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Have you been hurt, played, manipulated by someone? Do you feel like you’ve given this person chance after chance to earn your trust, only to keep getting met with disappointment? Are you praying for a heart of forgiveness when the last thing you want to do is take the steps to forgive? Well, hear me out on this radical approach that’ll make your ego cringe. Keep giving grace. Keep forgiving. 💕💕 Why? Well, imagine if someone came up to you and was like, “Here’s a lifetime supply of free iPhones”, and then just walked away. You then see your friend the next day who is in desperate need of a phone and you refuse to give them one because of that time they lied to you in 6th grade. Sounds pretty ridiculous right? Well, I think we do the same thing with grace. We did nothing to deserve God’s grace, and yet he freely gives us an unlimited supply of it each day. But we refuse to give grace to our neighbor in need because we don’t believe they deserve it. And we’re worried if we give it to them once, they’ll take advantage of it and keep taking from our unlimited supply. 💕💕 Ok maybe the damage this person has done was a lot more severe than a white lie in 6th grade. Trust me when I say I’ve struggled with my own battles with this and sometimes boundaries are needed in order for reconciliation to happen. But regardless of what he or she did to you, my answer will still be the same: Give grace anyways. Don’t put contingencies on your gift of grace. Don’t hand it out sparingly when you have an abundance of it. Give even though it hurts. Give in a way others won’t understand. Give because you’ve been given. We’re all undeserving of grace, but thanks to that generous man above, there’s an endless supply of it to go around 👍🏻
When you set your eyes on what’s above, you will look behind to see many of those who once were in your life, stayed behind. It’s okay, just keep walking, keep climbing and just focus on what’s above. You are meant to climb mountains not settle behind in the valley 🙏🙌 #jesusfirst
He had to say something, but he refused because he knew it could be difficult for every one of them knowing something about him. He was not supposed to be in the trailer, and he did not want to tell them about his work or that he knew the tricksters. Thinking about the whole situation, he did not want them to pressure him for information. He felt the truck moving and the air becoming more difficult to breathe. It was an awkward situation, and he thought that it would not end well, for no one.
Richard had heard everything, and he wanted to try to assure everyone and especially himself that everything would end well. Number 12 was the coach but not so engaging and not so much about the others. It was more about himself, and he sounded more like the little kid running through the dark forest assuring himself that he would reach home unhurt. Interestingly he came up with a Serenity Prayer in its best-known form: “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.” Apparently, he tried to be honest about the situation.
Robert seemed to be high as if he had taken some drugs before. It was impossible to listen to him because he seemed to sit there joking about everything and to be high. Number 11 had seriously consumed many drugs and seemed to be out of his mind. However, it was somehow funny even in this situation that he did not realize the predicament of the situation. He was not with them in the trailer; he was somewhere else. It felt more as if he was hallucinating.
As quick as I take you in, I can let you go.
-minimized to the max blacks criminalized escorted to the back
Happened to be in the neighborhood by Lake Washington where Kurt Cobain’s House was. Took a couple pics from the car. It’s a beautiful house facing the lake. On its south side is a park-like hill with a bench which appears to be a makeshift altar for Kurt with notes graffitied and even some flowers. I saw a family walking toward the house appearing to be tourists/fans. Born and raised here through the height of grunge and this is the first time I’ve seen the house. I remember it like it was yesterday. #kurtcobain #seattle #nirvana #grunge #history #music #poet #poetry #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #write #writing #writer #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #words #spilledink #poetryisnotdead
Mark was religious and asked whether someone wanted to pray. Number 10 started praying, and it felt like some of the people in the trailer closed their eyes and folded their hands to follow his prayer. “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.” It must have felt right to him.
Lessons on Maybes:  I spent a lifetime thinking people say Maybe  when they did not want to say Yes,  afraid to stand shivering in the truth I thought people say Maybe because they, too,  needed assurances perhaps someone to care dearly enough to ask again, "Won't you be mine?  How can there be a life,  without me and you." If I had known, people say Maybe because they cannot deliver a No If I had known,  I could have saved my heart from so many blows. . //  @komalesque for more poetry, musings, and goofy stories. Pic By ~ @lifevialens.ca . #qotd  #read  #words  #wordporn  #writingcommunity #typewriter  #prose  #spilledthoughts  #poetryislife #poemoftheday  #heartbreak  #wordart  #wordsoftheday #wordplay  #quotes  #maybe  #lettinggo  #heartbroken #heartbreakquotes  #fashionart  #storyofmylife  #sadquotes #liberation  #letgo  #honesty  #californialove  #philosophy #humannature #follow #lifevialens
When Jude started talking one could feel the grief in his voice. He pitied himself for being there, and his voice sounded bowed down with sorrow. Listening to number 9 it felt like all of them had already died there in the trailer. It was as if they were buried alive and no one knew it except Jude. Someone told him to stay calm.
Simon seemed to be lethargic about the whole situation. He had not much to say. Number 8 pleaded for staying calm, wait and see what would happen. He said that in his opinion nobody could do something except expecting what would happen. It was depressing to listen to the silence of his speechlessness.
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James cried, and he could not hold the tears. Number 7 wanted to see his wife and his daughter again, that was everything he could think of. That was the only thing he was talking about. He was sobbing, and that made it difficult to understand him. James thought about the words he had left with his loved ones the last time he had seen them. He could not remember what exactly he had told them. However, it must have upset him to think about it. He talked about a child he had lost, and it sounded devastating. It was clear he was a family man and assuming that his family would eventually never know what had happened to him drove him crazy.
He deserves it as much as you... Love him in such a way that even on his roughest day his soul stills and his lips twist into the smallest of grins at the mere thought of coming home to find his sanctuary in you. © 2017 Fiona Summerville #fionasummerville #igpoets #igpoetry #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #writer #poet #inspiration #writing #poetry #wordsmatter #instagrampoetry #spilledink #musings #creativewriting #communityofwriters #mindofawriter #wordgasm #writingcommunity #poetryisnotdead #poeticsigh
Matthew made the skeptic, throwing arguments around and jumping from one corner of the trailer to another. Number 6 was all about a giant conspiracy distracting the minds of everybody in the trailer with things no one could believe. It sounded insane, and it was painful to listen to him. He felt like is the whole body was rejecting the theories coming out of the darkness of the trailer. Someone asked him to shut up.
Thomas tried to turn it around. He was Number 5, and he decided to be reasonable in what he told them. Nobody would harm them. Why should someone? It was like finding arguments why nothing would happen to them. The people who had abducted them had gone to great lengths to carry out their plot. It could also very well be a joke, and every minute they would open the doors of the trailer truck, and everything would turn out a misinterpretation. Form him there was no reason to be frightened. He made it clear that he thought everything would be clarified once they would open the doors again.
I will not get up I have fallen In you In ecstasy In love I stay fell Fallen Now that I have For you. . . . . . . . ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• #romancinglife #poetry #prose #poem #creativewriting #spilledink #wordsmith #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #poetryofig #writersofig #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #poetrysociety #poetssociety #wordporn #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #igwriters #igpoets #instapoetry #instapoem #instapoetry #writing #quoteoftheday #shortstory #lovequotes #poetryinmotion #poetryisnotdead #wordswithqueens
Philip jumped right interrupting James. Number 4 said that it was not the time for encouragements. Uncertainty poured out of his mouth. Apparently, he felt uncomfortable with the whole situation like everybody else. However, with him, everyone could feel it. The virus was spreading fast over the air, and everybody inhaled his portion of uncertainty and discomfort from what he was saying. He was painting horrifying pictures in the darkness, and everybody could feel how the air became poisonous from his thoughts about the ways all of them could die in that trailer.
. I will not stand to be destroyed. This body will not defeat me. I am so much more than this beautiful blanket of skin and bones, breasts and buttocks. - Luna Lynn. . . • FEARLESS • Photography by @jonathanredpics || Poetry by me ➡️ link in bio ✨ . . . . #poet #poetry #poetsofig #amwriting #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poetrysociety #lunalynn #jonathanredpics #fearless #poetrybook #photobook #published #publishedpoet #publishedpoetry #poems #photography #selflove #womenempowerment #loveyourbody #free
🌟💌🌟 A simple thank you for allowing me to know you while I did. 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 #lovepoem #lovepoetry #writing #poem #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #words #quotes #writingcommunity #spilledink #writerscommunity #unrequitedlove #lovequotes
The fun never stops! 😂😂 Writing, making templates for Jack's barding and that ridiculous shopping list 😂 note the 17 cabachons part!!! #TheStormHoldLegacy #SkyBound #firsttimeauthor #fantasynovel #fantasy #leatherwork #horse #horsearmour #thismakesmewanttocry #writer #writingcommunity #writingabook #amwriting #iamwriting #bookstagram #letsgetthispublished #horsetack
Number 3. James was different. He was the rational one saying that everything would be okay and that all of them would make it out of the trailer. He sounded like a football coach giving some advice to his team. However, the players he was talking to were somewhere else with their thoughts, and no one seemed to listen to this well-meant encouragement. It seemed as if he was mainly encouraging himself by giving good advice to others. James talked about the voluntary work he did and how it made him feel good and how he could inspire everyone to overcome such dark situations. He was apparently bragging about his work. Everybody could hear it.
Reckless 🤘
The second one was Andrew. He was Number 2. It was difficult to understand him because he spoke too softly to counter the noise from the truck. There was no anger in his voice. It was more as if he sought the blame for what happened to him. He talked about how he could have been so stupid to be trapped in such a situation. Many things had gone wrong in his life, and this was only the last in a long line of topics he was struggling with. Hearing him speak it felt like he let his head hang down. Words of helplessness and self-blame wafted like mist through the darkness of the trailer. He blamed himself for not living his life.
🌟💌🌟 Did I truly mean anything to you? Were those smiles caused by me genuine or just for politeness? Were the laughs I gave you really enough or were you faking it? Everything I’ve felt with you, were the most genuine feelings to exist. So I just hope it goes even slightly both ways. 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 #lovepoem #lovepoetry #writing #poem #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #words #quotes #writingcommunity #spilledink #writerscommunity #unrequitedlove #lovequotes
Typewriter Series #578 by Aishwarya Nair
Everybody agreed to say something about himself. Oddly, there were only males sitting together in the trailer. Someone started counting with Number 1. He said that his name was Peter and he seemed to be angry about being there. There was an aggressiveness in his voice, and he spat out the words. These words were sharp like razor blades, and they were cutting through the darkness of the trailer. Peter seemed to be angry about many things going on in his life, and this was just another thing that made him furious. Everyone could feel that he wanted to scream, but he knew it would only have made everybody upset in the darkness of the trailer.
The portrait. - This simple picture took us at least 50 tries. Initially the picture was suppose to be just me staring confidentiality into the camera. A confident but sexy look. -Conversation went like this: - My photographer: Give me a charming sexy look! Me: Thats what I’m doing! Him: No..you look mad. Give me a look like you’d give a guy in a bar, a charming look that invites him to come talk to you! Me: Hmmm.. I don’t do that. Him: What do you do? Go and introduce yourself? Hey I’m Marie! Me: Yes. That’s exactly what I would do. Me: Can I smile?? I’m good at that! Him: oh! Yes. Smile. - From there it was a wrap. Smiling works! - 📷: @jeanterry Smile: By God
Introduction a new fantasy novel by Megan Stephenson @meggystevo1993 on the newly designed free Writer's Outlet app available on the Appstore and Google Play. Let it be written. #writing #WritersOutlet #amwriting #amreading #books #stories #scripts #songs #blogs #journals #poems #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #screenplays #poetry #novels #recipes #cookbooks #music #lyrics #create #share #connect #art #photos #fantasy