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LLama Loo

🕊️Good Friday We call it Good Friday, and at first glance, that name feels almost out of place. There was nothing gentle about that day. Nothing poetic in the moment itself. It was a day marked by violence, humiliation, & suffering carried out in full view of the world. And yet, across generations, believers have held onto that word—good—because of what was accomplished through it. To understand why, we have to look more closely. Not at the softened images we are used to seeing, but at the reality of what happened. ⸻ When Jesus was arrested, the process that followed was not simply legal or procedural. It quickly became personal. He was blindfolded and struck. Men stood around Him, taking turns hitting His face, taunting Him to identify His attacker. They spat on Him. They mocked Him. This was not discipline—it was contempt unleashed. A crown of thorns was woven together and forced down onto His head. Not placed, but pressed in—sharp points piercing the skin of His scalp, an area rich with blood vessels. The intent was not only pain, but ridicule. A cruel parody of a king. They draped a robe over His shoulders and pretended to honor Him, bowing in mock worship, only to strike Him again moments later. Then came the scourging. Roman scourging was designed to weaken a man to the brink of death. The whip used was embedded with fragments of bone and metal. Each strike tore into the skin, and as it was pulled away, it took flesh with it. What began as lashes quickly became open wounds. Muscle was exposed. Blood loss was severe. Many did not survive this part alone. Afterward, they placed the robe back onto His torn body. Fabric pressed into raw wounds, sticking as the blood began to dry. When it was later pulled away, it reopened everything that had just been inflicted. By this point, the body would have been in shock. Strength nearly gone. And still, the process continued. ✝️ CONTINUED IN COMMENTS ⬇️⬇️⬇️ #Jesus #GoodFriday #Easter #Love #Heisrisen #Atheism

LLama Loo

✨ Prophecy Fulfilled: The Life of Yeshua (Jesus) Sent — From Restoration to Purpose The shoreline had been quiet. A fire, a meal, and a question that reached deeper than failure: Do you love Me? Peter had answered. Not perfectly—but honestly. And in that honesty, something broken had been restored. But restoration was never meant to end at the water’s edge. It was the beginning of something that would carry far beyond it. ⸻ They gathered again in Galilee—not by accident, and not scattered as before, but drawn together by a quiet understanding that something was still unfolding. When they saw Him, they worshiped—still catching up to what their eyes were seeing, still learning how to hold resurrection in their hands without fear. And still, He came to them. He did not wait for their faith to settle into certainty. He met them in the middle of it, just as He always had. ⸻ Yeshua spoke. “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to Me.” The One standing before them held all authority—over life and death, over heaven and earth, over everything that had been and everything still to come. And because of that authority, what He said next was not a suggestion. It was a calling. “Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them and teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you…” The familiar boundaries of their world quietly fell away. What had once been centered in Israel was now being extended outward—to every nation, every people, every life that had not yet heard His name. They were not simply being asked to follow anymore. They were being sent—to carry what they had seen, to teach what they had been given, and to live in a way that reflected the One who had called them. And then, as if to steady everything He had just set in motion, He gave them what they would need most. “And behold, I am with you always… even to the end of the age.” ✝️ Continued in Comments ⬇️⬇️ #Jesus #Discipleship #Bible #NeverAlone #Love #Help

plimoth

Dear Mom and Dad, Mom, it’s been 26 years since I last saw you, and I miss you every single day. Dad, you were right that day in the woods when you told me I would miss you—I do, more than words can express. It’s been 15 or 16 years since I felt your hugs, heard your laughter, or shared a simple moment with you, and my heart longs for you still. I thank God for the blessing of having you as my parents. Mom, I remember your gentle voice, your prayers, and how you always pointed me toward trusting the Lord. Dad, I remember your guidance, your wisdom, and the way you taught me to live with integrity and faith. Those lessons, those memories—they are my treasures, keeping your love alive in me every day. I pray that God surrounds you with peace and joy in His presence. I take comfort knowing you are resting in His arms, free from pain, and that His eternal love is keeping you safe. I pray that I can honor you through my life, living with love, service, and faith, just as you taught me. Even though the ache of missing you is deep, I hold onto God’s promise that we will be reunited. Until that day, I carry you in my heart, cherish every memory, and walk in the faith that binds us forever. I love you more than words can ever tell. Thank you, God, for giving me Mom and Dad—I will love and remember you always. With all my heart, Michael m. #JesusIsGod #Love #Christian

Jean Meyer

Worth the effort. Many want love but they want it their way, easy and fast, they want instant gratification And that is not love. Love is a growing in knowing, learning to love someone is learning about them. Taking time and effort to know them. It's not who you met last night and is moving in today, it's love in your heart that's the only way. One may love what they see, but human eyes are so easily deceived. One may care and want to love, but until it's in one's heart, It's not love. Love is not easy, but it is free, freely given by choice. To love or not. But when just general love will do, here's some love from me to you. Real true love takes committment, it takes patience. There May be distance, And there May be fate. But for whatever reason, love is worth the effort. It's easy to love someone from the outside, their physical form may be fault free, It's what's inside that one cannot see. Love may be a want and to some a need, but love takes time if it's going to suceed. Without that time, Love may not ever be, Infatuation and lust lose their luster too. One can grow old, never having the love they wish to hold, why they say, didn't I take the time? It was worth the effort, the state of mind. Some fear love will not be worth the journey it's true. But it's a discovery of the real you.. Without you, I would not be who I am today... I am grateful for all the Love. Love to you ❤️ #prayer #kindness #blessed #love #pray #prayers #lovetopray #Blessings #beautiful #praying #thankful #grateful #blessedbylove #letspray

Melissa Tirona

Consecrating My Mouth to God 👉 As I journey through life's challenges, I often struggle with negative self-talk. I catch myself calling myself names when I fail or dwell on past mistakes. 🤔 But what if I dedicated my mouth to God each morning..... asking Him to guide my words and speak only what pleases Him? In the Bible it says in Psalm 51:15, "O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will declare your praise."🙏 This verse reminds me that my words have power, and when I surrender them to God, He can use them for good. When I put my" lips on the altar" each morning, I'm asking God to take control of my tongue. I'm inviting Him to fill my mouth with praise, worship, and thanksgiving. 👉 This simple act can transform my relationships, my thoughts, and my life. In recovery, speaking God's truth over my life can be a powerful tool for healing. Instead of dwelling on past mistakes I made, I can declare God's promises and goodness! I can speak life and hope to myself and others! As I consecrate my mouth to God, I'm reminded of the importance of watching my words. 👄 Proverbs 18:21 says, "Death and life are in the power of the tongue." 📃 I'm choosing life, speaking words that build up and bring joy to those around me. By dedicating my mouth to God, I can break free from negative patterns and speak with purpose. I'm a child of God, and I speak life, hope, and truth. I am loved. I am healing. I am speaking kindness to myself. #selflove #roadtorecovery #healingwords #love #wordsmatter #onewalkerco #coachinglife Artist: Elizabeth Zuniga