#what is manna

[andrewpcannon]

Daily Devotional: Exodus 16:1-21

Manna, a light film of secreted honeydew left when insects consumed the sap from the Rimth Shrub in the Desert of Sinai—still collected and used as an ingredient in the modern day. The Israelites did not know about the naturally occurring food. Like we see in God’s command about purifying bitter water (Genesis 15:22-27), here we see God teaching Israel about His creation—particularly how to…

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Me: I am interested in judaism ONLY. Show me content about jewish life, intellectualism, history, and daily life

The Algorithm, apparently: does this mean you're interested in mormonism... how about jehova's witness............... this is all you'll get recommended by the way

[queenlucythevaliant]

Manna tasted good! We're told it tasted like wafers made with honey. God didn't just give his people empty sustenance, he gave them a food that tasted nice. More than anything, it reminds me of the imaginary food that my sister invented when we were kids: it was supposed to taste like sugar but be as healthy as broccoli. Manna tasted sweet, and yet it sustained God's people. What grace!

(... And then the people complained about it. But still, doesn't knowing what manna tasted like frame the issue differently? They weren't tired of eating dry saltines, they were being given sweet honey cakes and still they rejected it!)

[piduai]

mutsu and sakamoto and their kaientai is a very underutilized but rather charming faction, she's a former human trafficking pirate princess and essentially a powerhouse with a deadpan stoic personality and a nerd side, and he's a silly affable charismatic goofy nepo baby with a natural talent for business, and the kaientai is made of former slaves whom they rescued, and they do space trade. both of them have good character designs and are visually harmonious and pleasing. this alone is a good premise for a mediocre 12 episode one cour anime, with a bit of imagination and under the guide of a good balanced hand it could be even good. it could be even good

[babsbabbles]

"I will not throw out something that is very good because it is not perfect"

— Ralph Brandt // The Seven Churches

[lavendermanna]

flicking my lighter gf's strike wheel so she impotently shoots out sparks but refusing to fill her up w/ fluid no matter how much she sputters and begs so she cant get the satisfaction of feeling the flame come out

[seirosu]

before writing , i want to take some time to share some background context for this interpretation of seiros . without going deep into the specifics of fe3h's lore's timeline , this blog's canon point is approximately somewhere vaguely around imperial year 1 ; or , well over 1000 years prior to the events of fe3h . the adrestian empire exists , although its state is very much so in infancy yet and does not span far beyond enbarr itself and smaller villages in the region .

the official war of heroes starts ~ year 32 , although , the time spanning before was an era of increasing danger within fodlan , filled with skirmishes and conflicts among small groups . perhaps the appearance of seiros and word of the goddess that at one time smited the agarthans stirred those who slither . in any case , the lands are tumultuous yet and conflict is constant ( although awareness to the root of the problem is contained primarily to those close within wilhelm and seiros' close circle ) .

oh shit . i forgot to say : seiros know of nemesis . hates that bitch . but the man's not shown face for a while . he appears and disappears . v sneaky snek . neither have posse'd up enough to actually engage in a war , but they have had conflicts .

the church of seiros as an organization is not quite established yet . its tenets and beliefs are there , and spreading , and many refer to themselves as being followers of seiros in a quasi-religious sense . its an ideology , but not yet an institution . there aren't widespread rituals or places of worship, but there are a set of shared beliefs about the world at large and the belief in the goddess per seiros' prophecies .

aligned with the budding empire , wilhelm and seiros work closely in tandem , essentially sharing the same desire to establish a common set of common ethics/laws to the land , uniting smaller villages and supplying support in defending against the banditry that was intensifying . wilhelm and seiros laid the groundwork in tandem to combat the crime ravaging the fodlan continent , which . . .

anyways , there is a lot to dig into , but this is where i'll leave off for now .

[mannakete]

from this trope sorter

here's the last half

what does this tell you about me i wonder. (don't answer that. or do. the floor is open)

(I picked it up from my buddy @mono-frog so everyone should have some fun if they want to.)

[fellstcr]

     manna is terrorizing me

[davedocrogers]

What is feeding you?

Manna in the Word:What is feeding you?…What feeds us is more than food for our body. What are we allowing in? What are we feeding our minds? Our spirits? Jesus said it is what we let in, to be wary of the doctrine of some. Matthew 16.6-12 Paul put it this way: “A little leaven spoils the whole lump.”Galatians 5.9-16 Life is not in just what we feed our bodies.Life, lasting life, is in what…

[granonine]

Jehovah Jireh: God Provides

Joshua 5:10-12. And the children of Israel encamped in Gilgal, and kept the passover on the fourteenth day of the month at even in the plains of Jericho. And they did eat of the old corn of the land on the morrow after the passover, unleavened cakes, and parched corn in the selfsame day. And the manna ceased on the morrow after they had eaten of the old corn of the land; neither had the…

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Eating meat to honor the fact that the Israelites couldn't 💪💪💪

[midnightprayertroops]

Daily Devotional "What About The Holy Spirit"

Daily Devotional “What About The Holy Spirit”Be different!September 10, 2023 “The one who keeps His commandments abides in Him, and He in him. And we know by this that He abides in us, by the Spirit which He has given us” (1 John 3:24). Because the Holy Spirit affects every area of the Christian life, it is vital that we have a balanced and correct view of His role. The church’s understanding…

[unoreversecowgirl]

me, time traveling to the middle ages to LARP as an angel and offer takis and red bull to the children: “behold, manna from Heaven.”

[andrewpcannon]

Daily Devotional: Exodus 16:22-36

God kept the manna from appearing on the sabbath day. Even though they had enough, some Israelites go out to gather more on the sabbath day despite God’s instruction for them to rest. Before the Law is even given, the people refuse to keep God’s instructions. God has given the people the sabbath and provided for them, and they still do not follow His instructions.  We often have in mind all that…

[muzansfangs]

Imagine Douma’s first real emotion is jealousy and/or anger (alongside some horniness), and you being the cause of it, meaning he will be letting it all out on you.

Jealousy.

Starring: Douma x f!reader; Akaza;

Format: drabble;

Warnings: nsfw, jealousy, lust, first time Douma actually experiences a human emotion, possessive behaviour, dom!Douma, sub!reader, rough sex, biting, fear play, unprotected sex, mention to bruises, vaginal sex, dirty talk;

Plot: He had always desired to feel something. From the dreadful emotions to the blissful ones. When his multicolored eyes landed on you back then, Douma knew you might have helped him to feel less of an empty shell. Surely, he did not expect to feel sick at the sight of his ‘best friend’ conversing with you.

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“What did you do to me, huh?” Douma rasped out, hands pinning your twitching ones above your head, whilst his hips smacked against yours in a steady and brutal tempo. He demanded an answer, he wanted to hear an explanation from you, he yearned for coherent words to roll out of your tongue and not those high-pitched cries and moans filling the air as he occasionally hit your cervix.

You witch, you had clearly casted a spell on him. If it was not for your human nature, he would have probably blamed it on a demonic technique. He felt so sick.

If only he knew what your proximity, what his lust over your pretty face and body would have caused to him, he would have probably ignored you at the local festival the infamous night you met. He should have devoured you. After all, it was what demons did: they ate humans. Then again, he had not felt that urge, primal desire to consume you to the bone back then. Something had stopped him and, naturally, he took it as a manna from the Heaven.

Years of clinical apathy, centuries spent in observing people interacting and chattering in ways he could not comprehend, eager to mimic their emotions, to experience them too for real. He thought he had grasped the essence of them all, the feeling they caused. Why? Faking them should have been the equivalent of manifesting them.

It all turned out to be useless, in the end. He had always wanted to feel something, whatever it was that life had gifted him with. The salty tears streaming down his face, when he pretended to be heartbroken in front of his followers, had never actually tasted bitter and found himself hoping they did now. He had never felt the typical pang of sorrow in his chest, prelude to a meltdown, or the lump in his throat hard to swallow for the very first time before bursting into a desperate cry. He had always feigned his emotions, especially the dreadful ones people tried to escape. Still, he had tried to imagine what those sensetions would have felt like for real.

But, oh dear, did it feel horrendous now that he was affected by one of them.

You writhed underneath him, squirming, sweat beading your forehead as he thrusted into you with a cold brutality he had never showed before. You knew he could not be in love with you, his heart had never been blessed with the capacity of feeling that surge of positive energy and dizzying emotions all people did. Yet, you did love him and you had chosen to stay by his side. For that, Douma lavished you, he showered you in exepensive gifts, he gave you honors, he treated you with care.

The beast hovering over you now, though, was not your loving boyfriend. It was a pissed off Upper Moon, whose fangs were bared and claws were scraping your tender flesh. His cock, engorged and twitching, was bullying your gummy, delicate walls with ferocity to get answers from you. He was going insane.

“I did n-nothing!” you choked out, screwing your eyes shut as he scoffed and shook his head.

“Don’t lie to my face! You talked to him! You sang! You treated him the way you treat me! How dare you?” Douma seethed, a vein popping on the side of his head as he brought his mouth down to yours in a searing kiss. Your blood had run cold for a split second. Those pearly fangs, sharp enough to rip out your throat, had dangerously grazed your jaw and finally bit down onto your bottom lip. The metallic taste of blood on your tongue a warning to take matters in your hands.

You knew what had happened, what was going on with him right now. It took you by surprise, but he was going through the different stages of jealousy. Currently, taking it all out on you was the last one.

The root of his envy and anger was the way you, his companion, were beaming at his so-called best friend. You had heard so many stories about Akaza that you had been dying to know him. He was a kind demon, at least to women. Striking up a conversation with him came natural to you, therefore you had offered the Upper Rank Three to sing for him like you did to Douma.

A smile, a sweet and innocent smile of yours had been the final straw.

The sound of pottery smashing, your look of concern when Douma coldly demanded Akaza to leave, and the way he had easily sliced his arm off of his body at his refusal to leave you with him in his moment of instability, were all you could recall before he had you moaning out his name onto his bed. You were struggling to endure this pleasurable torture. You had lost the count of how many orgasms he had denied you. With a blurry vision, you arched your back to lock your legs behind the small of his back.

“J-Jealousy! You’re feeling something! This— Ah! This is jealousy, D-Douma!” you blurted out, only for him to still his thrusts and push further down onto the mattress.

Jealousy. Disgusting feeling, a lame one. Out of everything he could learn to experience, Douma had been sentenced to endure such a deplorable emotion.

He snorted, hand grasping your jaw as his tongue lapped at the small cut on your lower lip, still bleeding “Jealousy, huh? If that’s the case, you can fix it, right? Be a dear and stay away from any man in the Temple, at the village, down to the cities and at the Infinity Castle” he snarled, the glint of malice making his kaleidoscopic eyes even more mystical in the dim light provided by the candles on the nightstand.

His, permanently, caged and strangled by his consuming love. This was your fate, for you were his and no one else’s.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! Oh, how dearly I had missed writing for my favorite upper moon. Thanks for this thirst, anon! I hope you enjoyed the meal!

Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

X O X O

TAGS: @doumadono @mrskokushibo because we started a cult with the upper moons✨