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Monogamy, better yet matrimony, is what we were made for. Sex before it just complicates things. I’m not here to judge, but let’s not neglect the what ifs because I know what that does.

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When I set out to pursue peace I am often tempted to say “but they!”. I have to reel my soul back in & be like “hey!…worry about yourself.”

Look at this line up man! What an awesome opportunity to “tell the world”! :D …So many voices. … I’ll pray God’s would be the loudest. Lets pray for @lecrae y’all. #RockTheBells #2013 #pray #Jesussaves

Look at this line up man! What an awesome opportunity to “tell the world”! :D …So many voices. … I’ll pray God’s would be the loudest. Lets pray for @lecrae y’all. #RockTheBells #2013 #pray #Jesussaves

I be like “Maybe we could just start at the beginning” LOL! ;P s/o to the future Bae I’ma learn to turn up in the kitchen before you get here. Haha.

I be like “Maybe we could just start at the beginning” LOL! ;P s/o to the future Bae I’ma learn to turn up in the kitchen before you get here. Haha.

"You cannot believe them when they tell you, you’re great, because you’ll believe them when they tell you you’re not. Know who God created you to be…"

Humility is not only for when you agree you are wrong. Ain’t nobody ever been more right than Jesus. My Lord was humble. GOD was humble. Even when I’m “right”, how dare I be proud like God didn’t give me that wisdom. You have NO RIGHT to pride. You have no bragging rights, except to boast in Christ. EVER. And that our unclean lips could even utter such a holy name is grace amazing. Be humble.

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“I know Im buggin’ Im like ‘where ya motha at?’ So I could. Personally. Thank ha.” ;P 😍 #life

“I know Im buggin’ Im like ‘where ya motha at?’ So I could. Personally. Thank ha.” ;P 😍 #life

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The girls. #tbt

The girls. #tbt

Tags: tbt

Heard the story of a woman named Joy Mcclain this morning via Nancy Leigh Demoss’ Revive our hearts. My heart was broken. The story was one most importantly (Most would probably say) of reconciliation and redemption (of a broken marriage and family) but somehow I couldn’t help but see most acutely the Pain. And so I cried and cried.

… I spent most of my life dreaming of love, chasing counterfeits, YEARNING for love… It’s unthinkable to me that something you wanted so bad and loved so deeply and passionately, that one day you could single-handedly destroy it w/o a care in the world, like you never loved at all…or that you could one day decide you don’t want it anymore or “fell out of it” just because, well “that’s life”… That someone you formerly adored could make you so sick today. That you could live together separately. That a child you prayed for you could one day wash your hands with or that a mother who was once your sidekick you could one day not be able to say the last time you really spoke or touched eachother. That a daughter would one day say my mothers bday was yesterday and i felt no compulsion to call. And I had to Fight everything in me to believe anything is worth it.

Jesus, come.