Mary loved Jesus knowing that he was hers but also God’s, and she taught Jesus to love on a human level.
However, this is also a fear of mine. And if I let this fear now rule my life, I don’t live my life. Because of the waves of sadness and frustration sometimes come in the grocery store.
Jesus spoke to the people once more and said, “I am the light of the world. If you follow me, you won’t have to walk in darkness, because you will have the light that leads to life.”
Jesus spent time listening, caring, serving, and finally being with people, and if they didn’t agree with him, he still loved them prayed for them, and eventually forgave them. His last act before death was praying for them and pleaded for their forgiveness for their sins.
How do you the fanfiction reader the satisfaction of walking away and feeling like I had closure? I struggled each day how to find the best ending.
He is a loving father who gives humanity a chance after chance to redeem themselves. He sent his only son to save the world. God loves us, and sometimes love means saying No. Because God knows what best for us.
set my own path and often are hit with bumps and bruises from exploring unbroken terrain. It’s even funny because there are things that I have loved for years that other people didn’t, or it didn’t as much recognition. Sometimes that shifts and all of a sudden, there are a million products for this character or tv show. And suddenly, I feel like the world has caught up.
In the weeks that I feel faint, I become more aware of blessings, or I am more open to counting my blessings. Everything thing is a blessing. From a cup a tea to sitting with my husband and talking about fandoms. It is those moments that are blessings with beauty if I can be intentional.
Kindness matters. The smallest thing if it is done in kindness, it matters. God commanded this in the repeated verses about kindness. It makes me believe that in biblical times, unkindness was the norm. Today it has morphed into mean comments on the internet or being unkind as a habit.
I have been learning the only way to allow my hurting to be acknowledged is to verbally speak my emotions. It might be hard, and to others, it might appear weak; however, this is the only way for myself to grow. To be okay, verbalizing what I am feeling.