#My mom's situation was specific to her

[deadinarussianelevator]

Hello! I came here to ask what exactly forgiveness is and how do you know when you've forgiven someone? (I am sending this to multiple Christian blogs who I respect and can send anonymous messages to)

Hello! Thank you for including me in the people you ask :) Forgiveness is no longer holding an offense against someone. So, say someone has wronged you, and they apologize. You acknowledge their apology, and decide to no longer hold what they did to you over them. Sometimes this happens easily, sometimes it takes time. Forgiveness, I would also say, does not mean everything goes on as if nothing happened.

My mom, to me, is a great example of this. Her biological Father was an alcoholic, verbally abusive, cheated on my grandma constantly, and murdered his own mother. My grandma took my mom and uncle and fled him when my mom was just 8 years old. He eventually went to prison, and was released when i was in middle school. I distinctly remember my mom realizing she needed to forgive her father. From that point forward, she was able to reflect on that relationship without feeling bitterness, hatred, and anger. Now, that didn't mean that she was like, "Ah, I need to be besties with my bio dad now". It did mean, though, that after he was released from prison, she was one of the only people who would check in every now and then to make sure he was alive. She didn't see him all the time or anything (most of the time he was homeless as a result of his alcoholism) but she was able to care for him a bit at the end of his life when he was in various nursing homes because she'd let go of the resentment and bitterness. But yeah. Idk. I think that kind of forgiveness is only possible because of what Christ did for us on the cross.

I also think of Corrie Ten Boom, who forgave a Nazi guard who she remembered from the concentration camp her and her sister were in. It's best to quote it directly:

It was at a church service in Munich that I saw him, the former S.S. man who had stood guard at the shower room door in the processing center at Ravensbruck. He was the first of our actual jailers that I had seen since that time. And suddenly it was all there—the roomful of mocking men, the heaps of clothing, Betsie’s pain-blanched face. He came up to me as the church was emptying, beaming and bowing. “How grateful I am for your message, Fraulein.” he said. “To think that, as you say, He has washed my sins away!” His hand was thrust out to shake mine. And I, who had preached so often to the people in Bloemendaal the need to forgive, kept my hand at my side. Even as the angry, vengeful thoughts boiled through me, I saw the sin of them. Jesus Christ had died for this man; was I going to ask for more? Lord Jesus, I prayed, forgive me and help me to forgive him. I tried to smile, I struggled to raise my hand. I could not. I felt nothing, not the slightest spark of warmth or charity. And so again I breathed a silent prayer. Jesus, I cannot forgive him. Give Your forgiveness. As I took his hand the most incredible thing happened. From my shoulder along my arm and through my hand, a current seemed to pass from me to him, while into my heart sprang a love for this stranger that almost overwhelmed me. And so I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world’s healing hinges, but on His. When He tells us to love our enemies, He gives, along with the command, the love itself.

(I tear up every time I read that part, it just makes me weep. Go read The Hiding Place if you haven't already and just. Weep and love it.)

How do you know you've forgiven someone? a) did you surrender it to God? b) when you think of that person, do you think of the wrong they did, or has it faded into the background? Have you let go of bitterness and resentment?

I hope that helps? Feel free to ask me more questions :)

[landfilloftrash]

accidentally made Eno obsessed with shrimp. how did we get here.

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

my 1 (one) stardew opinion is shane should not have won the bachelor poll

[the-lark-ascending69]

Lumity is very cute but it seems like the kind of ship that would have a fandom so toxic it'd make you dislike the ship in time and I think that's sad.

[heartshattering]

5 AM

Just me and my overactive mind facing the nighttime again 🙃

[teaandinanity]

It continues to give me the warm fuzzies that basically every person at work has said they'll miss me. And it's not really utility, even if I'm useful; I am not in a critical position. There are many people who can do the things I do, even if the majority are less experienced. I'm not management, or a lynchpin, just a long-time worker bee.

But people like me, and I just handled a Crisis Situation well enough that the AD took the time to personally thank me, and my manager was like 'not only am I willing to be a reference you can use my personal phone number if that's easier' and even some of the newest additions said they're going to miss me on desk, and I just.

I love my job and my coworkers and it's really nice that the people there know it and love me back.

[golden--doodler]

@br1ghtestlight mentioning Cheaty Cheaty Bang Bang made me remember this moment, which is probably my favorite moment in the episode. Bob’s panic is just too hilarious and relatable 🤣

I was actually laughing while screen-recording this because it’s just too good. I’ll never get over the “My butt” ☠️

With this scene as evidence, you cannot look me in the eye and tell me that Bob isn’t Autistic. He’s so bad at communication, bless him 😭

I’ll always be grateful to Light for bringing this theory/headcanon to my attention because it’s so glorious and real.

[theophagie]

Kairi's unresponsiveness during the final battle in KH3 is so infuriating and so many of the excuses people make for it are utter crap to me... I don't think it should slide, but at least I can concede that she may have done nothing when Terranort attacked her because of her past with him, but not fighting back at all when Xemnas grabbed her? Bruh... literally all they did was say "we have Got to shove this girl in the fridge no matter what". Lea went through the same training as her and got his ass handed to him as well, but at least he had multiple things to fall back on when that failed (reuniting with Roxas and Xion, his whole deal with Isa). Kairi didn't even have that...........

[youremyonlyhope]

why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up

[bmpmp3]

i need more variety of relationships in my ocs, most of them are either besties, worsties, or like. coworkers. i barely even have any ocs with siblings

[cinnamoontopography]

In our soft skills course we had to do the routine practice exercise of engaging with patients from different backgrounds who have different challenges. One of them was a highly educated Muslim female patient whose "quirk" was that after this first establishing visit, she wants her husband to be extremely involved in her healthcare decisions and be the "main decision maker." The point of the exercise was not only to challenge biases, but to have a conversation with someone from a different background from you to better understand them. The standardized patient I interacted with in this scenario was not able to do the typical script she was given because she probably didn't expect someone who looked like me to walk in and got sidetracked lol. However, that is the discussion that my classmates had with her. The de-brief we had as a class used this example to make a point about cultural differences. It was definitely annoying to listen to. I do not plan on retraining my brain to be neutral towards these dynamics, even in a clinical setting. Frankly, my first instinct if I came across a woman who has a background from a Muslim-majority country with a husband who is yapping too much is to isolate her and ask her if she is okay with this dynamic and other input. And even if she wants this dynamic, I still would speak to them as a unit where it is clear that she is still a part of the decision-making. Many cultures are misogynistic and suck donkey cock, and I'm not going to blindly go along with a dynamic like that unless the woman herself says so in a safe environment.

That being said, I cannot really write off the exercise as lukewarm surface-level nonsense. Because, this is reality. It may have been presented in a nicey-nice way, but you do have to read between the lines a bit. There are plenty of Muslim women in fuck-ass dynamics who are quite content in said dynamics, and it is not my job to be their liberating savior unless there are bright blinking neon lights that suggest she is in immediate danger. You simply have to meet them in the middle somewhere so you can do your job and meet their needs.

[nulltune]

hakuno has received ... an egg!! that's right, this fragile-seeming, half-phantasmal pod that was nevertheless large enough to take two arms to lift and hold ... was absolute proof that anybody here was not human. a black fog rolls about in the murky, semi-opaque shell, like thick wildfire smoke encased in lighter cigarette fumes. was that nothingness drifting about the center an embyro? regardless, it was up to hakuno to decide what to do with it now. nobody would have blamed her if she handed it off to the authorities in the manner of a dutiful citizen, (after which, it certainly might not see the light of day ever again,) or fed it to a snake just to see what might happen. the enormous pool of blood is quite telling of an unfortunate mishap as well, yet the egg says nothing, its inhabitant fast asleep and subdued. who knew when it might wake up and be born again? who knew what, or even who, it would be born as, into?

unprompted,  always accepting !   @tenkoseiensei  ♡

there had been no issue in transporting the item to her quarters,  though to the unassuming they'd think it to be a workload ill - suited for a lady of her stature,  the size of it merely obscuring her sight,  but such a thing didn't matter when one had the route to their destination memorized perfectly.  there was no delay to her movement speed,  nothing particularly of note.  if anything,  it was the blood that was ...  unpleasant.  ultimately,  it was inconsequential,  but it lingered in the back of her mind faintly.  the scent of iron,  the knowledge that it must've stained her clothes,  it was so much.  that amount must've resulted from—

the plastic bag tied to a close,  the red color on the fabric still prominent against the translucent material, and hakuno tosses it into the bin.  she washes her hands afterwards,  a sigh coming from her as the water runs clear.  her mind is similarly calm,  no longer distracted by what shouldn't have taken that much of her time,  she returns to the task at hand.

temperature,  humidity,  gaseous environment  —  verified.  it is unclear what stage of incubation the egg is at this moment,  but these conditions should be ideal ...

❛   if there is anything not to your liking,  please let me know.   ❜      she blinks at her own voice,  uncharacteristic for her to speak when alone,  thoughts kept all to herself without an issue—  but,  oh.  vacant eyes turning to the egg  ( carefully kept in an impromtu and specially made area ) ,  cool caramel eyes blink once more.  to already be recognised as a presence by her should signify a sign of life;  at the embryotic stage,  at the very least. 

this was something she should've confirmed at the scene where she'd first stumbled upon it,  but even she could've picked up on the vague sense of a lingering threat.  ‘ instincts ’  had seemed to kick in at that moment,  and although bringing along this large egg was not the ideal choice to make in such a situation,  the thought of leaving it behind was out of the question.

and now that the two of them are within safety,  it seemed that she was able to speak with more ease;  that was the logical conclusion to be made,  anyway.       ❛   do you know what it was that caused that—   ❜       recalling that sight,  hakuno's mouth briefly presses into a thin line.       ❛   —blood spill ?   ❜       it may be out of her field of concern,  but she'll look into it.  though at this moment,  first priority comes to  ...  her guest.

it is ...   what is it,  exactly ?   it looks somewhat ominous,  if she were like a regular person  /  human,  perhaps that would be the conclusion made.  with how she is though,  she merely accepts that as an aspect of this creature  —  the murkiness of its shell covering what lay beneath,  she wondered if it was hiding.  idle thoughts don't last long,  thoughts turning to trying to find out just what this embryo was  —  as it was right now,  she'll have to make do with what little she knew and ensure that the conditions were right for its sake.

it's unlikely.  but,  the possibility of—  being able to hear the sounds and noise of the world around you,  being able to hear everyone,  yet to be unable to utter a single word.  that is ...  so unbearably lonely.  taking a seat next to it,  she faces forward in the same polite way of sitting,  hands folded neatly by her lap.  though her side gaze lingered upon the ..  individual.        ❛   i apologise,  if you are speaking right now,  i'm afraid i cannot hear you.   ❜       what is she even doing ...  well,  to bombard the egg with questions in the first place was odd.  ( not to mention,  rude .. )       ❛   if you would like,  please feel free to speak as much as you'd like when i am able to listen.   ❜

shifting slightly in her position.       ❛   and,  if you have the intellectual capability for it in the future,  please do tell me what it's like—  to be born.   ❜       how curious,  even without any ties connecting the two,  hakuno found that the outcome of the egg perishing was incredibly  ...  unsatisfactory.  could this be the miracle of a life ?       ❛   i wouldn't know.   ❜       i was made,  after all.  whether her creation brought  ‘ joy ’  or  ‘ sadness ’  or maybe nothing at all,  she wouldn't know.  it doesn't matter.  not anymore.

eyes crinkling just a bit,  hakuno resists the urge to pat the egg  —  contact is unnecessary,  lest she do so to turn it for the sake of the incubation process.  instead,  her mind wanders within her still frame.  who are you ?   what are you ?   even without the answers,  she tilts her head to face it fully,  a vague flicker of warmth in the still pools of her eyes.

❛   you have a long life ahead,  i hope you may soon hatch to live it.   ❜

[starlooove]

Fumbled the social interaction 💔

[avo-kat]

one of my fav pictures of me as a kid is from like 2nd grade. im sitting at my desk, my teacher next to me, whos looking at me and kindly explaining that i did something wrong. in front of me is a piece of a paper, with a drawing of a bird on it. i have coloured in the wings of the bird in blue and yellow. my teacher told me i wasnt suppose to color them yet, it even said so in the instructions.

im looking off into the distance, eyes vacant, mouth slightly open, loosely holding onto a blue pen.

[worldofgoo]

telling my mom about a second hand anecdote of how fucked up peoples lives can get when they fall through the cracks of society and my mom immediately jumps into how a bunch of her homeless patients are alcoholics and "dont want help" and dont take their meds so its their fault and how its ridiculous when people "blame the system" because theres two perspectives

[cosmocove]

this is petty n most likely an issue of ive just been exposed to entirely different shit but those posts about how people complaining about redemption arcs is bad bc its important message that people can change is just completely ignoring why people are actually complaining cause the big two examples i can think of for why people complain about redemptions are 1. the redemption is poorly written n ignores and/or retcons the previous seriousness of their wrongdoings just because the writer(s) want them to be good now n its kind of hard to do that if (for example) we take the lives they intentionally n mercilessly killed into account and 2. this character is an abuser but instead of taking accountability n bare minimum apologizing n letting their victim(s) choose whether they wish to still have them in their life the writer(s) choose a narrative where the abuser doesnt really have to change as a person they just dont abuse anyone anymore n the framing is weirdly unsympathetic to their victim(s)