#sustaining grace

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Grace to Forgive

GraceGrace cannot be earned; it is something that is freely givenForgiveReady and willing to forgive Colossians 4:2-6 Further Instructions2Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful. 3And pray for us, too, that God may open a door for our message, so that we may proclaim the mystery of Christ, for which I am in chains. 4Pray that I may proclaim it clearly, as I should. 5Be wise in…

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Grace Sustains: Nurturing Hope and Joy in Every Moment

Dear God, I need your grace to start the day. In every moment and every way. With every action that I take; Each decision I must make. I’m lost without you all day long. Please guide the way, I’ll tag along. Following your exalted lead Your word’s your bond on which I feed. I need your grace in work and play. For every breath along the way. Your grace sustains me. Enables…

[myremnantarmy]

"𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘦..."

[feyosha]

Neither Graced nor Condemned but a secret, third thing (Outside The Plan)

[jomiddlemarch]

All gas no brakes

“Go ahead and say I told you so,” Grace muttered, not under her breath per se, but not exactly over it. The snark engendered by the toggle between acute pain and acute embarrassment occupied its own undefinable level, like being in-between floors on an elevator. “Or whatever the equivalent laconic verbalization you’d prefer in its place. You can grunt it.”

“That gonna make you feel better, darlin’?” Joel said, instead of I-told-you-so. Or grunting. He used a regular voice, didn’t sound put out at all, even though it was plenty of extra work for him, what he was doing, drawing the well-water, heating it, and filling the basin, then carrying it all into the sitting room where she’d deposited herself like the proverbial sack of potatoes. 

“Maybe,” Grace said. She sounded more like a peevish teenager than Ellie did most of the time. Perimenopause was a bitch and she wasn’t even considering the lack of any Korean skincare products.

“I doubt it,” Joel replied. He didn’t grin but there was a gleam in his eyes that meant the same thing. “Put your feet in here. It’ll feel almost too hot for a little while, then good. When it’s cold, I’ll get some more hot water and add some salt, then I got some of that salve for after—”

“It’s just blisters,” Grace said, hissing as she put her feet into the hot water that did feel almost too hot and then wonderful. “My own stupid fault, I shouldn’t have worn those boots, not with those socks. You’d’ve thought I’d learn by now.”

“You’ve learned plenty,” he said. “Ain’t you a doctor?”

“You wouldn’t think it,” Grace said, making a gesture towards her feet, obscured somewhat by the water. The worst of the blisters were hard to see at this angle, but she’d done a number on herself.

“Yeah, I would. You ignored feelin’ like shit and kept hikin’ for another four miles to get those drugs,” he said.

“We need them,” she said. 

“I know,” he said. “Coulda waited—”

“You don’t know that,” Grace retorted. There weren’t many other scavengers around it seemed, but all it would take was one canny enough to take the meds, and she’d be shit out of luck. She was already pressing said luck in her generous interpretation of expiration dates.

“All I’m sayin’ is, don’t beat yourself up for blistering your feet bloody ‘cause you were gettin’ medical supplies,” Joel said. “Bad enough I won’t be able to give you a foot massage for at least two weeks.”

Grace closed her eyes in a mixture of defeat and dismay. Joel was good in bed but absolute magic when it came to a foot massage.

“This never would’ve happened Before,” she said. Joel sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders, inviting her to snuggle without actually crowding her. She leaned in, careful not to move her feet very much and make the water slosh onto the floor. His flannel shirt smelled of woodsmoke, but underneath was just the scent of his skin. She wouldn’t have recognized it Before.

“I dunno,” he said.

“I was not a hiker Before. And I didn’t have time or money to go on lengthy European vacations traipsing around cobblestoned cities,” she said. “I wore clogs to the hospital. You don’t get blisters in fucking clogs. Not Danskos, anyway.”

“Fine, you wouldn’t’ve been a hiker. Still might’ve walked too long sometime in the wrong shoes,” he said.

“Yeah?”

“You would’ve done that thing where people knock doors in an election maybe, if you felt like your patients were in danger, if they needed you—”

“Canvassing,” Grace said. It was a word from another world, one with bumper stickers and artfully constructed logos and seasonally flavored coffee drinks at Starbucks. They still had pumpkins now but they were the entrée, not the seasoning.

“Yeah. And maybe you’d wear the wrong sneakers for it, but you wouldn’t say anything, not ‘til you came home,” he said. Grace canted her neck in a way ill-advised for someone who’d left forty in the dust, and looked at Joel’s face, his dark eyes, the curve of his lips as he told her a story of a memory they’d never made and never would, except for this moment when they shared the imagination of it.

“You’d be waiting for me at home?” she said.

“Yeah, Gracie. We’d have found each other any which way,” he said. She didn’t really believe it but Joel did and that, like the hot water and the warmth of his shoulder against her cheek, was enough.

For @tessa-quayle and she knows why. Canvassing is so important but any kind of volunteering is critical in these last few days. Pedro Pascal did a phonebook last week. LFG!

[ef-1]

👍!

just submitted a major law assignment, it's literally all I've worked for the last 12 days. I've been sleeping an average of 3-4 hours a day. I keep forgetting to reply to people. I feel like I'm astral projecting (derogatory) I feel like my body is untethered to my mind. I'm so tired but I can't sleep. I feel like a horse. I've also had enough coffee to kill multiple mormon towns. I wanna clean my room but I also want to lie motionless on floor for a couple of days. I want tomato juice. I want to listen to lana. I want to have more water. I want to fight a bear. I want to sit in the rain.

[zukkaoru]

just realized all three kunichuuzai fics in the nonbinary chuuya tag are mine.. guys i'm starving out here someone help

[just-a-cup-of-anxietea]

Ya girl graduated with her Master’s Certificate in Sustainable Design! 🎉🎉

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

How Lonely Lies the City

1 How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people! how is she become as a widow! she that was great among the nations, and princess among the provinces, how is she become tributary!

2 She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks: among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her: all her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they are become her enemies.

3 Judah is gone into captivity because of affliction, and because of great servitude: she dwelleth among the heathen, she findeth no rest: all her persecutors overtook her between the straits.

4 The ways of Zion do mourn, because none come to the solemn feasts: all her gates are desolate: her priests sigh, her virgins are afflicted, and she is in bitterness.

5 Her adversaries are the chief, her enemies prosper; for the Lord hath afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions: her children are gone into captivity before the enemy.

6 And from the daughter of Zion all her beauty is departed: her princes are become like harts that find no pasture, and they are gone without strength before the pursuer.

7 Jerusalem remembered in the days of her affliction and of her miseries all her pleasant things that she had in the days of old, when her people fell into the hand of the enemy, and none did help her: the adversaries saw her, and did mock at her sabbaths.

8 Jerusalem hath grievously sinned; therefore she is removed: all that honoured her despise her, because they have seen her nakedness: yea, she sigheth, and turneth backward.

9 Her filthiness is in her skirts; she remembereth not her last end; therefore she came down wonderfully: she had no comforter. O Lord, behold my affliction: for the enemy hath magnified himself.

10 The adversary hath spread out his hand upon all her pleasant things: for she hath seen that the heathen entered into her sanctuary, whom thou didst command that they should not enter into thy congregation.

11 All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their pleasant things for meat to relieve the soul: see, O Lord, and consider; for I am become vile.

12 Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the Lord hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.

13 From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.

14 The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are wreathed, and come up upon my neck: he hath made my strength to fall, the Lord hath delivered me into their hands, from whom I am not able to rise up.

15 The Lord hath trodden under foot all my mighty men in the midst of me: he hath called an assembly against me to crush my young men: the Lord hath trodden the virgin, the daughter of Judah, as in a winepress.

16 For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.

17 Zion spreadeth forth her hands, and there is none to comfort her: the Lord hath commanded concerning Jacob, that his adversaries should be round about him: Jerusalem is as a menstruous woman among them.

18 The Lord is righteous; for I have rebelled against his commandment: hear, I pray you, all people, and behold my sorrow: my virgins and my young men are gone into captivity.

19 I called for my lovers, but they deceived me: my priests and mine elders gave up the ghost in the city, while they sought their meat to relieve their souls.

20 Behold, O Lord; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.

21 They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day that thou hast called, and they shall be like unto me.

22 Let all their wickedness come before thee; and do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint. — Lamentations 1 | King James Version (KJV) The King James Version Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Genesis 3:7; Exodus 9:27; Leviticus 26:36; Deuteronomy 23:3; Deuteronomy 32:25; Deuteronomy 32:29; 1 Samuel 30:12; 1 Kings 4:21; 2 Kings 25:4-5; Nehemiah 4:4-5; Job 19:6; Job 19:13-14; Psalm 35:15; Psalm 42:4; Psalm 69:20; Psalm 88:16; Psalm 90:7-8; Proverbs 5:22; Isaiah 3:26; Jeremiah 4:30-31; Revelation 14:20

[caliconimbus]

Hey bestie <3

Glad you’re having fun lmao :3c

[britneyshakespeare]

people who don't know fucking shit about adderall oughtta keep their fucking mouths shut about adderall

[vvienne]

in some nebulous post canon where no one I like dies I want a fic where like. In an attempt to establish that he’s not as grossly possessive of james as sarcean was of anharion will is like yeah I totally wouldn’t mind if james wanted to fuck someone else... i could be flexible like that. cue disbelieving side eyes but for some bullshit reason this blatant lie is put to the test and the ot4 has to be consummated….. will and violet & will and cyprian have no chemistry to me sexually but every other configuration would maybe work? james and cyprian can have miserable pseudo-incestous last of their kind sex. violet and james can have weird slantways sex where they are both acutely aware of being will's creatures. i think this would be cathartic to them. will can seethe in the corner while desperately trying to hide how worked up and jealous he feels until he figures out some way to get over it and into it

[myremnantarmy]

𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮, 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘰 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

[normalbrothers]

He seems to be emotionally affected more than the others by certain events; examples would be his breaking down about John’s death, and later when he thinks Tommy is dying too, whereas Tommy is a lot more held together in both scenes,

it's interesting when people point these things out, yet don't consider that this dynamic goes two ways. tommy is not more put together, because he's less affected, but if arthur breaks down he *can't*: one of them has to be functional in these situations - and since arthur rarely makes the effort to be the functional one (unless we talk about that one time where charlie was abducted), it's usually tommy who has to compensate for it.

[gmworking]

The Human GRACE - 5 Simple Steps for Sustainable Success

🌍🏆 Uncover the path to Sustainable Success with "The Human GRACE"! 🚀🌱 This inspiring video reveals 5 simple steps to achieve personal and professional greatness while preserving our planet 🌿🌎. 🌟 Don't miss this opportunity to grow, connect, and leave a positive impact! ♻️🤝

[subtlesolitude-tailoredtaste]

😂📿🧿

“That’s why high school, or a crappy job, or any other restrictive circumstance can be dangerous: They make dreams too painful to bear. To avoid longing, we hunker down, wait, and resolve to just survive. Great art becomes a reminder of the art you want to be making, and of the gigantic world outside of your small, seemingly inescapable one. We hide from great things because they inspire us, and in this state, inspiration hurts.”

— One of the best articles I’ve ever read. Rookie Mag. By Spencer Tweedy. (via wildyork)