#righteousness peace and joy

[christianotome]

“For the kingdom of God is not a matter of eating and drinking, but of righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit,” (Romans 14:17)

[margindoodles2407]

"Hark the Herald Angels Sing" specifically for that final verse

I mean

"Christ by highest Heaven adored/Christ the Everlasting Lord"?

"Late in time behold Him come/Offspring of the virgin's womb"??

"MILD HE LAYS HIS GLORY BY/BORN THAT MAN NO MORE MAY DIE/BORN TO RAISE US SONS OF EARTH/BORN TO GIVE US SECOND BIRTH"???!!??!?!?!?!??!

I MEAN?????!!??

[fearlesswriterblog]

Advent Day 16, The Perfect Defense

Today’s Advent passage comes from Ephesians 6:10-17. Paul advises us as believers to be ready by putting on God’s armor as it will help us stand when things get hard, when we are under attack from the evil one, or when we feel weak and unfocused in our faith. Do any of those conditions describe how you are feeling this holiday season? Are you going through tough times? Is money in short supply?…

[faithcampaigner]

Comprehending Kingdom Mysteries

Life unfolds through the power of understanding. Key_In����

Matthew 13:11-12 He answered and said unto them, Because it is given unto you to know the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it is not given. For whosoever hath, to him shall be given, and he shall have more abundance: but whosoever hath not, from him shall be taken away even that he hath.Mark 4:11And he said unto them, Unto you it is given to know the mystery of the kingdom of God:…

[cbooogie]

[tom4jc]

November 7, 2024 Give Thanks

[talkswithgod]

What I want...

"If you want something you have to make yourself worthy of it"

I want a good relationship with God. I can never be truly worthy of Him but he accepts me and His son died for me to have the opportunity to have a connection with Him.

What I can do is try my best to live in His son's footsteps. To be a righteous person and honor Him.

[biblebloodhound]

Persecuted (Acts 8:1b-8)

Suffering can be tolerated, even embraced, whenever we are aware that it can lead us to peace and joy – both personally and communally.

A scene from the movie, “Paul, Apostle of Christ,” in which Saul sought to wipe out Christians beginning with the stoning of Stephen On that day a great persecution broke out against the church in Jerusalem, and all except the apostles were scattered throughout Judea and Samaria. Godly men buried Stephen and mourned deeply for him. But Saul began to destroy the church. Going from house to house,…

[agreenroad]

100 Bible Verses About Kingdom Of God

John 18:36  Jesus answered, “My kingdom is not of this world. If my kingdom were of this world, my servants would have been fighting, that I might not be delivered over to the Jews. But my kingdom is not from the world.” Romans 14:17   For the kingdom of God is not a matter of eating and drinking but of righteousness and peace and joy in the Holy Spirit. Matthew 16:19  I will give you the…

[macintaministries]

Your Cut In A Kingdom

[yieldfruit]

there is joy, peace, a reward in obedience.

And the effect of righteousness will be peace, and the result of righteousness, quietness and trust forever. Isaiah 32:17

[mooniedust]

CHO HYUN-JU BOT/PROMPT

Plot: You struggles with years of abuse, religious repression, and internalized homophobia while grappling with accepting Hyun-ju's kindness.

TW: Physical/emotional abuse, religious trauma, internalized homophobia, self-harm (implied).

Note: I truly believe that sexuality and/or gender are not illnesses, and they cannot be "cured" by faith or prayer. You are exactly who you're meant to be, we are and there is nothing more beautiful than feeling at peace and loved in your own skin. Take gentle care of yourselves, and always make sure you're safe and surrounded by peolpe who care for you.

With all my heart,

Moon Dust.

Crimson. The color seeps through your mind, thick and relentless, clinging to every fragment of thought. Blood. Warm, heavy, unyielding—a constant presence staining the fragile veneer of your composure. The word echoes mercilessly, a relentless drumbeat pounding in your chest. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.

There was a time when the world gleamed in hues of gold, soft and comforting, a light so tender it seemed eternal. Childhood wrapped itself around you like a sanctuary, where nothing sharp could pierce the illusion of safety. The mornings glowed with quiet joy, your laughter woven into the fabric of sunny days. Evenings hummed with whispered prayers, woven with your family’s quiet pride in their perfect child—the one who never questioned, only obeyed, smiled shyly, and tried desperately to be enough.

You were the pride of the family.

Honor thy father and mother.

It wasn’t just a commandment. It was a weight pressing into your chest, an unyielding mandate demanding your complete surrender. Accept. Obey. Submit. Carve yourself into the shape they desired. Always. But growing up felt like being thrust into an abyss—a hollow space devoid of answers or comfort, filled only with echoes of your silent pleas. The golden light dimmed, giving way to shadows that suffocated every breath of certainty you had clung to.

Prayers whispered in the still of night became blades, slicing away at who you thought you were. Scripture etched itself into your skin, each word a reminder that you were flawed, broken, unworthy. While others bore purity, you carried a festering wound where righteousness should have bloomed.

Then the blood came, warm and sticky against your trembling hands. It wasn’t the sting of the blade that cut deepest—it was her gaze as she found you. Your mother’s eyes, heavy with disappointment yet softened by weary determination, traced every crimson line with precision. Her hands were steady, cleaning the evidence of your supposed transgression.

“God loves you, dear. He heals everything,” she murmured, her voice too gentle to be comforting. The words twisted like thorns around your heart. Each syllable etched itself into your skin, a quiet plea for redemption you couldn’t grant. The kiss she pressed to your forehead felt hollow, an attempt to wash away what she refused to understand.

Your father never kissed. His hands folded in prayer before each blow, his faith unwavering even as the sting of his discipline left marks you carried long after the bruises faded.

Wrong. Corrupted. A mistake.

The prayers twisted into the sobs caught in your throat, a desperate symphony of guilt and self-loathing. You begged for forgiveness for the crime of existence, for the cracks spreading inside your chest. But the void remained, gnawing at the edges of your being, endless and unyielding.

Then Hyun-ju’s voice cut through the chaos like a thread of light.

“Are you okay?”

Soft yet steady, her words sliced through your unraveling. Your body froze, hands trembling around the cold weight of the blade—the only thing that felt solid in a world disintegrating around you. Her presence anchored you, though your mind recoiled from the warmth she radiated.

Her green uniform bore splatters of red, a stark contrast against its muted tone. Blood. Always red. Her eyes, filled with concern, searched yours, seeking something you couldn’t give. You couldn’t hold her gaze—not with the crimson shame still fresh against your skin.

Hyun-ju stepped closer, cautious yet unwavering. Her touch lingered between resolve and hesitation, as though bracing for your fragile frame to collapse beneath it. Slowly, she guided you away—from the chaos, from the noise, from the weight of judgment pressing against your ribs.

“May I?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The simplicity of her question cracked something deep inside you. You nodded because words were impossible, the knot in your throat tightening with every breath.

Cold water met your skin as she cleaned away the blood, each touch a reminder of tenderness foreign to your battered soul. Her hands moved with a gentleness that stung far more than pain ever could. You flinched instinctively, body rejecting the care it had never learned to accept.

But Hyun-ju didn’t pull back.

Her gaze never wavered, and for a fleeting moment, your eyes met. In that raw exchange, something ignited—an aching collision of desire and shame, burning through every defense you had built. It consumed rationality, stripping you bare to emotions you dared not name.

You tore your gaze away. You couldn’t face it. You couldn’t acknowledge what it meant.

Submit. Be good. Be perfect.

But her touch defied condemnation. It was life itself—fragile, fierce, and unyielding. And for the first time, a scream clawed its way to the surface. Not born of pain, but of the cruel realization that tenderness existed when you had never learned how to hold it.

Because in her hands, you were something fragile and untamed, and once again, your skin stars to burn.

[thewordfortheday]

I think we all need undisturbed places of dwelling where there is peace and rest. We all need a place where there is love, peace and safety. I love that our God cares about seeing us in peaceful dwelling places and secure homes. He knows we need such a place more than anything. In Isaiah 32:18 the LORD says, “My people will live in peaceful dwelling places, in secure homes, in undisturbed places of rest.” 

Even if your house is unimpressive, very middle class and ordinary, if Jesus is given preeminence, it becomes a home where there's righteousness, love, joy and peace. 

Prayer: Dear Lord, thank You for the secure homes and peaceful dwelling places You have blessed us with. Though my home may not be great or grand, I am thankful that Your presence is here, granting us peace and rest. I pray that You will be the center of my home, and bring peace, joy, love and security. In Jesus’ Name, Amen

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

I know Aylin is The Character for me because she gives me so much of that classic inner conflict. On one hand, I love seeing her righteously, blazingly angry and obliterating shitty dudes left and right. When she goes into full angel of vengeance mode delivering the wrath of the heavens my heart flutters, even when it visibly stops bringing her joy and satisfaction and denies her yearned-for peace. I am intensely eye emoji-ing at her at all times because I want to see her react to things in a million ways and cope with things and ineffectually bury things 100 feet deep. My craving to put her in Situations is unbearable.

On the other hand, though, I want her to go on a decades-long honeymoon with the wife where nothing bad even approaches her awareness, she is endlessly loved and pampered, and experiences only gentleness and care.

The struggle is endless but beautiful.

[tatesalive]

"O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory above the heavens." Psalm 8:1 ESV 🌍👑🌟✞"

Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!" Luke 2:14 ESV 🌍🕊️🫶 ✞

I remember my first Christmas with You,

filled with new joy, reading my first Bible on Christmas Eve.

Your Word coming into my soul, breathing life into me.

Now I look back on my one year of being alive in You.

Even when the rain pours out its hardships, You'll never leave.

O' how grateful I am that, Jesus, You'll be with me

You'll abide in me as I in You.

You came all the way to Your Earth so humble,

clothed in swaddling cloth, glory, righteousness, and true love.

God's life that He would suffer for us, more than the eye could see-

You came to save the sinner's soul from stumble.

O' how I look at Your glory set above the heavens,

wishing You were here, but realising that You always have been.

You cause all sin, evil, and the darkness of this fallen world to tumble.

Now everyone from across the depths of the earth, can sing:

"Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty,

Who was and is and is to come" ♫

O' the new life, salvation, peace and joy You bring.

Let us praise and honor Your name forever nightly

and daily, seeing the radiance of God's glory has shone

into our lives with the life, fullness, flourishment and growth of a new Spring.

Thank You, LORD, for our Savior for eternity.

He will live with us forever, We must make His glory known.

A poem that the Holy Spirit helped me write for Christmas, hoping it helps you and that everyone has a joyful day in remembering our Saviour, Christ Jesus' birth, thank You 🌿YHWH🌿. 📃🕊️❤️‍🩹✞

Bible References: Revelation 4:8, Luke 2:7, Hebrews 1:3 & John 15:4 📄👑✞

[faithfullyfound]

What Does It Mean to Be Blessed?

Our savior Jesus came to this Earth to die. He was born to die, for me, for you, for everyone. John 15:13 states, "There is no greater love than to lay down one's life for his friends."

As I've grown more into my faith I realize that Jesus wants us to be best friends he's pursuing my heart and it is me who always distances myself, cancels, and pushes him off. But Jesus the Son of Man wants to be my friend. This in itself is the foundation of my faith, and my relationship with Christ, and it is such a blessing.

Matthew 5:3-10 highlights the Beatitudes and who is truly blessed on earth.

“Blessed are the poor in spirit,     for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those who mourn,     for they will be comforted. Blessed are the meek,     for they will inherit the earth. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,     for they will be filled. Blessed are the merciful,     for they will be shown mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart,     for they will see God. Blessed are the peacemakers,     for they will be called children of God.  Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,     for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

Our world says that those who are rich, powerful, beautiful, etc. are the ones who are blessed. Even those who commit heinous acts are seen as blessed by some because of the money they've obtained through this lifestyle. But that is not what it means to be blessed. Being blessed is the ability to know Jesus. Because it is through knowing him that we know what true joy, love, and fulfillment is. In him, our own selfish ambition decreases and our love for others increases.

That is why I think as a Christian it is imperative that we are activists as well and fight for what we know is just and right. Jesus died so that we would know true justice and peace. That is why it angers me when I see Christians who do not care about politics, global and domestic injustice, the poor etc. Right now the Supreme Court ruled that it is okay for cities to ban homeless people from sleeping outside. Many injustices have crept into our society and I urge us as believers to fight for those most vulnerable in society. To vote, educate ourselves, and act as Jesus would. We must fight for our neighbors who Jesus calls us to love.

I pray that as we move forward we become more aware of what Jesus wants us to do in order to help those around us in love. I pray that you know how blessed you are because Jesus loves you more than you can imagine. Amen