What I meant:I'm kneeling in front of my mirror, spritzing water and applying 2-3 different products to my hair in sections so it doesn't dry out, get tangled, and break off while I sleep (on my satin pillowcase). Hopefully I'll be asleep within the hour.
ur mom hands u a glass of orange juice. u take a sip. its not orange juice. its stirred egg yolks. u spit them all out. u ask ur mom why. she turns around. its not ur mom. its me. ur mom is gone. im ur mother now
these old spice commercials have been getting really crazy lately
“You don’t stop brushing your teeth because you’re tired, so don’t stop exercising!”—From a “thriving during the medicine clerkship” PDF I found online. Hoping I can apply that to all my clerkships. I start on surgery in six days and I’m scurrrred.
“I’m in for the night.”—Although I probably won’t be going to sleep for another 5 hours, I’ve taken my make up off, changed clothes and wrapped my hair, so I cannot accompany you to the club (via blackproverbs)
What men don’t understand is that women are FIERCELY PROTECTIVE of underage girls because we remember when we were young and some adult man made us uncomfortable or manipulated us or was inappropriate with us and we were powerless.
We once read in a book that sin is like an obnoxious yapping dog on the outside of a door. We may let this stupid little dog in because it says things like, ‘Don’t worry, I won’t bite. It’s no big deal. I’m not going to hurt anyone. I just want to come inside.’
Then we open the door, and the little dog leaps at our legs and starts biting. Many Christians realize the mistake of letting this yapping dog inside of their houses, but then they don’t know what to do. They try to tame the dog. When that doesn’t work, they kick themselves for letting the dog in. Instead of kicking themselves, they need to be kicking out the dog that’s biting their leg.
”—From “Don’t Date Naked” by Michael and Amy Smalley
I am His, by Him created; I am His, by Him redeemed; I am twice His, by original right and by purchase; I am His, and He will defend me, He will correct me, He will make use of me, He will love me, He will delight in me. I am my beloved’s, and no one else possesses either right or power over me, except according to His will. He is mine, and all that is mine is His. All my sin, all my weakness, all my condemnation, all my misery, all my fears, all my shortcomings, I give to Him. They are His. His strength is my strength, His righteousness my righteousness, His wisdom, His holiness, His salvation, and His God is my God. His Father is my Father. His brethren my brethren. And His heaven my home. For I belong to Him, and He is mine.
Being a Presbyterian won’t save you from sin. It may take the joy out of if, but it won’t save you from sin. That is just the difficulty in many partly changed lives. The joy of the thing is gone. But the fact of sinning is not, it is still there.
To indulge in joyless sinning is no joy. You have just enough religion to make you miserable by your sinning, and not enough to make you masterful by our Savior. Then where is the snag? Is this the best that Christianity can bring? Some modern theologians frankly say yes. And they continue going around muttering ‘God have mercy upon us.’