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Miracles of Grace by Dr. Ronald Thorington

Witness the incredible power of God’s grace in transforming lives in “Miracles of Grace” by Dr. Ronald Thorington. Discover real-life stories of transformation as lives are changed from despair to hope and join the millions who have found new beginnings through divine intervention.

Be inspired by the life-changing impact of God’s grace. Grab a copy at www.diggingdeeperwithrevron.com.

[garden-of-thoughts-fruit-of-lips]

" Out of Line"

It's the person who's "out of line" who is always told to, "Get back in line!"

I'm "out of line," and the students tell me to, "Get back in line!" But I say, "No, " and I saw a smaller line, and they all seemed happy and stood out as different. They were dressed in school uniform. So I started making my way over there. And the teacher of the line I left came and asked me to, "Get back in line" and when I replied, "No", immediately that teacher took it to the principal and now the principal and teachers from my original class started threatening me in front of the students. Who were trying to scare me to get back in place. When I started to break down and cry, my original classmates and other students of that class said, "If you would have stayed in line, this wouldn't have happened to you!" Even with that being done, I kept making my way to the other line. Now, the teachers became furious, and bullies from that school approach me, telling me to turn around. Once again, I refused, so the principal gave a "signal" to the bullies, and they said, "Fine, you could go." As I turned and walked a couple steps further, they added by yelling, "This school dressed you! So we're taking your clothes from off your back!" They started ripping the clothes off of me in front of my classmates and other students. "Hahahaha," they would all laugh as I became naked. Once, I was stripped, and the students of that class noticed the scars and bruises on my naked body. The bullies moved aside so all could see, and I saw pointing, I heard whispering and laughing, and from the laughing crowd, words came out, "How long you had that there!" followed by more laughter. I even heard the ones that had pitty for me say, "If he would have only stayed." At that exact time, I got up from off the ground and turned my back against them

[thewordfortheday]

Go tell the wonderful things God has done for you! Mark 5:19

This is not a command just to the man who was delivered from demon-possession, but also a command to us! God is merciful! He has forgiven us, God has saved us through His Son Jesus Christ and He has given us eternal life. 

God has been good to us; He has been faithful to us until now. He has healed us, delivered us, protected us, provided for us...How can we not share this powerful message with others?

Prayer: O God, give my mouth the words to say, and a heart full of joy so that I can be effective in telling others what Jesus has done for me! In Jesus' name I ask for this grace. Amen.

[lesbiancolumbo]

newcomer to ur blog,, what would you say would be the top five pieces of media to view/consume/etc to understand your beautiful and deranged posting...

personally i think you should just rawdog it, but because you phrased this so hilariously, i am going to answer you genuinely:

1. columbo season two episode one entitled etude in black

2. sweet smell of success 1957 starring burt lancaster and tony curtis

3. this video of martin short doing a spit take on carson

4. this barry lyndon fancam set to a lot by 21 savage

5. all five seasons of the hit netflix series cobra kai

in that order.

[ho1ymermaid412]

For my whole life I know I was never taken seriously because I am a small woman and look super young for my age. However, since I’m leaving my first scientist job my coworkers and boss have been trying so hard to make me stay and are so sad I accepted a new job. They say I’m such a valuable asset to the company and the friendships here. This is my message to always be confident in your craft and be yourself, that’s how you earn respect.

[dc-said-bi-robin-rights]

“What are the major blood vessels that run through the neck called?” Slade asks, his back to Rose, his hands busy with operating the makeshift laboratory’s equipment. He did this sometimes, quizzed her on things she had already learnt, on the rare occasion that he runs out of super-soldier serum and doesn’t have the next batch ready yet. He says it’s to make sure her memories while on the serum and her memories while not on it don’t get jumbled; Rose suspects he just likes to make her obey him even when she isn’t chemically forced to.

Rose lifts her head, curtains of white hair falling over her face as she does so, and says nothing.

(A man had stood over her like this, once, and had screamed at her to cry. She hadn’t obeyed then. She’s not going to obey now).

Slade doesn’t quite turn around, but he does turn his head to the side so that he can look at her over his shoulder. “Don’t make me ask again.”

Her lips betray her before her conscious mind can stop them. “Carotids.”

Slade lets out a pleased hum. Rose tries not to retch and mostly fails, a flood of bile overflowing through the gap between her lips and running down the sides of her face to stain her bodysuit.

She can’t even wipe it away.

“How many are there?”

Not for the first time, Rose wishes that her hands were free so that she could rip out her own vocal chords before they betrayed her again. As it is, she closes her eyes—or rather, eye, singular, now—and slumps back against the radiator she is chained to, taking comfort in the way the sharp metal edges of the device dig into her back in a way that is uniquely real, and prepares for her body to betray her once again. “Two.”

“Where?”

“On either side.”

“Either side of what?”

“The neck.”

“Good girl.”

~~~

Unlike most people, Rose Wilson disliked late mornings.

It wasn’t that she thought there was anything wrong with waking up late—she wasn’t her father, she didn’t share the same gung ho military outlook on life that led him to live his life like a wannabe Spartan—it’s just that she liked the solitude early morning would bring. Those precious few hours in which everyone was asleep and she was unaccounted for were more precious to her than any of her meager belongings. Usually, she’d spend those precious hours on the roof, either going for an early morning swim in the rooftop pool or taking the opportunity to lounge about in the early morning California sunlight, but today she’d slept in a little longer than usual and didn’t have enough time to do either of those things before her teammates wake up, so she decides to just get herself a coffee and spend the time she does have scrolling mindlessly on her phone.

She would have done just that if she hadn’t walked into the kitchen to find her teammates sitting around the table, clear-eyed and awake and evidently waiting for her. The back of Rose’s palms starts itching, but she pushes her instinctual paranoia aside and leans against the doorframe, letting her one-eyed gaze sweep over the assembled heroes questioningly. None of them meet her gaze. Some rub their arms or scratch the back of their necks, but not one of them looks at Rose.

Ah, she thinks, feeling bitterness roil up from her stomach. This is it, then. The moment they finally kick her off the team for good. She’d been wondering when they would finally muster up the courage to just get it over with.

In any case, Rose isn’t about to make it easy for them by taking the hint and packing up her stuff like a good little bunny. If they want her off the team, they’re gonna have to look her in the eye and say that, she decides, doing her best to pretend her mouth doesn’t suddenly taste of bile.

With that in mind, she pushes away from the doorframe and walks up to the table, putting her hands on her hips and looking down at her teammates with narrowed eyes. “There a team meeting no one bothered to tell me about or something?”

Her teammates shy away from her gaze, all save for Tim, who is the only one with the courage to at least turn his head and look her in the eye. She thinks she could respect him for that, if he was anyone else, if this situation was anything but what it was.

Rose’s lip curls. “Well?”

Tim’s eyes slide to the empty chair to his left. “Sit down, Rose.”

She doesn’t move. “I’ll pass.”

Tim sighs, long and weary, like a suffering parent talking to a particularly obstinate teenager, and Rose think she’s never wanted to punch someone in the face as much as wants to punch him now. 

Perhaps sensing her rising hostility, Conner stands up and places a hand on her shoulder in a way that doesn’t feel placating at all.

“No one wants to make this any harder than it needs to be, Rose,” he says, his voice hard, and Rose wonders when he began to use his super-strength as an implicit threat. She shrugs her shoulder, trying to shake off his hand, but his grip simply tightens, his invulnerable fingers denting the scales of her armor under them. Rose exhales in pain and surprise and tries to shove him away, but he simply catches her hand and twists it behind her back painfully, forcing a pained grunt past her lips. Her free hand drops down to reach for a weapon, a flashbang, anything, but Conner grabs that arm as well and twists it behind her back next to its neighbor.

“What the—ow, fuck, let go of me!” Rose snarls, straining against his hold. “What the hell is the matter with you?!”

“I’m sorry, Rose,” Tim says, his face like stone. “But you forced us into this.”

Rose doesn’t understands until he reaches into his utility belt and pulls out a syringe dripping with a very familiar yellow liquid. Her eye widens in horror.

“You wouldn’t,” she says, her voice half gasp, half whisper.

“We invited you back because we needed your skillset, Rose.” Tim takes a step forward, and Rose almost dislocates her own shoulder trying to pull herself away. “But we don’t need you.”

Rose’s one eye sweeps desperately over the room, looking first at Eddie, who disappears in a puff of smoke without even looking at her once, and afterwards at Cassie. To her shock, the demigoddess keeps her gaze on the wooden wall of the cabin, shame coloring her face. She nods, even though Tim isn’t even looking in her direction. “Do it.”

Rose doesn’t even have time to feel the cold sting of betrayal before the syringe plunges down towards her neck. The last thing she sees before everything goes dark are the blurry faces of her teammates flitting around the edges of her vision, faces and mouths stretched into unnatural grins, her father’s laughter ringing in her ears as the cabin burns.

“Good girl,” he says, again and again, in between bouts of cackling. “Good girl. Good girl. Good girl. Good girl…”

Rose doesn’t exactly wake up screaming, but she does find herself sitting up in bed, breathing heavily, once her enhanced mind chases away the petrifying fog of terror that’s enveloped her senses. Pushing down the panic worming its way into her heart, she reaches for her phone and swipes a thumb across its surface to unlock it, quickly selecting the camera app and taking a picture of her own neck. She holds it up in the darkness of the room and tries to focus on her breathing. No marks. No bulging yellow veins, no round patch of dead skin, no pulsing muscles. Nothing.

Not that that means anything, Rose reminds herself sharply. After all, the first time her father drugged her the effects lasted for well over a week, more than enough time for the marks to disappear. She needs to go through her checks, needs to reestablish what reality is and isn’t, needs to-

“Rose?” She feels a hand settle on her shoulder, invisible thanks to her blind spot. “What’s wrong?”

Rose’s breath hitches and she blindly shoves away the person the hand belongs to, registering the shocked yelp she makes as she falls out of bed. Rose scoots backwards and turns her head so she can look at Cassie—Cassie who turned away, Cassie who let it happen—as looks up at her from where she’s fallen, tangled in a nest of sheets. “Hey, what the hell!?”

“Don’t touch me,” Rose snarls, kicking the covers away and scrambling to her feet, breathing hard, her mind whirling as it tries to separate nightmare from reality. Was she dosed with the serum and is only now snapping out of it? Was it all a horrible nightmare? Do they want her to think it was all just a horrible nightmare because they did drug her but ran out of serum halfway?

She’s being stupid (is she?).

Tim would never have done that (wouldn’t he?).

The team would never have let him (does she know that for sure?).

Cassie would stop it (what if she didn’t?).

Or… could this be the dream?

Maybe she’s back with her father. Maybe she never escaped. Maybe all of this is just an induced hallucination, created to ensure her mind remains dormant while her father uses her—uses her body— as he sees fit. He knows people who could do it. Telepaths, supervillains who specialize in mind control, scientists, hypnotists…

Maybe she imagined Dick. Maybe there were never any Titans. Maybe the real Cassie has never even met her. Maybe the past years have all been a figment of her imagination. Maybe she’s alone in that stupid cabin in the middle of fucking nowhere with only him for company and she doesn’t even know it.

“… Babe, what’s wrong?”

Rose blinks. Cassie is standing in front of her now, her gaze having softened, her hand hanging in the air as if she’d reached for Rose again but thought better of it. And Rose…

She wants this to be real. She wants it to be over.

“Babe?” Cassie asks again, moving her hand forward but stopping just before palming her cheek. Asking for permission.

Rose turns her head and takes a shaky breath, trying not to think about the fact that her father never asked for permission for anything. No, she says without saying anything, and half expects the world to collapse then and there.

It doesn’t.

“Okay.” Cassie lowers her hand and takes a step back. “Sure. Whatever you want.”

Rose takes another heavy breath and moves to sit down on the edge of the bed, pushing her hair back with one hand and sighing. Cassie sits down as well, and Rose finds herself leaning into her without really meaning to. Cassie, taking that as assent, begins rubbing calming circles into the small of her back.

“I get it,” Cassie says after some time.

“No, you don’t,” Rose says, but doesn’t move away. “None of you ever did.”

They stay like that for some time, neither saying a word. The only sound Rose hears by the time they both go back to sleep is the sound of her father’s laughter still ringing in her ears.

[withinsight-motivation]

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[writertoselfpublishedauthor]

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[marnz]

hi! just wanted to let you know on this labor day that I've been following you since I was a teenager (now mid 20s) and it was thanks to your blog that I first started to learn about the importance of unions! so thanks for that! 😅🫶

🥹 anon this made me so happy!! thank you so much for telling me!! i hope you have a wonderful day 💖

[poetcyndi]

NOT FORGETTEN

As I listened to “Amara Onyewem ft Pastor Jerry Eze,” the song resonated deeply within me, serving as a powerful reminder of God’s faithfulness in my life. It’s easy to feel overwhelmed when circumstances and situations threaten our peace and faith. However, in those moments, I am challenged to hold onto my faith, knowing that God is always in control. He sees and hears us, even in our most…

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Miracles of Grace: Understanding and Experiencing God's Grace by Dr. Ronald Thorington

Seeking to deepen your faith in God and become a follower of Jesus? “Miracles of Grace” by Dr. Ronald Thorington unlocks the transformative power of God’s grace and reveals the hope that is available to all who seek it. This book also offers in-depth Bible study and shares inspiring testimonies.

Become a trophy of God’s grace. Grab a copy today at www.diggingdeeperwithrevron.com.

[alkalinefrog]

You are my new public enemy number one right now. I read that one hijack fanfic where Jack and Jamie traveled back in time to hiccup you kept drawing art for and I was sobbing?????? Excuse you???? Who gave you the right???? I was full on sobbing with tears for a hot minute. Very rude of you honestly 😤 I expect my therapy bill to be paid by you and the author

SOBBING 😭

Honestly though fantastic art would not have found the fic otherwise. I haven’t read good shit like that in a hot minute.

BAHAHAHAHAHAA ALWAYS LOVE WHEN THIS HAPPENS 🤩 I’m so glad you enjoyed the art and fic ahhh!! I’m so sorry, I’m already in debt for my own therapy bill after reading it too LOL. Feel free to hang around here and the hijack fandom as a consolation prize! Thanks for swinging by dude!!

[thewordfortheday]

Near death experience

[skubic]

“Once when asked if he believed in God and to which religion does he belong, he answered: "In my heart I am deeply religious, though not in the orthodox sense of that word”

- N. Tesla

[xtrishacrisrn]

Hey, it’s been a while

Life lately has been so interesting. Before I even started composing this post I had went through my previous blog posts. I admire the 2017-2018 me, I was so inspired and it was so beautiful. I was all fired up with things and testimonies in front of me. I do miss those days, it’s bittersweet but I am extremely grateful that I had gone through that phase of my life. 

Looking back..

2019, I graduated with my Nursing degree and passed the board exams. Best day of my life. My smile everyday was ear to ear, seeing my folks so happy made me so happy too. I have always wanted to make them proud. I may not be the perfect daughter nor I don’t have the most perfect family, but I swear I love them unto the ends of the earth. I love my family (including friends) so much -- they have been there for me. They’ve witnessed all of my ups and downs. I thank God everyday for introducing me to such wonderful people. 

Same year, I had to go back to the US after graduating college. I needed to move to a new town which is in Tucson, Arizona (desert life). Basically starting from scratch, which I don’t mind. I always look back and reflect to what my Dad has instilled in me which is facing every obstacle and waves life may give me -- it shall pass.

I’ve started working in a hardware. Can you believe it? What do I know about handyman stuff? I had my professional hard earned degree with me, but I had to swallow my pride and start somewhere. There was a love and hate relationship with that job. Whenever I encounter customers wearing scrubs, I tend to get envious and inspired thinking that someday that will be me too... as I assemble wheelbarrows and load bird food to their cars. It was a fun and cool job after all. I love the people whom I’ve worked it. I hope they’re doing good, they’re amazing creatures. 

2020, this year is also an interesting one, pandemic hit the whole world. I had to quit my hardware job because of the fear of getting sick and transmitting it to my folks who are of advanced age. I didn’t mind being unemployed because at the same time I was studying for my NCLEX and not even paying rent yet. It took less pressure off of my schedule, but I was also losing money. Then I’ve decided to look for another job which was being a Rehab Nurse Tech. Like finally, a healthcare related job. Humble beginnings of my nursing life. Since it was a hospital job + pandemic, I needed to move out of my parent’s house. I’ve found this pretty one bedroom apartment unit which was 50 steps away from my mom which was awesome. The tech job was a challenge, I never worked night shift -- I did this to be able to afford rent and bills. Gladly, I survived and same year I passed my NCLEX! 

2021, I landed to the my first hospital job working as a Registered Nurse. It’s such a privilege having this job. We get to meet different types of people coming in and out of the hospital. I was still working night shift, in which I got tired of eventually. I can definitely say that this profession is my calling. I am so thankful for having the gift and blessing of having so much patience, being so understanding, and always being so compassionate. It fulfills me to be able to help other people during their most vulnerable times. Nursing has a good team, I love my coworkers and the diversity that we formed. 

After all of these, I know that at the end of the day I’m just not a “nurse” that some people identify me and asks me weird things. I don’t mind sharing, but I know that there is much more beyond who I am. I love who I am. I love writing -- in my other life I would be that journalist/writer who just loves to write until she’s tired and out of ideas. I love inspiring people. I love giving them hope and share that there is so much more for us to learn. We are all students for life. I am extremely grateful to the people who has been helping me and had contributed to mold me become a much more wiser person. I am so eager to inspire most of you. You are great, you have so much to do in this world. Enjoy the winding and fun journey of the so-called “life”