#{ Answered Prayers }

[lezhuntrr]

Lesbians leglocking the tgirls breeding them in a mating press til their wombs are full and leaking of dyke cum.

This is what real lesbian sex is <3

exactly, the future of lesbian sex <3 fuller, realer, more intimately connected… not to mention, how else are lesbians supposed to reproduce? 🥰 it’s natural, beautiful, it’s what you’re for

[klaufir]

Fluorette if she were an Elden Ring boss fight.

[thespiritualencourager]

Cares are numerous and, therefore, let your prayers be as numerous. Turn everything that is a care into a prayer. Leave off, then, this damaging habit of worry and take to this enriching habit of prayer!

— Charles Spurgeon

“All your children shall be taught by the LORD, and great shall be the peace of your children. No weapon formed against you shall prosper, and every tongue which rises against you in judgment you shall condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and their righteousness is from Me,” says the LORD.”

— Isaiah 54:13, 17 (NKJV)

[keysatthecrossroad]

Mother of one thousand names,

Goddess of All,

Hekáte of the Crossroads,

We praise You,

We praise You,

We praise You.

[yourthirdparent]

I want a scene of inho holding junho for the first time. Baby junho you are so loved by me and inho

ohauhhghg 16 year old inho who's so terrified of holding this tiny fucking child cuz what if he drops it what does he do if he drops it I mean him the child the human baby and junho's mother being like "inho. you aren't gonna drop him" and inho's like "i'm not gonna drop him....." and the the literal moment he lays a single finger on him he panics and he's like "I'M SO GONNA DROP HIM"

it takes a while before he's willing to hold junho without sitting down. but for the first few days he's just holding baby junho in his lap. and he's hardly willing to let him go.

teenager inho holding junho's hands and looking at junho's mom awestruck like "they're so small......" and she's like "yeah he's a baby" and he's like "he is two apples tall" and she's like "no..... no he's a bit bigger than two apples" and he's like "one atom" and she's like "no......."

[heavenpureheart]

[rj-anderson]

I've just realized I never posted another update here about how we got my 93-yo mom into assisted living a couple months ago, and it is THE ABSOLUTE GREATEST STORY and I'm still just reeling with amazement over how it all came together, so here it is under the cut.

As you will know if you read my earlier posts about Mom, I've been her primary caregiver for the last few years, especially since my dad passed away in early 2020 (we were able to hold a beautiful, well attended memorial service for him right before the first lockdown, another bit of timing I am still very grateful for).

And as you will also know if you read those previous posts, Mom's mental clarity and ability to look after herself has been going downhill for the last couple years, and despite her overall sweet disposition and gratefulness for everything I was doing, by Dec. 2024 I was at my wits' end and really close to burning out. Only a blessed last-minute increase in respite care, thanks to a pilot program coordinated by my local hospital and Alzheimer's Society, enabled me to keep going while I waited and prayed for a long term care placement for Mom.

That being said, we'd already been warned that it could be up to five years before Mom got an offer, because despite her acute nerve pain attacks, chronic vertigo and increasing cognitive issues, she was not considered to be "in crisis". (I was definitely having a crisis as her caregiver, but that didn't count.) So from an outside perspective, it looked unlikely if not downright impossible that we would find a place within the next 12-18 months, unless Mom had a major health crisis.

Despite that, though, I had a strange deep-down confidence that something was going to change soon. In fact, part of me really felt sure that it would happen by spring at the latest. Now this was a bewildering feeling to have, because I am one of the least mystical woo-woo people in the world, and objectively it didn't seem likely to happen at all. So I found myself praying that God would keep me from clinging to false hopes (if they were false) and prepare me not to be discouraged or bitter if my feeling turned out to be groundless.

But I also found myself praying, "Lord, I don't how this is going to work out with Mom, but I look forward to praising you for whatever you're going to do." Because I remembered how things had gone with my Dad's care, and how the best plans I had in mind turned out to be not nearly as wise or good as the way God arranged it in the end.

Anyway, a number of things happened in December that made me question my belief that Mom would be best off in long term care, despite all the efforts I'd gone to choosing the right places for her. I took her to see the closest home on our list, thinking it would be a positive experience and put some of her fears to rest, but EVERYTHING about that tour was a disaster. It was far too big, and noisy, and overwhelming, and my mom kept saying "I could never go to a place like that, I would be totally lost. I'd rather be out on the street."

So I ended up having to take that particular home off the list, which brought our options from three down to two and made it even less likely to get a room offer. But that experience did make very clear what kind of place Mom wanted -- small, homey, quiet, and easy to navigate, with fellow residents she could talk to, and ideally some opportunity for Christian fellowship. Unfortunately, I didn't know of a single long term care home in our area that fit that description.

Until the first week of January 2025, when I joined my regular Zoom prayer meeting with three women from my old church. And as I was telling them about my difficulties, one of them said, "Oh, I wish your mom could go to the home where [a woman who also used to go to our church] is living! It would be so perfect for her!"

Now, I had heard plenty about that woman and the wonderful Mennonite assisted living home she'd moved into a few months earlier, but I never thought it could be a fit for my Mom. However, after that conversation I looked up the home's website and realized that not only was the place much closer than I'd thought it was, it sounded like they might actually be able to provide the level of care Mom needed.

I called the care home. We had a good, thorough talk about Mom's needs. I set up an appointment for a tour. And from the instant I stepped in the door, I knew this was the place our family had been praying for. Not only was it newly renovated, small, quiet and cozy, offering home-style meals and regular church services, there was a lovely vacant room with a view that immediately made me think, "This is Mom's room."

Long story short -- and skipping over a multitude of other unexpected blessings and mercies of God along the way -- we moved Mom into her new apartment in mid-February. They even allowed us to paint the room her favourite colour, and set it up with all the furniture and pictures she needed to make it feel like home, before we brought her in. And since then, she's been getting all the medical and personal care she needs, I've been able to enjoy regular visits with her while also having a life of my own again, and despite having had twelve acute pain episodes over the six months before the move, Mom has not had even one attack since she got there.

Despite all the hardships, discouragements, seeming dead ends, and other ups and downs of the past year -- even because of them, in some cases -- God has been faithful and very, very good. So I am keeping the promise I made a few months ago, when all seemed utterly hopeless, and praising Him for what He's done.

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art i did for yno anniversary last year. made in ms paint

[ae-cha08]

When we become frustrated with God’s apparent delay in answering our prayer, it is good to remember that He is interested in developing faith and perseverance in our character (James 1:2-4). Wait on the Lord!

[worminnat-truther]

art

[lezhuntrr]

I love inviting eggy 'guys' on grindr over and fucking them with a lesbian flag hanging down right above my headboard. Like it's so fun, and I'm always so curious how they feel about it. Does it turn them on to touch me and defile my lesbian purity in front of a symbol devoting me to it? Does it make them giddy getting to do something only girls get to do? Maybe it helps them realize how much fun dykes are and what a good reason to transition we are 🥰

in love with this ask. yes, yes, and yes it does, this is practically your duty as a lesbian 🥰 it’s simple when you think about it, “guys” looking to do what only women can in the most brusquely literal way; so often times there’s really only so much further they need to be pushed, and your lesbian pussy makes a perfect target to help them understand what they really need. of course we wanna defile you while you’re showing off what you are, how your sexuality is totally separate from me; of course we wanna make you feel better than other girls were able to; of course we wanna be the exception 🥰 people always talking about fucking lesbians straight, but they forget how straight guys are lesbianized at the same time… have fun showing boys that gateway taste of dykiness, know your cunt is gonna end up the reason some of them make themselves into fellow lesbians 🥰💞🩷🤍🧡

[klaufir]

[thespiritualencourager]

God is not deaf to your groaning prayers, the ones that come from the core of your being (Romans 8:26). He knows your deep longings, your desires for His kingdom to come, your yearnings to be “set free from [creation’s] bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God” (Romans 8:21). He is coming to fulfill every righteous desire beyond your wildest imaginings.

He knows what He’s doing and by employing the element of surprise in glorious purposes He humbles human pride, catches satan off-guard (Luke 12:39), and, wonderfully, heightens our joy when the answers come.

So keep praying and cultivate patient, long-suffering faith. There will be a day when you find Him unexpectedly at the well of your deepest thirst.

— Jon Bloom

[keysatthecrossroad]

Hekáte, Goddess of the Crossroads,

Mistress of sacred spaces,

Of hidden truths,

Of lost dreams,

Hekáte, Queen of the Liminal,

Lady of the dark,

Of transition,

Of truth seekers,

Hekáte, Mother of All,

Guide us we beg, so we may find our way!

[yourthirdparent]

what do you think would have happened if junho took inhos hand on the cliff

first of all. god i wish. second of all unfortunately i don't think he ever would. i have the feeling that even if he wasn't in shock and horrified he still wouldn't. he would need to want inho more than he values his morality, and i think his attention to morality came at least in part from how much he looked up to inho as a kid. so. it's either inho or the values inho gave him. and in order to make him choose inho, they would both have to be different people.

however if he Did take it. if they were the right people in the right moment. if junho didn't feel sick whenever he thought of inho doing something immoral. if he was no longer the kid that sobbed into his knees when he heard about inho being discharged for bribery. he would simply stay in the penthouse. inho wouldn't want him participating in the games even as a guard. while it would ensure junho's safety more than it would if he were a player, he'd still be in great danger. being a guard isn't safe. kinda comes with the territory.

so inho keeps him in the penthouse and only lets him out if he begs for days on end to leave. and even then he ensures the evidence is all destroyed first and makes junho swear never to tell about the games. makes sure he knows that if the police find out then inho's very life will be in danger. and junho doesn't want that. wouldn't have considered turning him in for a second.

and maybe junho never leaves. maybe the first time he leaves the island is with inho. during the period between games. and maybe they go home together. and they'll never be apart.

[heavenpureheart]