Yes, I will trust in You alone. You are my strength, my shield, and my song. You outshine the sun. You’re glorious and worthy to be praised. I trust, and I surrender. (Photo cred: Tumblr)
"The sons of Reuben, the Gadites, and the half-tribe of Manasseh—valiant men able to bear buckler and sword and to shoot with bow and skillful in war—were 44,760 able and ready to go forth to war. …
They were given help against them, and the Hagites or Ishmaleites were delivered into their hands, for they cried to God in the battle; and He granted their entreaty,
because they relied on, clung to, and trusted in Him.”
-1 Chron. 5:18, 20
I love this. These mighty and skillful warriors fought against the Hagrites and needed help. They cried out God, and He answered. Through Him they conquered them: they took herds of 50,000 camels, 250,000 sheep, 2,000 donkeys—and the lives of 100,000 men.
"For a great number fell mortally wounded,
because the battle was God’s. …” (1 Chron. 5:22)
"There was a man named Jabez who was more honorable than any of his brothers. His mother named him Jabez because his birth had been so painful.
He was the one who prayed to the God of Israel, ‘Oh, that you would bless me and expand my territory! Please be with me in all that I do, and keep ns from all trouble and pain!’ And God granted him his request.” (1 Chron. 4:9-10)
A simple yet powerful prayer: Lord, bless me, as I glorify You. Further my borders, as I further Your kingdom. Be with me always, in everything I do. Keep me from pain, so I can do Your will.
Out of the genealogy of Israel and Judah, this was inserted into this book. And it encouraged me. God is in the little details
Whom will you follow?
“Never before had there been a king like Josiah, who turned to The Lord with all his heart and soul and strength, obeying all the laws of Moses. And there has never been a king like him since.
Even so, The Lord was very angry with Judah because of all the wicked things Manasseh had done to provoke him.” -2 Kings 23:25-26
The kings of Israel and Judah were a rollercoaster of good and evil, with more bad than good. Most followed the examples of King Ahaz and King Jeroboam, both were known for committing evil in the Lord’s sight. Few followed the example of King David and King Solomon, those who sought after God and loved Him dearly.
Whom will you follow? Will you take the easy way and remain where you are? Will you stay comfortable, following your father’s sin? Or will you break the line of your fathers and follow after righteousness? Will you preserve the desire and integrity of your father’s love for God?
I don’t get the friendzone thing… Like why is being my friend bad? I hope to get married to my best friend one day.
Your boyfriend walks into the house, to greet you after a long hard day at school. You had called him that morning, telling him you didn’t feel well and that you weren’t going to show up. You told him not to get the homework for you and to just stay away until you got better, because you didn’t want him to get the bug. Of course, thinking nothing of it, your boyfriend agreed and said to get better. That day, you decided to do the unthinkable; kill yourself. You decided to cut, to bleed to death. Your parents were gone, no one was home, it was the perfect time. Writing your goodbye notes, you set them on the kitchen table, hoping that once your parents would come home, they would realize after they read the letters, it was too late; you were already gone. The walk to the bathroom to get your razors was a long walk, the last walk of your life. You think about your boyfriend, how clueless he was. He had no idea what you were preparing for. He didn’t get that he’d never get to see you again. You think about your parents. You think about how much you thought you’ve disappointed them, how you didn’t think they were proud of you. You thought about your best friend at school. How much you loved her, the memories you both shared. You smiled at the thought but then remembered what you were about to do and the smile faded. You finally reach the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, you go to the cabinet and get what you need to get to get the job done. Before you slice your skin, you whisper, “I’m sorry.” and slice over the delicate part of your body. The blood pours out of your wrist, you fall to the ground, gasping in pain. Your eyes flutter, closing, as the pain becomes unbearable. Blood trickles next to the floor where you lay, getting all over your favorite outfit. You take a deep breath before slipping into a slumber.
Meanwhile, your boyfriend decides it would be a good idea to come and give you some soup for lunch. He usually just walks in, so he opens the door to your house, hollering your name. When no one answers, he walks further into the corridor, looking left and right. Of course, the bathroom is to the right of the room, the door wide open. Your body lays in a pool of blood near the open door, your body laying against the cabinets. Your boyfriend’s mouth is an “O” shape, too much in shock to let out a sound. But he quickly snaps out of it, running over to where you lay. He picks up your body, shaking it gently and saying your name. When you don’t respond, he starts shaking you more violently, raising his voice. Still, no answer. Your boyfriend is now crying, tears streaming down his face. He still continues to scream your name, hoping for an answer. He gets none. He stops shaking your body, laying his head on your stomach, bawling his eyes out.
After a few minutes, he calms down, grabbing his cell phone and dialing the number everyone knows well; 911. The police rush over, your boyfriend never leaving your side. After being rushed to the hospital, a few hours later, it is announced that you didn’t make it. Your boyfriend falls into shock, not registering the fact that you aren’t on the earth anymore. Your parents weep violently in each others arms, repeating “It’s all our faults.” Your best friend? She’s fallen into the chairs of the waiting room, crying so hard, she’s about to throw up. Everyone in the waiting room is staring at your small group, feeling for them.
A week or so later, there’s a funeral held for you. 500 people and more show up to honor you. The whole service is filled with tears and sadness. Not one person is smiling or even attempting to smile. Everyone knows that maybe if they were a little nicer, you might still be here. Everyone in the room blames themselves. Your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken to anyone since the night. Your best friend, hasn’t eaten in days, maybe a scrap of food every now and then, but not more than a meal. Your parents? Your mom has fallen into depression. Your dad? He’s been like your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken a word since then. Everyday, he stares at the TV with a blank expression. The whole school? There is a case in front of the school with your picture and photos of you, a tribute, you could say. No one is the same anymore. Your smile could brighten someones day. Your laugh could make someone smile, even when they didn’t want to. Your voice, when you talk, is like an angel singing.
You think no one cares? Think again.every word is worth reading
I’m crying so hard..
you must read this. so real, so true.
i know i dont post things like this very often but the text. the text.
Omg… This hurts so much.
"And Hezekiah prayed:
O Lord, the God of Israel, Who [in symbol] is enthroned above the cherubim [of the ark in the temple], You are the God, You alone, of all the kingdoms of the earth.
You have made the heavens and the earth. Lord, bow down Your ear and hear;
Lord, open Your eyes and see; hear the words of Sennacherib which he has sent to mock, reproach, insult, and defy the living God. …
But [O Sennacherib] I [the Lord] know your sitting down, your going out, your coming in, and your raging against Me. …
By the way that he came, by that way shall he return, and he shall not come into this city, says the Lord.
For I will defend this city to save it, for My own sake and for My servant David’s sake.” (2 Kings 19:15-16, 27, 33-34 AMP)
Hezekiah was a righteous man, a king who feared The Lord. He broke a line of immoral and sinful rulers, such as that there would be no other king of Judah like him. He didn’t shy away from The Lord, even when others rose against him.
Sennacherib, king of Assyria, was defying the God of Israel and repeatedly reminded Hezekiah that he would conquer Israel. But Hezekiah prayed to The Lord, and he trusted Him. What Hezekiah prayed and the Lord said came to pass: the angel of The Lord slaughtered 185,000 soldiers, and Sennacherib died, murdered by his sons.
Hezekiah was a great example that—despite his fathers before him, despite the kings of Judah and Israel of old, despite enemies that have totally conquered the other lands—he still trusted The Lord. And The Lord came through: He is a listening and victorious God.
God of His word
“Hazael king of Syria oppressed Israel all the days of Jehoahaz.
But the Lord was gracious to them and had compassion on them and turned toward them because of His covenant with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, and would not destroy them or cast them from His presence yet. [Mal. 3:6.]” —2 Kings 13:22-23 AMP
God is a God of His word. No matter how many times the kings of Judah and Israel were corrupt or sought God yet kept idols, He still remembered the covenants He made with Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, and David. He also remembered the covenants He made against Ahab and Jeroboam, as they deliberately committed evil in the Lord’s sight. He remembered the promises and covenants He made, and He was always faithful to keep them. He is a God who loves justice—and He is a just judge.
God is a faithful God. He keeps His word, and His words will never disappear. “Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will by no means pass away.” (Jesus; Matt. 24:35 NKJV)