroparedux]

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Hardships often prepare people for an extraordinary destiny.

- C.S. Lewis

The Basilica della Santissima Annunziata in Florence, Italy.

[w2soneshots]

Toddler -W2S

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warnings: none.

summary: you and Harry enjoy a holiday in Dubai with your toddler.

notes: Currently got major baby fever so here's some dad bog content🤭. Enjoy!💓

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y/username: living the dream☀️🌊 @wroetoshaw

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gkbarry_: you look incredible get in my bed

-> y/username: 🛏️🏃‍♀️

faithloisak: enjoy my lovelys🫶🏼

taliamar: cutest family ever!🥹💗

y/nfanpage21: I love this sm

user2104853: the third photo is adorable🩵

Over a year and a half ago me and Harry welcomed our little boy into the world. So far it's been incredible and I've enjoyed every minute of being his mum, even through the tough parts his little smile would make the hardships completely disappear in an instant. Harry is also an amazing dad, it's like he was born for the role. A few months ago Harry surprised me with a week long trip to Dubai, and what is our first holiday as a family of three. I was extremely excited and almost immediately called Faith to get advice on what I should pack for Ollie, which is what we ended up naming him.

We arrived two days ago and are already having the best time. Yesterday we spent all day at the beach then went for a nice dinner, in which Ollie slept in his buggy the entire time. Today we're going to the Dubai aquarium, getting some lunch and going shopping. I woke up to the sound of giggling, I pried myself from Harry's grasp and reached forward to grab the smiling baby from his travel cot. I placed him between me and Harry in the bed then drifted back off to sleep. I woke up an hour later, reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone to see a message from Harry saying he'd gone out to grab some breakfast from downstairs. I got up and took a picture of Ollie surrounded by the white fluffy bed sheets.

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I quickly got dressed while Ollie slept and Harry soon came back with breakfast. When we were all ready we left the hotel to head to the aquarium. We rented a car the first day we arrived, since Ollie has to sit in a car seat plus we'll be spending much less on Ubers. I drove (since Harry despises driving) and we were soon parked outside.

Harry pulled the exited toddler from his seat, and we headed inside. Ollie seemed to be absolutely mesmerised by the sea creatures (especially the 'big scary sharks'). When we'd walked around the entire aquarium we left to go get some lunch since we were all hungry and Ollie was getting quite restless and in desperate need of a nap. We went back to the car to grab the buggy from the boot then walked to one of the nearby restaurants.

We sat down to eat our lunch as Ollie soundly slept. As me and Harry finished up our food Ollie woke up, now full of energy and hungry. We'd ordered him some plain chips so he ate them along with some fresh fruit. Which they seem to have lots of here, probably because of the hot weather.

Then we paid and made our way to Dubai mall, which thankfully has air conditioning. I happily looked through some shops while Harry followed me with the buggy. "Almost done?" Harry asked, very clearly bored. I turned around and shook my head jokingly "almost." I said with a smile. "M- mummy?" Ollie babbled. "Yes baby?" I replied squatting down in front of him. "I wanna go- the pool." He smiled. Harry chuckled and I glanced up at him "ok, let's go." I said and a look of pure excitement spread across his face.

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y/username: my toddlers new fixation: sharks😂🤍

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tobjizzle: looks like so much fun! Hope you're having a great time guys❤️

-> y/username: we are ty uncle jizzle💞

faithloisak: so stinking cute🥺

y/nfanpage21: the mum fits are👌🏼

user50172932: those burgers omfg

When we arrived back at the hotel we got straight into our swimming costumes and headed down to the pool. We found some deck chairs and put our things down, then (after smothering Ollie in suncream) all three of us got into the pool.

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Later... "I'm so lucky." Harry whispered, as we lay in bed and Ollie lightly snored in his cot. I smiled "you're so cute." He pulled me into a sweet kiss "I mean it, I'm so lucky to have you and Ol, I love you both so much." "And we’re so lucky to have you Haz."

[andallshallbewell]

[artist-issues]

every now and then I play with the exercise of "what if we're wrong" because sometimes I get bored and also as an actual exercise. I usually apply this to Christianity/religion, matters of the after life, or about other people.

So sometimes I poke at the big question, if Christianity isn't real, what does that mean? And I don't usually go the route of atheism or bad sci fi, just that the religion is proven to be fundamentally inaccurate to reality, so what does that mean?

Anyway it wasn't until I was reading a really good sci fi story, where this one dude explains to some aliens the concept of "Love your enemies, do good to those that hurt you" and of course the aliens are like what? (Because in the sci fi narrative the universe is functioning under a Dark Forest Theory) And the dude explains its from one of earth's greatest teachers. And the aliens are like, if the inhabitants of the universe could believe that, this universe would be a different place entirely.

And it was at that point where I realized bro... even if it's not accurate, practicing Christianity is still worth it, for a human being. Loving your enemies means loving them like humans. The Poor, the Meek, and those who mourn, those are promises and comforts that we shouldn't toss aside even if heaven isn't real.

I don't know, this is just a terribly simplistic because I'm not the best at putting my English thoughts into english out loud, but that crack gave me a touch of useful coping. I asked my dad, if aliens are proven to exist it doesn't automatically mean christians stop practicing and believing, right? And he said obviously not.

I don't know but have you ever engaged in such a question " what if we're wrong?" And if you ever have what answer had you arrived at?

EDIT: As @atwas-meme-ing correctly pointed out in the comments section of this post, who cares whether or not I’ve played this game: God answered the question through Paul in his letter to the Corinthians: “If in Christ we have hope in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied.” 1 Corinthians 5:19.

There’s no “good moral teaching” to be found in Christianity if Christ wasn’t God, or if God didn’t exist, or if eternity weren’t real. My rambling logic is below the cut.

I mean, I play that “game” all the time about other things, and sometimes I do it for work. I’ll take two established characters and a setting me and my friends have agreed on, and I’ll “run a scenario.”

But the thing is, once my brain picks out something that doesn’t make sense, or that wouldn’t be in-character for the characters to do, the whole scenario grinds to a halt and I have to start over. I can’t suspend my own disbelief once I notice that something doesn’t line up. Even if I really liked “where the scene was going” before I noticed that thing. Whatever I’m getting stuck on because of it’s out-of-character nature unravels the parts I like, too.

All that to say I can’t even run a scenario in my head where “what if all this isn’t true? What if it fundamentally doesn’t line up with reality?”

I can’t. Once or twice I have tried. But I hit snags immediately. I’ll go, “pretend all of this Christian religion really is just a centuries-old conspiracy humanity’s been patching up the holes in.”

But then that little simulation-checker in my brain goes, “then how do you explain people dying for it? That many martyrs aren’t likely to have allowed themselves to be tortured and murdered for something they knew was a conspiracy.”

And I go, “well, pretend they died because they didn’t know it was a conspiracy, they believed it.”

And the sim-checker goes, “but the original disciples of Jesus, ground-zero of the faith, were all martyred. Not just people who learned from them and came after them and could’ve been hoodwinked: the starting points, themselves. They would’ve had to know it was a conspiracy, if it was a conspiracy, and they still willingly died for it.”

Maybe I’ll pivot and go, “pretend there isn’t objective truth.”

And the sim-checker goes, “there isn’t truth…objectively?”

Maybe I’ll pivot again and try, “pretend that everyone really does just measure morality based on what they’re used to, what their individual society’s trained them to associate with pleasant feelings and reactions.”

And the sim-checker goes, “Okay, where did those societies get the training manual? Where did it come from? Why do so many different societies’ and people groups’ ‘association with pleasant feelings and reactions’ around the world have so many things in common?”

And the answers to all that leads me back to Christianity. Even if I go the longest way round I can think of.

And eventually I quit running those scenarios. Because guess what?

Where’d the ability to run scenarios come from?

How did I get that? How did you?

See, the thing is, we go, “what if all of this isn’t true?” But it’s right there in the question. “Where did you get that desire? The desire for “truth?”” Is it to keep yourself safe, like the natural animals have an instinct toward, or is it to keep yourself sane, because you need some sense in this life to make it through? Sure. Maybe. But why? What’s “sane?” What’s “safe?” Sanity presupposes order. Why do you, and all humans, naturally lean toward wanting things to be “the way they’re supposed to be?” Where’d that come from, that idea of “supposed to be?” And Safety presupposes good being found in avoiding pain and damage and fear. “Good?” Where’d you get that idea?”

The further you dig, even into your own psyche, the less you can run any scenario that has God absent entirely. And no wonder. He designed it.

One more thing.

“I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: I’m ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don’t accept his claim to be God. That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic — on the level with the man who says he is a poached egg — or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God, but let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.” - C.S. Lewis

I used to lean into the idea you’re saying here. “Even if it’s not true, I’m going to live like it is and believe it just in case. Besides, it makes me better, and makes the world better.” That’s not belief at all. That’s ends-justify-the-means thinking. The teachings that Jesus gave which “make the world a better place” are utterly worthless if they’re coming out of the mouth of a liar. Because why should anyone believe Him? Why should anyone “turn the other cheek,” or “do unto others?” Because it makes us “better?” Who gets to define “better?”

The answer, of course, is Jesus does. The One who taught those sayings. But only if He’s God. Only if He was telling the truth. If He wasn’t God, what right has He, to tell us to give away our possessions to others and let them abuse us and give our lives up? If He was a liar, all of those “good teachings” would be tainted and untrustworthy. Besides, like I just said, they’re all only able to be called “good” teachings if you accept that there is one objective, universal “good.” And we’re right back to “where did Good come from?”

All roads lead back there, to Him. But we humans like to do this thing with God where we pretend there could be any reality outside of Him. It sort of makes sense, how we got that way. After all, when was the last time you noticed oxygen? How often during the day do you consciously inhale and exhale? As often as it happens automatically? How often during the day do you notice oxygen touching your skin or moving your hair or drying your eyeballs? As often as those things happen automatically? No. But it’s ever-present. Without it, you couldn’t live, let alone notice anything. But oxygen has always been around and everything in our lives interacts with or can only exist WITH it. God is much more than that, but that’s as close as I can get to communicating: He’s so good, and He’s so constantly there, everything, all the time, that it’s easy for us to take Him for granted, forget Him entirely, then use our two-pound brain matter to say, “He might not exist.” You might as well say, “imagine a world with no matter.” 🙄 “Ohhhh kay. Then it wouldn’t be a world.”

[ritadcsc]

Ser um cristão significa perdoar o indesculpável, porque Deus perdoou o indesculpável em você.

C.S. Lewis em O peso da glória, p. 176

[wejustvibing]

🖤.

[heartoflesh]

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (2005) dir. Andrew Adamson

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[westfall-faith]

The Darkmoon Faire is in town. Does Faith go? What does she do if she goes?

Faith, with her face windburned from years of tending horses, took a deep breath of the strangely intoxicating air of the Darkmoon Faire. It was a carnival unlike any other, a whirlwind of fantastical sights and sounds that only arrived once a month. For Faith, a poor farmhand and pick-pocket, it was a rare indulgence. Every spare coin she'd scraped together over the past month went towards this one glorious day.

The cacophony washed over her – the barkers hawking their wares, the excited shrieks of children on rides that churned stomachs stronger than hers, the rhythmic clang of the Test Your Strength mallet. But Faith ignored them all, her sights set on the familiar red and white striped tent emblazoned with a picture of a grinning goblin holding a rifle. "Sharpshootin' Gallery!" the banner declared.

Faith grinned. This was her domain. Coin purses were her targets, not coyotes or hawks. She paid the gruff gnome at the entrance, the metallic clink echoing in her empty stomach. The smell of burnt gunpowder and warm leather greeted her as she entered the tent, a comforting familiarity. Here, her calloused hands weren't a liability, they were an asset, honed from years of wrangling stubborn steeds.

With practiced ease, she raised the heavy rifle, the weight a familiar friend in her grip. Unlike the spinning teacups or the plummeting freefall rides, here, skill mattered. Each shot found its mark, the satisfying ping of lead on metal a sweet melody. Faith emerged, a pouch of tickets heavy in her hand, a wide smile splitting her face.

The day was a blur of joyous chaos. She tossed hoops at goblins with questionable hygiene, narrowly missing a dunk tank that promised to soak a pompous-looking mage. The sweet, sticky scent of cotton candy mingled with the yeasty aroma of funnel cakes dusted with powdered sugar. Faith indulged in a fluffy pink cloud of cotton candy, the sugary treat melting on her tongue, a rare luxury.

As the day wore down, the sun sinking towards the horizon, casting long shadows across the Fairegrounds, Faith sighed contentedly. She wouldn't win any prizes for bravery – the Tilt-a-Whirl made her head spin – but the shooting gallery victories and the stolen treats filled her with a warmth that had nothing to do with the setting sun. Maybe next time, she thought, she'd skip the rides altogether and focus on the delectable delights of every vendor. After all, a gal could dream.

[godsfavoritedumpsterfire]

“To be a Christian means to forgive the inexcusable because God has forgiven the inexcusable in you.”

-C.S. Lewis

[theprinceofpeacesposts]

C.S. Lewis' quote "Life with God is not immunity from difficulties, but peace in difficulties" means that believing in God doesn't guarantee a problem-free life. Difficulties and challenges are still a part of the human experience.

Here's a breakdown of the meaning:

* Life with God: This refers to having faith and a relationship with God, however that's defined by the individual.

* Not immunity from difficulties: Difficulties are inevitable. Life throws curveballs, and even people of faith face hardship, loss, and suffering.

* Peace in difficulties: This is the key part. Faith can provide a sense of inner peace, even amidst challenges. It can offer:

* Strength and resilience: Belief can give you the courage to face difficulties and the hope to persevere.

* Acceptance: Faith can help you understand that suffering is part of life, and it may even have a purpose.

* Perspective: Belief can offer a larger perspective on life's troubles, reminding you that they're not the whole story.

So, the quote emphasizes that faith isn't a magic shield against problems. However, it can provide a source of strength, comfort, and peace as you navigate life's inevitable difficulties.

[youspeakshit]

re: lando norris, starbucks, F1 and boycotts

the first rule of Formula 1 is understanding these privileged men do not give a shit. they partake in the most elite sport there is, where only 20 people can do it at a time. it's a bubble of money and luxury they thrive whitin.

just don't put anyone on a pedestal or your hand on fire for any of them. not even the ones that seem like the good ones.

personally, I expect the bare minimum of no homophobia, no racism, no sexual misconduct or assault. but I do not expect them to care about world problems as strongly as we do. bc if all went to shits they will run to a safe mansion, and we'll be the ones left to survive.

embrace fandom and friendships, the fun of the races and the drama, sharing gifs and fics and edits, and put THAT above your favorite driver!

[w2soneshots]

Everyone’s faves -W2S

warnings: none.

summary: the internet talks about you, Harry, your relationship and your life.

notes: hey😚. I used Madison’s pics again because she has so many good ones😭. don’t forget to reblog, enjoy💝🫶🏼

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y/username: April dump!!! The sun, friends, bog, horses and beer🌤️😊💐

Tagged: @faithloisak @wroetoshaw

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faithloisak: you cutie

shannonlangdon: gorgeous girl🩷

y/nfanpage21: her life is so perfect + the 2nd pic🥹😭

user30793218: the last slide is so real

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faithloisak: my favourite people (and animals)💗

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y/username: PABLO!! My bestie🐴

-> faithloisak: haha he likes you more than me

behzingagram: ❤️❤️❤️

imogenhorton: you look beautiful!!🤩

user70125832: y/n and faith are the ultimate duo