Be patient in trouble, and always be prayerful.” —Romans 12:12 (NLT)
February 2011
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Be patient in trouble, and always be prayerful.” —Romans 12:12 (NLT)
fueledbydietcoke (via terra-tele)
I got quoted! WHAT! Shout out!
My first recorded instance of dealing with body image issues was when I was eight years old. When I looked into the mirror, I realized my stomach stuck out a bit (possibly from all the dang soda and sugar I consumed?) and I distinctly remember thinking to myself that I couldn’t wait to get boobs because they’d make my stomach look smaller. I was already comparing myself to other women and falling short. When I got to middle school, I felt chubby compared to my skinny prepubescent classmates. I decided to take matters into my own hands. My distorted body image blossomed into full-fledged crash dieting, even though I got boobs like I’d wished. I decided to go on a very strict diet of simply a bowl of oatmeal a day but, because I was so desperately in love with (read: addicted to) Coke, I couldn’t bear to part with it. So I made the switch to Diet Coke.
(Read more to find out what “fueled by diet coke” is all about…)
Everything I have is stripped away.
Before I started building I counted up these costs.
There’s nothing left for you to take away.
Hello hurricane, you’re not enough!
Hello hurricane, you can’t silence my love.
I’ve got doors and windows boarded up.
All your dead end fury is not enough.
You can’t silence my love!” —Switchfoot, Hello Hurricane
Why would I do what I hate?
But when try to reach above
I only I hurt the ones I love.
Free, come set me free.
Down on my knees, I still believe
You could save me from me.
Come set me free.
Come set me free.
Inside this shell there’s a prison cell.” —Switchfoot, Free
I’m a gallery of broken hearts.
I’m beyond repair, let me be
and give me back my broken parts.” —Ingrid Michaelson, Be OK
but joy comes in the morning.” —Psalm 30:5 (NLT)
last night, my husband and i went out to dinner at a local sushi/hibachi place. the girl behind the counter ringing us up was strikingly beautiful. she had long, fine, straight natural red hair, skin like porcelain, light green eyes behind full and long lashes, and a sweet, warm smile. looking at her, i couldn’t help but tell her how gorgeous she was.
after i did, she excitedly squealed, “i was just about to tell you that you have the most beautiful blue eyes ever! thank you, you just made my night!”
i don’t know about her, but i definitely needed to hear something like that.
don’t feel weird telling a complete stranger they’re beautiful. who knows when the last time they heard something like that was… or if they’ll ever hear it again.
and chances are, they probably think you’re just as beautiful and will be more apt to share that with you.
go out. spread the word.
Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I’d even lived one day.
- Psalm 139:13-16 (The Message)
There’s nothing left of your sins.
Come back to me, come back.
I’ve redeemed you.” —Isaiah 44:22 (The Message)
I’ll meet you half way
if you’re coming the long way.
Don’t care what the people say
of the prodigal runaway.
‘Cause hey hey, they don’t know you like I do.
I wait for the whole world to show you.
Maybe we’re not, not that gone.
Do you ever think about me? Do you ever call my name?
Ask me now I’ll give you the reasons
my love will not fade through the fire and rain.
all around me, running through me.
Oh, Your love is a melody
underneath me, running to me.
Your love is a song.” —Your Love is a Song, Switchfoot