#trusting in god

[golden-gospel-poet]

His love cannot be shaken and is unfailing for any believer,

His love lifts up both the giver and the receiver. 🌄

[truths33k3r4]

CHAPTER 25 - Grieving Cadence

The room burst with chaotic energy in a matter of milliseconds as Leo ran into the dojo to grab his twin katanas. For a normal person, such a stressful situation would leave the barer with a scrambled mind, floundering through the room and tripping over themselves as they try to process what just happened.

But Leo has never been normal. His eyes remained focused as his feet ran with purpose and will. His expression had gone into full ‘ Leader Mode ‘, leaving behind any traces of ‘ teenager ‘. His ‘oldest brother’ side still shone brightly, but it mirrored the image of a stoplight; Flashing and pulsing with warnings of danger, and no warmth in its vibrant hue.

When Leo sprinted back into the Living Room, Mikey could see the panic shrinking his pupils. The eldest was still very much aware of his surroundings, and was even still forcing a steady heartbeat. But his eyes gave away the facade the leader always carried.

Without thinking, Mikey flung the afghan off his legs and pushed himself off the couch, dropping the bag of frozen broccoli to the floor with a crunch.

He made it about two steps before the adrenaline rushing through his body slightly dissipated, allowing a tightening pressure coiling around his right ankle like a boa constrictor squeezing its prey. With a piercing screech, the youngest fell onto the floor holding his leg tightly to his chest.

Well…. That was stupid. He mentally groaned.

“ MICHELANGELO HANTEN! “ Yelled the leader, whom was quickly rushing up to the side of his once again fallen brother.

Ok…. Now I’m dead.

Leo grabbed Mikey’s shoulders and raised him up off the floor, then slid his arm around the youngest’s waist while leading him back to the couch.

“ Mikey I don’t have time for this- “ the leader rushed, nearly dropping Mikey haphazardly onto the cushions, “Just… Just stay here- I’ll be back as soon as I can- “

“ - No way, dude! You are not leavin’ me here like some cripple- I’m coming with. They’re my brothers too! “

To enforce his statement, Mikey pulled off the afghan Leo just placed back on his legs, and began sliding off the cushions again. This action was met with a silent but DEADLY whack from his brother’s calloused hand to Mikey’s right knee.

“ No, Mikey. “ The oldest solemnly stated as the youngest groaned from the impact, “ You are staying HERE. “

After the brotherly-inflicted pain faded in his knee, Mikey raised his head in defiance at the leader.

“ I’m.. coming.. You can’t stop me, Leo. “ Mikey tried very hard to sound as tough as he could, while still also struggling under the intensifying ache in his ankle. It didn’t come out as a pathetic squeak, so he’ll call it a win in his book.

The eldest’s eyes sparked as a war was fought between feelings of annoyance and respect for his little brother. Mikey watched as Leo sank deep into thought, probably trying to think of a plan to get Mikey off his back so he could go search for their missing brothers.

Leo growled as he reached for the built in power panel and clicked one of its many buttons, finally ending the horrible cacophony of the panic alarm.

“ - I can’t THINK with all this noise.. “ Leo grumbled as he rubbed his fingers into his temples.

As the leader tried to make a plan, Mikey was also attempting to figure a solution to his problem.

How bad does it REALLY hurt-

He tried to wiggle his foot, but abruptly stopped the motion as the ache returned with a vengeance. He was VERY lucky that the only noise that escaped him was a low rumbly hum. Had he shouted, groaned, or yelped again, Leo would have had him in his arms and off to bed in a second.

Alright, maybe I shouldn’t walk just yet… OW.

Mikey let out his own quiet growl as he could hear the grandfather clock tick away in Sensei’s Study.

They were running out of time.

The panic button carried a graven heaviness to it. One of the reasons the alarm’s song was so frightening to Leo and him was the fact that they’d never heard it before. Don had only just installed it on the day that Master Splinter finally allowed the brothers to go to the surface on their own. That was like two weeks ago.

Mikey slowly turned to look at his leader.

Leo’s expression finally revealed the torment running rampant through his mind, as he grew more and more tense with each failed phone call to his lost brothers. Mikey could hear the annoyed sound of Raph’s voice as his message played again and again in Leo’s ear.

‘ “ How does this stupid thing work…….what- what do you mean it’s already recording?! GRRRR DON SHOW ME HOW TO WORK THIS PIECE OF- [ BEEP ] “ ‘

When Raph first recorded his answering machine message, the brothers would all burst into laughter whenever he missed their calls. But now, Leo only grimaced and shrank at the harsh sounds of his fiery brother, almost as if the recording was taunting him.

REMINDING him.

“ Come on.. COME ON. “ The eldest bit his lip as he tried for Don’s cell again. With each failed call his mind became more and more unclear, as his voice was failing to conceal his shame and anger, his sadness… and his regret.

‘ “ Sorry, this is Donatello Hamato, I’m not at the phone right now, please leave a message, and if I have time I might call you back. [ BEEP ] “ ‘

“ - GRRRAHHH!! “

Leo raised his phone as if he were about to throw it into the ground, his arm stretched and taught like a band on a slingshot. Just as he looked like he was about to throw it with all the force he could muster, his arms went limp to his sides as he lost the battle to hold back his tears. The leader in blue, the one with the plan, the one who should never fail his family, fell down on his knees and began….

.. to pray.

Mikey could barely hear his brother as the oldest’s voice clashed and strained from the guilt and shame that swirled in his heart. The youngest could make out a few words through the chokes and sobs, the most used being “ please” and “ help them”… But the rest was grief-stricken gibberish that only God Himself was able to understand.

That’s good..seeing how He can actually do something for our brothers.. Mikey thought to himself, his inner voice tinged with bitterness.

Mikey looked down with hate filled eyes at his swollen ankle. He could feel his own tears now beginning to stream down his face as he gulped down the growing anxiety bubbling up his throat.

I can’t do anything.

His bitter heart added a sting to the tears as they pricked the corners of his eyes.

I can’t do anything for them.

He looked up.

…. But… I know You can.

With a strained voice, Mikey called to his brother, but all that sounded was the same pathetic squeak he was trying to avoid from before.

Dang it.

Mikey tried again, this time clearing his throat the best he could.

“ Leo…”

The oldest’s bowed head slowly rose from the ground to look up at his youngest brother. Tears had stained his royal blue mask, and his eyes were rimmed with a soft red. Choked sobs still weaseled their way out of Leo’s throat, as his gaze met Mikey’s.

“ Come.. *hic*.. Come here, bro. Pl- pl- lease..”

Without a word, Leo walked to his brother’s side. And Mikey, in one smooth motion, leapt off the couch one last time.

“ M- mikey n- no- “

The oldest never finished his sentence as his body was met with a crushing hug from his little brother.

The two stood there for what felt like hours, embracing each other as their shoulders trembled, and nestling their heads deep into the other’s neck. Their arms clung tighter and tighter as their separate sobs melded together into a cadence of fear and grief.

Their fight from earlier had no place in either of the brothers’ thoughts as they continued to try to comfort each other. The two boys’ minds were far too busy being filled with reasons of why Don and Raph sounded the dreaded alarm. What could have happened to them. If they were both alright.

..If they would ever come home.

“ We- we’re run-n-ning out of ti-ime.. “ The oldest whispered as he rubbed the tears from his eyes into Mikey’s shoulder.

The youngest’s chest tightened as he took a sharp inhale.

He knew what he had to do.

And he hated it.

“…G-go…..Go fi- find the- them. “ Mikey whispered back, “ I- I’ll only s-slow you do- down.. “

Leo lifted his head to look his youngest brother in the eyes. The oldest’s expression was filled with child-like fear and nervousness; He looked like a kid again. He had that same look that all kids wear when something scary happens:

WHAT DO I DO?

And with that question, a child would usually go to the closest adult in the room.

Leo is seventeen.

And he’s the closest they had to an adult until Splinter came home from scavenging in Central Park.

But with the call to leadership, Leo’s face and posture changed. His slumped shoulders straightened, and his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. He gave the weakest of smiles, rubbed his eyes one last time, and then nodded as he gently pushed Mikey back onto the couch.

“ I’ll f- find them, Mikey. “

Leo placed his hand on the back of Mikey’s neck, and lowered his forehead to the youngest’s.

“… I promise. “

As Leo picked up his katanas and began to run to the Lair’s main doorway into the tunnels, Mikey remembered something.

“ W-wait- Leo, hold up! “

The eldest quickly swiveled his head to be in Mikey’s direction, as the youngest leaned over and pulled some kind of secret drawer out of the coffee table. He grabbed something shiny and then threw it to Leo. With a quick flick of his wrist thanks to his ninja skills, the blue clad turtle caught the energy bar with ease. After a slight glance at the snack, he looked back up to Mikey with a “ you know what you did “ grin. Mikey responded with the widest of grins Leo’s ever seen.

“ .. Thanks, Little Brother. “

In a blur of green and blue, Leo had vanished sprinting down the tunnels.

Mikey gave a long, weighted sigh as he wiped away the remaining tears on his face.

… It’s ok….Leo’s got it… He’ll find them….

As he sat on the couch, not sure where to land his eyes, he noticed the wooden picture frame hanging on the wall next to the hallway. The words written inside the glass echoed in Mikey’s mind as his heart finally shattered.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. Acknowledge Him in all your ways and He will direct your paths. “

They’ll be ok…. Mikey thought as he fell deep into the cushions of the couch, once again letting his tears stream freely, Leo will find them.. God will help him find them..

Mikey closed his eyes.

Lord… Keep my brothers safe.. Please, Lord..

PLEASE bring them home.

That's it for this chapter! :) Hope you enjoyed it! ( Or it made you sob your eyes out, either way as a author I win XD )

To God be the glory!

~ Melissa

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[butterflies-and-bumble-bees]

When it comes to making choices in life, sometimes all we can do is take a deep breath, leap into the abyss, and pray the Lord will turn any sharp stones therein to water.

[presstowardthecall]

[cuntylouis]

Ignoring the real possibility he intentionally let himself be caught from the little we know so far Luigi Mangione's case is a fascinating combination of astonishing brilliance and confusing stupidity. This young man plans and executes his assassination and escape with such a meticulous care and calmness that it's suspected that he's a professional hitman. He comes up with Riddler-sque moves like writing his manifesto poetically on the bullets and leaving his backpack behind full of Monopoly money. He carefully wears a mask to avoid being identified but removes it because a woman who was checking him into the hostel was flirting with him and wanted to see his smile. He still manages to escape the most surveilled city in the country in the midst of ongoing national manhunt only to get caught in the middle of bumfuck nowhere Pennsylvania while eating at the McDonalds. Because for some reason he had the same clothes and mask as in New York and was carrying the same gun and suppressor. And when the cops detained him he showed them the same fake id he used in New York. And oh yeah he's a frat bro gym rat who has a masters degree in computer science from Penn but reads stupid self-help books about being on the grind and is 'anti-woke' while being bisexual suffering from anxiety and wanting to end oppressive capitalism. Not even god himself could invent a person like this

[faithsnippets]

“Saying ‘Yes’ to the Lord was saying yes to the adventure that he had planned for my life even though I didn’t know what it was..”

“..stepping into the unknown with the Lord.”

[abasilence-ministries]

The POSSIBLE Impossible: (Comes with Instructions)

God will wake us up in the middle of the night to go into intercession for another. That happened to me and you will never guess whom I was made to sit before the Lord about. But that wasn't all. I was corrected first and impressed upon to not judge.

First, let me say, I just took a snapshot of the time on my phone. Currently at this writing, my clock says 3:37am. But, when I first wrote the title of this writing on paper so that I could stop saying it over and over again in my head in order to not forget it, the time was 3:34am. Why does the time matter? At the moment, the time matters because I cant remember what time it was that I went to…

[tom4jc]

June 5, 2024 Promise Of God

[tears-that-heal]

challenging times....

My diabetes are somewhat unhinged at this time. 😣 I had to leave on a trip to visit family in Arkansas without getting my replacement 3rd medication to manage my diabetes. It served to be way more of a challenge then I anticipated. My morning blood sugar readings have been too high, and today has been the most difficult. I ate very little today and I applied my emergency strategy by taking a small extra dose of my current meds. It lowered my numbers by a little bit, and also took a nap. I honestly feel frustrated that I can't be functioning at my best and be able to spend more time with my mother-in-law. I'm simply laying in bed because my crazy blood sugar won't allow me to mentally function properly. Dear Lord help me! This trip didn't turn out to be a vacation, like I hoped. 🥺 I understand it's not the end of the word, but.....yeah.

'Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; '

Proverbs 3:5 NIV

found on pinterest here

[totallytonyavlogsyoutuber]

How to Connect with God

[golden-gospel-poet]

To Christ alone I’m entwined.

[wordwender]

“Psalm 118 is the middle chapter of the entire Bible. Psalm 117, before Psalm 118 is the shortest chapter in the Bible. Psalm 119, after Psalm 118 is the longest chapter in the Bible. The Bible has 594 chapters before Psalm 118 and 594 chapters after Psalm 118. If you add up all the chapters except 118, you get a total of 1188 chapters. 1188 or Psalm 118 verse 8 is the middle verse of the entire Bible. Should the central verse not have an important message? It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in man. Psalm 118:8" godsotherway.com

[hansoeii]

head empty, no thoughts. just turtleneck crowley

[artist-rat]

some epilogue vibes (an excuse to draw some hugs. and my durge so many times)

[mustardseeds]

Under His Wing

He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. Psalms 91:4  About a month ago, I had one of my chickens turn up missing. I was sad about it because she was a good layer and friendly. I looked for Haley in the woods and around the neighbors but unfortunately, she was not to be found. I tried not to think of what…

[faithsnippets]

“fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” (‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭41‬:‭10‬ ‭ESV‬‬)

“Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew^ their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” (‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭40‬:‭28‬-‭31‬ ‭NIV‬‬)

^To renew = to exchange

He will give us his strength; he will be there with us: he will generously give us what we lack so that we have the opportunity to soar on wings like eagles.

“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.”” (‭‭Exodus‬ ‭14‬:‭14‬ ‭NIV‬‬) >> We can only be still if we have a deep-seeded relationship with God.

Waiting upon the Lord

> actively seeking of Him

> believing in the Lord (dependency)

Faith is moving forward into the unknown by remembering the last faithfulness of God and the experiences we have of him and this are important reminders (to us of God’s faithfulness).

Waiting upon the Lord is our responsibility.

Providing strength is God’s responsibility.

Wait upon Him; Trust Him.

He will fight for You.

Learn to speak life.

Give God time to work.

“Don’t give up trusting whatever you’re going through in life, everything’s going to be okay because the Lord our God is with us.”

Don’t give up praying

Don’t give up believing

Don’t give up trusting God.

When we discover our purpose for the season, we will know how to posture ourselves for the faithful fulfillment of our destiny.

This is why we need to pray for PEACE. With peace, you can give thanks in all circumstances because peace is not determined by your surroundings. Peace comes from a secure understanding of who we are in Christ and who we are to Christ.

Giving thanks in all circumstances means you look to the Lord and you cry to him for strength.

Look back at your Darkest moment, you survived that period because the Lord is with you.

Even when you have to walk through the valley of the shadow of death, please understand that the Valley is not your destination. It is something all of us have to go through. We will have to walk through some valleys that will really be difficult but it’s a journey that we’re going through. We’re walking towards the light; towards our Lord. He is our hope and strength, and he is our God.

And even though there are many things about tomorrow that we do not know; there are a lot of uncertainties out there, we know that God is a Dependable God is generous and God’s opportunity is our opportunity from weak to strong. He’s extending that to us.

We know who holds our future; we know who holds our hands; we know who is with us. In God, Christ and the Holy Spirit, we will never walk alone.