Um. Dear People who say that God laughs when Fags die.
GEE. IF GOD LAUGHED WHENEVER A FAG DIED, THEN HE WOULDN’T EVEN HAVE BOTHERED TO GIVE THEM A LIFE IN THE FIRST PLACE.
And if God hated fags, then He wouldn’t even have bothered to let them live.
You people who claim to be a believer and follower of God, who still genuinely call people fags and mistreat them, obviously have no clue what you believe in. Or you know what you believe—or what you think you believe…but it’s seriously wrong. Because God loves His creation. And fine, I do believe homosexuality is a sin. But God HATES the SIN, LOVES the sinner.
And everyone always questions why God never seems to do anything to help the poor: We were put on this earth to LOVE people. WE were given dominion over the earth…not to do evil and hurt others but to LOVE on others the way God sent His son to love us.
And I’m pretty sure calling people fags and seeking to hurt them is not love.
..And that’s just one of the many things that we are at fault with.
We need to do a better job at loving others you guys. We all do.
The Truth About Beauty.
- God: What is your definition of Beauty?
- Me: Oh, Don't ask me that......
- God: What is your definition of Beauty?
- Me: I--...
- God: You see the Problem is that you're definition and perception of beauty has conformed to that of Society's. You see Beauty as being tall, skinny, light skin, colored eyes--
- Me: Well because THAT is what everyone falls for. That's how it is!
- God: But don't you see that that entire mentality is faulty? Why? Because it makes others feel UNWORTHY. I did not create my children for them to feel unworthy. I did not send my son to die on the cross so that my people would feel UNWORTHY. I sent Him to prove to my people that they are worth SO MUCH MORE than they could ever imagine. The problem with the society's definition of beauty is that it completely limits what true beauty is. True beauty is of the heart. True beauty is of a thoughtful mind that thinks good thoughts. True beauty lives in you, and radiates from the inside, out. You see my child, I created you to be beautiful not only on the inside, but also on the outside. Look at yourself in the mirror, child. You always see your flaws. You always focus on the imperfections that no one else even cares about. Satan wants you to only see your faults, whereas I long for you to see all the beauty in every little thing that the world sees as an "imperfection." You were made beautiful. I did not make a mistake when I made you, and YOU might think that I did. But I spent time. I fabricated every single part of your being. So look at yourself and tell me that you are not beautiful. Because you see, I see every part of you and I made every single part beautiful. Your hands, your skin, your face, your eyes, your legs, your feet.....Stop believing that you don't measure up, because you measure far beyond the limited view of Beauty. Their view of beauty falters and dies down, but my beauty that I instilled in you is everlasting. It will never die. You are beautiful. Don't buy in to the lie. You are beautiful. Don't cry because someone says you are not good enough. You are good enough, you are beautiful. You are worth so much more than this and you need to see that. No more crying because all you see are your IMPERFECTIONS. You have no imperfections. You are beautiful. The heart shall be made pure under my light, mercy, and love, but child--know that because of my love, I created you to be beautiful. And beautiful is what you are. Beautiful is what you will be. Beautiful is what you will remain. So as you finish with my words, take it to heart. And do not be deceived when the testing and trials come. When the world begins to throw you the lies that say YOU ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH, remember all that I did for you. Remember that I made you with my own hands. Know that before I even knit you together in your mother's womb, I knew my plan for you. I knew you by name. I knew you. I know you. You are beautiful. Never forget that. My child, my beautiful child, I love you so very much.
