Have you ever learned the beautiful art of letting God take care of you and giving all your thought and strength to pray for others and for the kingdom of God? It will relieve you of a thousand cares.
Dear Father, help me to continually be in prayer and not to give up. Thank You for Your love that helps me persevere.
Our Daily Bread
Irgendwann wirst auch du ans Ziel kommen
The magic of being naked in a bed, just hugged strong.
was such a pleasure to work on this for Northwestern University Women’s Center here in the Chi 💜🏳️⚧️
the theme of harm reduction hit home really hard at this time when rights to bodily autonomy are being stripped away for so many of us in the US.
read more on the annual theme here, which draws upon the book “saving our own lives”, which expands this concept of care not just for drug users, but with sex workers, disabled people and incarcerated folks as well, all this being spearheaded largely by trans, black and/or latinx activists. was a joy to draw just that :’)
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Reason to Live #8690
One of the reasons to keep living: your childhood self, they deserve a good ending. – Guest Submission
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We may be asking God to help us deal with a stressor, but we’re also connecting with Him, which can provide a peace “which transcends all understanding”.
Our Daily Bread
LORD, WE KNOW THERE IS NO GOOD ORDER EXCEPT THAT WHICH WE CREATE...
Azrael's expression did not change.
THERE IS NO HOPE BUT US. THERE IS NO MERCY BUT US. THERE IS NO JUSTICE. THERE IS JUST US.
The dark, sad face filled the sky.
ALL THINGS THAT ARE, ARE OURS. BUT WE MUST CARE. FOR IF WE DO NOT CARE, WE DO NOT EXIST. IF WE DO NOT EXIST, THEN THERE IS NOTHING BUT BLIND OBLIVION.
AND EVEN OBLIVION MUST END SOME DAY. LORD, WILL YOU GRANT ME JUST A LITTLE TIME? FOR THE PROPER BALANCE OF THINGS. TO RETURN WHAT WAS GIVEN. FOR THE SAKE OF PRISONERS AND THE FLIGHT OF THE BIRDS.
Death took a step backward.
It was impossible to read expression in Azrael's features.
Death glanced sideways at the servants.
LORD, WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT FOR THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?
Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man