I hate the feeling of toenails scraping against cement.
I wish I had gnarly feet callouses so I could go everywhere barefoot, but I’m too wimpy to get them.
I hate dishwashers.
I want a kitchen sink someday with pretty things on it and a window facing the street so I can watch people while I do my dishes by hand.
I hate normal neighborhoods. I get lost in them and the concept of them is dead. No one actually hangs out with their neighbors. We might as well live far apart and not have to hear each other’s dogs barking.
I want a tire swing.
I want teleportation.
I want a robot that will clean my room.
I want someone not dumb to run for a political office.
I want my future children to be nonperfect perfect superchildren.
I want butterflies to be around all the time.
I want to want to garden.
I want to learn to work hard.
I want to be decisive.
I want to trust.
I want to dance.
I want to be buff, physically and nonphysically.
I found a caterpillar!!!’
Maddys mind for 5 minutes
I used to feel guilty when I didn’t pray. If I didn’t make it through my prayer list or spend half an hour in solitary prayer, I’d feel guilty for not praying more.
Guilt isn’t from God. Conviction is. Guilt drives us into a corner; conviction drives us to Christ. Somewhere along the way, I was liberated from prayer-by-guilt. Part of this liberty came when I realized that God doesn’t relate to me based on guilt but based on grace. Grace reminds me that when I was guilty of deep distrust in God and his promises, Christ died and kept God’s promises to absorb my guilt, so now I have every reason to trust. Grace reminds me that God relates to me based on what Jesus has done, not on what I have not done.
Guilt isn’t from God. Conviction is. Guilt drives us into a corner; conviction drives us to Christ. Somewhere along the way, I was liberated from prayer-by-guilt. Part of this liberty came when I realized that God doesn’t relate to me based on guilt but based on grace. Grace reminds me that when I was guilty of deep distrust in God and his promises, Christ died and kept God’s promises to absorb my guilt, so now I have every reason to trust. Grace reminds me that God relates to me based on what Jesus has done, not on what I have not done.
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| — | Jonathan Dodson, What to Do With Prayerlessness (via solideogloriaa) |
People often think of Christian morality as a kind of bargain in which God says, ‘If you keep a lot of rules I’ll reward you, and if you don’t I’ll do the other thing.’ I do not think that is the best way of looking at it. I would much rather say that every time you make a choice you are turning the central part of you, the part of you that chooses, into something a little different from what it was before. And taking your life as a whole, with all your innumerable choices, all your life long you are slowly turning this central thing either into a heavenly creature or into a hellish creature: either into a creature that is in harmony with God, and with other creatures, and with itself, or else into one that is in a state of war and hatred with God, and with its fellow-creatures, and with itself.
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| — | Mere Christianity (1952) |
