NaLu

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fp: *is upset*

me: .... my fault?

fp: not your fault.

me:

fp:

me: .... my fault?

Something that has completely blown me away lately is how human Jesus was. He was the son of God, but he was also the son of man. He felt the sand beneath his feet just as his twelve followers did. He wept, he bled, he laughed. He knew what cool water was to parched lips. He was familiar with cracked feet and aching bones. He experienced the stings of rejection and ridicule. Just like us, Jesus felt. He felt every lash, every sting, and every blow.

He knows what our broken hearts hold. He sees those shaking hands and they remind him of his own.

We are so afraid we will be misunderstood, so we tuck our grief into our chests and smile with the pretense of “everything is fine.”

But Jesus understands how things fall apart. He understands what it is to hurt. He knows. He gets it. He lived it.

Unpack your grief. Reach into those deep parts of your soul and drag those feelings back out into the open. Lay them at his feet. I promise he will listen. I promise he’s been there, too. I promise he will hold your shaking hands so gently and so sweetly. I promise he will weep with you.

Because he was first the son of God, but second he was the son of man.

I promise he will understand.

Go ahead. Unpack your heart.

-31Women (Ansley)

hope this will clear the confusion.

list of Moods I have:

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“this is the worst I’ve ever felt and I’ve never been sadder than this single moment in my whole life”

“this is the best I’ve ever felt and I’ve never been happier than this single moment in my whole life”

ANGER

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fear !!

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Confession #8

BPD problem

Feeling replaced every time someone hangs out with someone else other than you

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