#BiteSizedBibleStudy "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, And before you were born I consecrated you..." - Jeremiah 1:5
God SEES you. He sees every tiny hurt and major heartbreak. He sees every confusion, doubt, worry, anguish, and pain. He knows your every struggle and He is in your every battle.
GOD SEES YOU - YOU ARE NEVER ALONE. He sees you and He knows you through and through. He knew you before He even formed you in the womb and set you apart even before you were born. Trust that He sees even this circumstance that you face right now.
He knows your need, so just rest... Rest in the arms of your Father who LOVES you and SEES you better than you see yourself…
He sees you. He sees your HEART and He is infinitely pleased. Not because of what you do but because of WHO you are - His beloved child.
1 Samuel 16:7 says: “For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.”
Each time you try and walk a little closer to Jesus or work on overcoming a circumstance, He sees the earnest devotion in your heart. You need only take one step forward and He will carry you the rest of the way. So keep at it…
The battle is His but the Victory is yours. Today is the day you will march in His freedom. Keep your eyes fixed on Him…His eyes is ALWAYS on you!
Full day of studying. But I’ve got coffee! ☕️ #goaldigger
After a tough season of training and running two marathons, I’m giving my body and mind a well-deserved break. I’ve got a few projects and goals (non-running related) that I put on the back burner during my marathon training, so I’m really excited to finally work on them during this less intense period of training! ✏️📓📚💻🧠
******************************************* There is a grievous rule in the universe,
enthralled by our names
Making certain of
our cosmic intersection
No matter what
I always have faith in it
more than any belief I have
more than I should
You are this wild softness
an unrivaled meal
to my constant hunger
And I fall,
towards the ocean
often on your pillows of hollow promises
sometimes at your glacial touch
always to sharp blades
awaiting the slitting of my belly
In spite of the “how’s”
I just do
by kat.g #wordedwrite
For as long I can remember, I've paid attention to how things are worded. Whether it be conversation, poetry, lyrics... I've just always had a love for being able to say something simple that still holds so much depth. One of my all time favorites by The Civil Wars.. "Your hands can heal, your hands can bruise. I don't have a choice, but I'd still choose you." After years of having this postless IG account I created a long time ago, something in me decided that this is the time in my life to run with it. Not gonna lie.. the vulnerability in sharing such personal work makes me anxious. Super anxious. And I think it's because sharing these parts of me go hand in hand with sharing pieces of my life too. "Dirty laundry" as some might call it. But that's ok. Because I'm incredibly proud of who I've become throughout the trials of different kinds of relationships I've experienced, the one with myself especially. And I'm proud of the way my love(literally & figuratively) and I have grown.
I hope you follow along.🙈 Some pieces are old, some are new.. some are the new me connecting with the old me. And even if just ONE thing I write connects with you.. or changes the way you look at something in a positive way.. I'd be over the moon. Enjoy.🖤
We’ve always had an allegiance to the hurt that we could have made a home in here, if we wanted to....
************************************************************ There in the fetid corner
dimmed by our restraints
yet illuminated by the candor of our skin,
we come face to face
Lips pressed together
to guard what we mean
against what has
already been said
I wait, you wait
Testing our backbones
to succumb unwillingly
by its porous nature
But the quiet succeeds
our faces marred
battling the eruptions
in our chest
How we shun the mouths
of those who seek
pleasure in pain
I’m afraid to ask,
for here we are
and what does that make us?