raining:
sitting close to a window, sure to hear and see the raindrops fall
candles lit, fairy lights strung, the soft orange glow of warmth surrounding you
a desk cluttered, but organised
a laptop with its brightness on low
or a journal spread open with pens ready to be used
quiet
morning:
the soft morning sunlight hitting your (note)books
the scribble of the pen scratching across the paper, writing and memorising
a cup of tea or coffee, the damp curling through the air above it
the soft rattle of music playing in the background
hearing the world wake up along with you
night:
the tired ache of your body after having lived through another day
your mind tired in a way that it won't get distracted easily
sitting down at the desk, on the couch, but steering clear from the bed for fear of falling asleep too soon
candles lit, tea made
either staying in your day clothes or deciding to get ready first
the clean feel of your face as you ready yourself for your study session
library:
walking through the rows of books to find a quiet place
hearing the murmurs of other students trying to grasp their mind around their study materials
the table in the back corner of the library, a big window in front, lined with bookshelves on either side
setting your stuff down and making that little place yours, if only just for a little while
working away, not noticing time go by, suddenly the soft glow of golden hour falls onto your work
the quiet murmurs and laughs of other students have faded away
being proud of what you've achieved
It's amazing to know just how much our faith would grow if we spent less time telling God about our problems and started speaking words of faith over those problems instead.
In my storm I would always complain about my feelings, but nothing changed. I complained about what I lacked, but nothing changed. I would complain about how things looked like they were not going to workout, but still nothing changed. But I realized that nothing was changing because my words were not changing.
God knew how I felt, what I lacked, and how things looked - not only was He fully aware, He was the One in total control. He wanted me to understand that, and start speaking words of change into my situation instead of just complain.
If the hair on our heads are numbered, then every word we speak must be recorded. If God is listening, and you can bet the world He is, then He wants to hear words that will cause Him to move, and nothing will do that like words of faith.
So speak to your situation words of faith and be consistent in doing so. If you know God has opened a door for you that no man can close, then confess that!
If you know your latter days are going to be greater than your former, confess that!
If you know God is working your situation out to your advantage, confess that!
Confess words of faith and watch how things begin to change in your favor!
by Jeffrey McDaniel
In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond, I know she’s used up all her words, so I slowly whisper I love you thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe.
Four weeks already in the operating room with anaesthesiology department 👩⚕️
a literary discovered a new word even tho it’s not my first time in the OR , what makes the difference is being there from the beginning to the end of anaesthesia and making sure the patient is stable throughout the procedure
A gentle reminder for when things don’t feel okay. The sun will shine on you, and the moon will smile at you, and things will feel okay again with time. ♡
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Hindu Saheban! It is not understood in the books of Gita, Vedas, Puranas that how Sanatani Puja came to an end and how Sanatani Puja will be resurrected. Must read the sacred book,
"Hindu saheban! nhi samjhe geeta ,ved,puran."
John 3:16
😊For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
sometimes the voice of silence is fury; the mausoleum inside your heart.
i want a love that tastes like poetry
I’ll admit, I’m going to miss the little wizard guy. However I do like this thing where they completely change their logo randomly every few months.
I’ve started a collection:
December is a myth for the poets. They think they'll find love before the year ends, but all that's left in the end are their unsent love letters and half written poems.