@cessadelove1 God does not need us to pretend before Him. Bring Him the exhaustion, the disappointment, and the weakness. Sometimes faith is simply saying, “Lord, I need You,” and allowing Him to restore you.
Elijah was a mighty prophet of God, but even he reached a place where the weight of everything became too much. In 1 Kings 19:4, he poured out his heart to the Lord and said, “I have had enough, Lord.” Exhausted, discouraged, and overwhelmed, he no longer wanted to keep going. God didn’t shame him for being tired or condemn him for a weak moment. He met him in his exhaustion, let him rest, provided what he needed, strengthened him, and reminded him that his story was not finished. Be real with God. You don’t have to pretend you’re strong when you’re hurting. Tell Him when you’re tired, disappointed, or when life feels too heavy to carry. God can handle the truth of your heart. Sometimes the most spiritual thing you can do is admit, “Lord, I’m tired. I need You.” Just as He met Elijah in his lowest moment, trust that God can meet you there, restore your strength, and help you keep going.
Some of you desperately need to reconnect with the reality that most people are living in. Public transport is not a moral failure and poverty is not an “ick.”
There is a word for what you are - you’re classist. What you’ve tweeted is classism dressed up as an ick.
🚨 DOES ANYBODY ELSE FEEL LIKE WE NEVER REALLY CAME BACK FROM 2020? Something changed and I’m not just talking about COVID. Time feels faster, people feel more disconnected, and life doesn’t seem to have the same color it once had. Think about the 80s, 90s and early 2000s summers felt longer, music had eras, holidays had a feeling, and people seemed more present. Now everything moves so fast that years disappear like months. 2019 was 7 years ago… but does it really FEEL like it? 👁️ Call it a timeline shift, collective awakening, or the psychological aftermath of everything we experienced but something about life has never felt the same since. Who else feels it?
"Although nearly erased from history, the first formally trained South African veterinarian was the little-known Dr Jotello Festiri Soga (1865–1906), son of the Xhosa Reverend Tiyo Soga and his Scottish wife. For decades, colonial history incorrectly recorded Dr P.R. Viljoen (who qualified in 1912) as the country's first veterinarian. Dr Soga qualified as a Member of the Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons in 1886 with a gold medal distinction in botany, after studying at the Royal (Dick's) Veterinary School in Edinburgh. In November 1889 he was appointed Assistant Veterinary Surgeon for Cape Colony in 1889, he made pioneering contributions to veterinary toxicology and vaccination methods over the next decade. Soga died on 6 December 1906 in East London, Cape Province." Source: Diana K. Davis/The Royal Society/Decolonizing Veterinary History, SAHO, Wikipedia, Black Past
I’m at a place in my life where I’ve realised that nothing makes sense without God. I can’t afford to put Him second and expect everything else to fall into place. I need Him first, in everything
unlearn shame. all forms of shame: unemployment, illness, vulnerability, longing, desire, errors, failures. you do not need to feel ashamed of what you are experiencing or living. freedom and shame cannot coexist.