”..feeling cheapened by the demand on your life for some monetary justification…
Living from lack blinds you to believe you are worth only what you can produce, only what you can exchange for a way to live. You feel dirty and unworthy of your desires, denying your hopes, dreams and desires time after time, after time, after time..
Something human inside of you breaks down and dies, leaving faint imagination and taste for more to survive on fantasies and cheap favors.
You want to be more than what the world around you has said you can be but the only remaining beat of your heart is there to breathe.”
And He said,
Don’t count the cost, because I’ve paid it all.
The love of God leaves with merchants,
who are unafraid to sell all for they know how greatly the Father provides.
Choosing between the cost and the heart He’s designed and lives within is a decision between reward and love, fear and trust. To choose costs would be choosing betrayal, like Judas choosing reward over Jesus.
Will we continue to count the cost of freedom or walk, and realize its been paid? Our freedom is bought but is not ours until we choose to walk without the chains.
pink himalayan salt. beats that spur a dance. roomates that make a room a home. circles we make because we are one. side profiles because you can’t help to not look away. eyes that are kind. hugs who empathize. They speak without a sound or word; their voice is never heard.Yet their message has gone throughout the earth, and their words to all the world. film development. mirrors disguised in words. the eternal making rest within. joy in the morning. fondue-like presence of the Lord. a feeling conveyed, an expression understood. our distinctions between hopes, dreams, ideas, goals, and desires. a craving satisfied. cup of egyptian licorice. when a song finds a memory.
every heart, (more than a physical vessel) is but one manifestation of the value God’s placed on well-being. why hide what God so clearly values & disregard in others what is highly protected in ourselves?
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There is no such thing as forced intimacy, there is intimacy and there is rape.
love values free will and choice, sees the value within another, understands honor.
"It was Grace who would ponder this story for a long time, with great sadness, and it would cause her to make a clear link between education and dignity, between the hard, obvious things that are printed in books and the soft, subtle things that lodge themselves in the soul"
