Love is my Christianity. Reaching out and hugging people, despite our differences, is my Christianity. Opening myself to new perspectives and beliefs and accepting them, even if they don’t coincide with my personal values, is my Christianity. Caring about other people and their hearts is my Christianity. Celebration is my Christianity.
I spent enough time in the church to know that this is not what Jesus taught.
For me, my Christianity is based on love. And it’s based on personal convictions. And personally, I’m a badass feminist.
Then I heard You whisper
I’m your Lover.”
I’m sorry if a Christian has shown intolerance for you due to your sexuality, ideas, politics or religion.
The brothers were required to shave, but there is one who had a thick, scraggly beard. I never found out why. One day he trimmed it he was much younger than I previously thought, and rather handsome too. So either he is a former billionaire orphan who left everything to train with the monks up in the mountains, or he is a former assassin making penance for a life of vicious crime.
Being an empath is not a disease nor is it a curse.
She’s been taught to love with the love of Christ. She has a heart for people and believes there is still some good left in humanity. She may get hurt more often than not, and may be seen as a source of ridicule – but it does not make her any less whole.
Thank you for breaking my heart because I am now closer to my fairy tale and the beginning of my happy ending. I have to admit that closing our book was very hard, but I had to— because I learned that life waits for no one.
Lord, help me remember that our babies are little flowers and we are their gardeners. Help me to remember that we all have little weeds on us, yet you gently pluck them off and love us anyway.