#abraham
Dandelion Garden
Been thinking of doing more cinematic scenes and an attempt was made this day
Attention please, his daughter has something very important to say XD
I have been in isolation for 6 days now I believe. I lost count.
its not a big deal because I am not sick
I am just not getting paid which is majority of what is annoying me.
During this time, I have caught up with all the sleep that I never had and I am feeling much better because I can think and read properly. I walk around all day when I work so that I have the energy. I don’t really drink coffee to keep me awake.
I also asked myself to do some journaling because I think I have a lot of subconscious anger and just a general jist of quick dissatisfaction to wards life sometimes when I have to interact with other people. I find it too easy to pass judgement than to let something slide.
Sometimes I don’t know if I stand more as a people pleaser or as someone who is so caught up in rules.
In my first year of proper work I do see myself slowly becoming like my mentors that just kinda have a short temper and get annoyed with everything real quick. But before that, I am a total people pleaser and just couldn’t care more or less if the whole world burns down.
Both have good and bad outcomes to be very honest. Its finding the balance or a better way of communication.
Anyways, be it rain or shine, I still do my quiet times in the morning. After writing up my notes I just fell asleep in the middle of a park by accident with all my possessions with me. I think its bad but Jesus is Lord.
I have the great joy of reading Romans 4 because it is helping me to just see why Abraham is such an example of great faith that is credited as righteousness.
Vs 19-22
Without weakening in his faith, he faced the fact that his body was as good as dead—since he was about a hundred years old—and that Sarah’s womb was also dead. Yet he did not waver through unbelief regarding the promise of God, but was strengthened in his faith and gave glory to God, being fully persuaded that God had power to do what he had promised. This is why “it was credited to him as righteousness
I think I am in a similar situation whereby I am really just dead meat. I think I just have a big dreams of being able to work flexible hours so that I can live properly in this country and then have time to go to church and still have time to cook for myself on a daily basis. But right now, I am not even earning any money and I don’t even know where will I be working and whether or not I want to stay in England. This visa issue happens annually and just tests my faith a bit too much. I just have to keep praying and keep going.
Apart form that, just learning from Romans 3 that the law of faith and the law in general is meant to go hand in hand. To not practice one without the other in verse 27. I think that is very challenging because I shared that I am judgmental by nature, I need to give a lot more grace.
I think I have a lot more to say but I am gonna go now
Joy in the Process
Words byJohanna Loh
As she cradled the baby in her arms, her face creased with smiles. She stared wonderingly at the day-old infant, noticing how he had dark eyes just like her own. While she couldn’t quite make out the shape of his nose yet, she was willing to bet that it would mirror the shape of his father’s. A plethora of emotion coursed through her. Gratitude to a God who was faithful to His promises. Relief that her labor had gone smoothly despite her years. Above all, she felt the awe of holding her very own son and the immense, fiery maternal love.
For many, many years she had longed to be a mother. But no matter how hard she and her husband had tried, the role had always seemed to elude her. Mistress of her household, indeed. One of the most beautiful women in the land, yes, even well past the bloom of youth. But never a mother. Watching her maid and other servants playing with their children, she had felt herself grow envious as she longed for the child she couldn’t seem to conceive. As the years went by, she started to resign herself to the fact that she probably would never have a little one of her own flesh and blood. She was well aware that bitterness had also taken root in her spirit, fed by her disappointment and unfulfilled hopes.
However, the coming of the child had changed everything. Sarah clearly remembered how ridiculous it had all seemed when the three visitors had come to their tent about a year ago. It had been such a hot, stifling afternoon in Mamre, with only the terebinth trees providing a much welcomed source of shade. She was particularly curious about the visitors. Her normally unruffled husband had rushed into their tent, bidding her to quickly prepare cakes of fine meal for these three men. Intrigued, she had later positioned herself behind the tent door just out of sight to listen to their conversation. Who were these people that they warranted such a reaction from Abraham? Incredulity and doubt quickly spread through her as she distinctly heard the words from one of them, “…and Sarah your wife shall have a son.”
The first thought that surfaced was, but that is impossible! I’m 90 years old! She had silently laughed within herself at the absurdity of it, made even more surreal by the quiet confidence with which the strange man had made his bombshell of a statement. Almost as if the impossible was going to happen, without a shadow of a doubt. Her laugh then had been birthed out of years of deadened anticipation and unrealized dreams.
Abraham had bequeathed their child the name of Isaac shortly after his birth. How apt, Sarah mused. Isaac. Yitzchaq. Laughter. She had laughed as she held him for the first time, and so had Abraham. She declared, “God has made me laugh, and all who hear will laugh with me!” Now, she laughed once more as she held their only son tightly. A son that had been ninety years in the making for her, and a century for him. Their miracle baby. But the sound from Sarah’s lips wasn’t the resentful or incredulous noise that it had been a year ago. Instead, it was one of sheer joy, gladness and gratitude. It is not just you, my son, even as she revealed in him. It is God. He is the one that brings joy. He was faithful to an old and resentful woman even when she doubted His word. He is the giver of true joy, and you are my reminder of His gift. And if one day you ever ask me about your name, I can’t wait to tell you how my bitter laughter turned to joy…
We’re all like Sarah, in one way or another. Maybe we’re waiting on an Isaac that seems to be taking forever to materialize. It might be a job offer that hasn’t come, or that yet unrealized dream. It could be a still incomplete healing from depression or a longed-for reconciliation with a loved one. We also could be wrestling with our own frustration, doubt and bitterness due to circumstances. What would your “Isaac” be?
I can’t help but wonder about Sarah. She was so desperate to have children that prior to Isaac, she attempted to gain one by giving her maid to Abraham. The promise that God would establish a nation from her and Abraham’s offspring seemed too unattainable for her. I wonder if she spent years of being disillusioned and disappointed, not fully trusting God’s promises and taking matters into her own hands. Because I’m guilty of that too. Moments come when I fret too much over things I have no control over and try to plan out things so they don’t go wrong. My thoughts turn to future concerns and past regrets. I don’t let God be God. Rather, I fall back on self-reliance and logical reasoning. The result? I end up losing my joy, and my faith becomes clouded.
Maybe we all need perpetual reminders of how life is a process. It’s not seeing the end result, but rather going through the process with an attitude that makes all the difference.
Maybe we all need perpetual reminders of how life is a process. It’s not seeing the end result, but rather going through the process with an attitude that makes all the difference. We were never meant to carry certain burdens; logical reasoning does not always make the most sense. But when we see things through God’s perspective, joy comes. When He changes us in the journey of our respective trials and challenges, there is joy to be found. When we trust him, he changes our hearts. When we walk with Him in the ups and downs, He gives us much joy. Our role is just to let Him make us laugh.
I believe there is much to gain from Sarah’s statement. She wasn’t just rejoicing about seeing her promise come to pass and having the years of disappointment washed away. She could finally grasp more profoundly just how big her God was. Nothing was too hard for Him. At that point, she could comprehend that her joy was only from God. May we all remember to always find joy in God’s presence, and laugh because of Him.
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Joy in the Process
Words byJohanna Loh
As she cradled the baby in her arms, her face creased with smiles. She stared wonderingly at the day-old infant, noticing how he had dark eyes just like her own. While she couldn’t quite make out the shape of his nose yet, she was willing to bet that it would mirror the shape of his father’s. A plethora of emotion coursed through her. Gratitude to a God who was faithful to His promises. Relief that her labor had gone smoothly despite her years. Above all, she felt the awe of holding her very own son and the immense, fiery maternal love.
For many, many years she had longed to be a mother. But no matter how hard she and her husband had tried, the role had always seemed to elude her. Mistress of her household, indeed. One of the most beautiful women in the land, yes, even well past the bloom of youth. But never a mother. Watching her maid and other servants playing with their children, she had felt herself grow envious as she longed for the child she couldn’t seem to conceive. As the years went by, she started to resign herself to the fact that she probably would never have a little one of her own flesh and blood. She was well aware that bitterness had also taken root in her spirit, fed by her disappointment and unfulfilled hopes.
However, the coming of the child had changed everything. Sarah clearly remembered how ridiculous it had all seemed when the three visitors had come to their tent about a year ago. It had been such a hot, stifling afternoon in Mamre, with only the terebinth trees providing a much welcomed source of shade. She was particularly curious about the visitors. Her normally unruffled husband had rushed into their tent, bidding her to quickly prepare cakes of fine meal for these three men. Intrigued, she had later positioned herself behind the tent door just out of sight to listen to their conversation. Who were these people that they warranted such a reaction from Abraham? Incredulity and doubt quickly spread through her as she distinctly heard the words from one of them, “…and Sarah your wife shall have a son.”
The first thought that surfaced was, but that is impossible! I’m 90 years old! She had silently laughed within herself at the absurdity of it, made even more surreal by the quiet confidence with which the strange man had made his bombshell of a statement. Almost as if the impossible was going to happen, without a shadow of a doubt. Her laugh then had been birthed out of years of deadened anticipation and unrealized dreams.
Abraham had bequeathed their child the name of Isaac shortly after his birth. How apt, Sarah mused. Isaac. Yitzchaq. Laughter. She had laughed as she held him for the first time, and so had Abraham. She declared, “God has made me laugh, and all who hear will laugh with me!” Now, she laughed once more as she held their only son tightly. A son that had been ninety years in the making for her, and a century for him. Their miracle baby. But the sound from Sarah’s lips wasn’t the resentful or incredulous noise that it had been a year ago. Instead, it was one of sheer joy, gladness and gratitude. It is not just you, my son, even as she revealed in him. It is God. He is the one that brings joy. He was faithful to an old and resentful woman even when she doubted His word. He is the giver of true joy, and you are my reminder of His gift. And if one day you ever ask me about your name, I can’t wait to tell you how my bitter laughter turned to joy…
We’re all like Sarah, in one way or another. Maybe we’re waiting on an Isaac that seems to be taking forever to materialize. It might be a job offer that hasn’t come, or that yet unrealized dream. It could be a still incomplete healing from depression or a longed-for reconciliation with a loved one. We also could be wrestling with our own frustration, doubt and bitterness due to circumstances. What would your “Isaac” be?
I can’t help but wonder about Sarah. She was so desperate to have children that prior to Isaac, she attempted to gain one by giving her maid to Abraham. The promise that God would establish a nation from her and Abraham’s offspring seemed too unattainable for her. I wonder if she spent years of being disillusioned and disappointed, not fully trusting God’s promises and taking matters into her own hands. Because I’m guilty of that too. Moments come when I fret too much over things I have no control over and try to plan out things so they don’t go wrong. My thoughts turn to future concerns and past regrets. I don’t let God be God. Rather, I fall back on self-reliance and logical reasoning. The result? I end up losing my joy, and my faith becomes clouded.
Maybe we all need perpetual reminders of how life is a process. It’s not seeing the end result, but rather going through the process with an attitude that makes all the difference.
Maybe we all need perpetual reminders of how life is a process. It’s not seeing the end result, but rather going through the process with an attitude that makes all the difference. We were never meant to carry certain burdens; logical reasoning does not always make the most sense. But when we see things through God’s perspective, joy comes. When He changes us in the journey of our respective trials and challenges, there is joy to be found. When we trust him, he changes our hearts. When we walk with Him in the ups and downs, He gives us much joy. Our role is just to let Him make us laugh.
I believe there is much to gain from Sarah’s statement. She wasn’t just rejoicing about seeing her promise come to pass and having the years of disappointment washed away. She could finally grasp more profoundly just how big her God was. Nothing was too hard for Him. At that point, she could comprehend that her joy was only from God. May we all remember to always find joy in God’s presence, and laugh because of Him.
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كشفت قصة إبراهيم – عليه السّلام – عن ملامح الشخصية السويّة القدوة التي ينبغي أن تكون المثل الأعلى في الالتزام بالإسلام، قال تعالى: {إِنِّي جَاعِلُكَ لِلنَّاسِ إِمَامًا} (البقرة:124)، وقال تعالى: {إِنَّ إِبْرَاهِيمَ كَانَ أُمَّةً} (النحل:120)، وقال تعالى: {وَإِبْرَاهِيمَ الَّذِي وَفَّى} (النجم:37), أصبح إبراهيم – عليه السّلام – رمزاً من رموز التوحيد في عصره، وفي كل العصور، قال تعالى: {وَجَعَلَهَا كَلِمَةً بَاقِيَةً فِي عَقِبِهِ لَعَلَّهُمْ يَرْجِعُونَ} (الزخرف:28)
وقد أوصى إبراهيم بنيه وذريته بتلك الكلمة، فاستجابوا له وقاموا بإبلاغها إلى الأجيال من بعده، وظلت كلمة التوحيد “لا إله إلا الله” متصلة في أعقابه وقام عليها من بعده رسل متصلون لا ينقطعون حتى كان ابنه الأخير من نسل إسماعيل – عليه السّلام – وأشبَه أبنائه به محمد (صلّى الله عليه وسلّم) خاتم الرسل الذي دعا إلى التوحيد وإفراد العبادة لله عزّ وجل، وحارب الكفر والشرك بكل أنواعه وأشكاله.
أظهرت قصة إبراهيم – عليه السلام – بأن دين الأنبياء جميعاً هو التوحيد الخالص والدين الحنيف من لدّن إبراهيم – عليه السّلام – حتى محمد (صلّى الله عليه وسلّم)، وهذا يعمق ثقة المسلمين بدينهم أنه أحسن دين، قال تعالى: {مِلَّةَ أَبِيكُمْ إِبْرَاهِيمَ} ]الحج:78[، وقال تعالى: {وَمَنْ أَحْسَنُ دِينًا مِمَّنْ أَسْلَمَ وَجْهَهُ لِلَّهِ وَهُوَ مُحْسِنٌ وَاتَّبَعَ مِلَّةَ إِبْرَاهِيمَ حَنِيفًا} (النساء:125)
وقال تعالى: {ذَلِكَ الدِّينُ الْقَيِّمُ} (يوسف:40), وبيّنت القصة أيضاً أن أي انحراف عن التوحيد الخالص يفقد الإنسان صلته بالأنبياء حتى ولو كانوا حقيقة من صلبهم فهذا إبراهيم – عليه السّلام – يتبرأ من أبيه عندما انحرف من دينه التوحيد: {فَلَمَّا تَبَيَّنَ لَهُ أَنَّهُ عَدُوٌّ لِلَّهِ تَبَرَّأَ مِنْهُ} (التوبة:114)،
فكيف بالمنحرفين عن دين إبراهيم – عليه السّلام – في الأجيال اللاحقة؟. وهكذا تكون قصة إبراهيم – عليه السّلام – رداً على كل منحرف عن دين التوحيد كالعرب المشركين واليهود والنصارى الذين انحرفوا عن رسالة موسى وعيسى – عليهما السلام – واستغلّوا الدين في إضفاء شيء من القدسية عليهم لقيادة البشرية.
صلى الله على الخليل إبراهيم وعلى نبينا محمد وآله وصحبه والتابعين
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Back in September I had a friend undergoing some struggles and I wrote a few things down that I thought would be an encouragement…but I wound up never actually sending it to that friend. After listening to Pastor Zarlengo’s message today and Pastor Erdvig’s last week, I felt it was just as suited for me today, than it was for my friend a few months back. I am writing them out here in hopes that…
In the Eastern hemisphere, it’s already Eid al-Adha, while in the Western hemisphere, we’re almost there!
Eid al-Adha, meaning “festival of the sacrifice”, commemorates when Prophet Abraham was willing to sacrifice his son Ismail as an act of submission to God. God, seeing that Abraham was a devoted man, provided Abraham with a lamb to sacrifice instead.
Because of this, many Muslims worldwide sacrifice lambs and usually give the food to the poor, or give money that would buy a lamb to the poor.
With violence being persistent in the Middle East, I personally pray this Eid that God ends it. I have family in Syria so it’s hard being happy, buying new clothes, receiving gifts and going out, having those luxuries, when I know my family in Syria can’t find means to meet basic human needs.
Enjoy this time with your family, be grateful, and remember God.
Happy Eid!
HAI!
It’s me, Jasmine!
:3
Everyone is busy doing stuff so I decided to borrow the computer and just nerd out over my new favorite book series.
The Reckoners.
The first book is Steelheart, the second is Firefight, and the last one is Calamity!
>~<
I love this series so much!
I wanna do tabletop roleplaying, I wanna cosplay as Firefight, I wanna draw fan art, and I want a phone case that says I’m in the Reckoners!
Haven’t finished Calamity yet, I’m super excited and totes ready to see how this might tie into the rest of the Brandon Sanderson universe.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I just feel bad that they probably already introduced Hoid and I missed him … or forgot.
Also, totally ship Mizzy and Abraham.
X3
If you haven’t read it then get your rear in gear. Brandon Sanderson is like the greatest writer at this moment!
Oooooooooooooooh, the ending to the last Mistborn book had me writing smut for hours.
But yeah, read the book series, starting with Steelheart!
It’s like, if people started getting random superpowers, and, but they’re all evil and murderous. And then, like, years later a group was formed to hunt down and defeat them. But the most powerful ones have conquered like, large areas or cities and now rule them like gods.
So yeah, like … FREAKING READ IT!
Or … don’t.
Make me cry just a little.
So go read it!
And give more of your money to Brandon Sanderson.
So he can make more books!
DO IT!
Now I need to go raise some zombies and have them reenact some of my favorite scenes from Calamity.
Abraham’s sacrifice of Isaac leaves the whole experience with a strong resemblance to an episode of ‘Punk’d,’ expect with divine intervention, as opposed to Ashton Kutcher.
*Pushes skeleton away, sobbing*: spooky scary skeletons!!!
Rick *sighs, shooting walkers*: Y/N, now is not the time
Chapter 10- Tooth Fairy
Club Day proceeds until conflict strikes.
Collaborated with @onelastfic!
Nico Long and Nenet Long belong to @onelastfic!
full bodies for my main ocs toyhouses… tbh pics like this are difficult for me but i’m fairly happy w how these turned out :]
Urfa, Balıklıgöl, (Halil-Ür Rahman Gölü) ve Kutsal Balıkları
İÖ 5-6. yüzyıllarda Urfa'ya giden Abtissen Aeteria, balıkların
gezegen Atargadis'e (Venüs) ait olduğu için yenmediğini belirtmiş.
Aynı kitap, s.211-213'te Urfa'da Güneş, Ay, Jüpiter, Merkür, Satürn ve Mars'a tapıldığı ve şehir kapılarından birinin adının Beth-Şemeş (Güneş Kapısı) olduğu ve Hristiyanlıktan önceki Urfa paralarında hilal şeklinde ay bulunduğu yazılıyor.
Edward Bacon, Versunkene Kulturen, eheimnis und Râtsel Friiher Welten, Köln. 1963,
Muazzez İlmiye Çığ
İBRAHİM PEYGAMBER
Sümer Yazılarına ve Arkeolojik Buluntulara Göre
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#TWD: The End of The Ricktatorship? #WalkingDead #TheWalkingDead #Negan
** This post contains affiliate links. The opinions and ideas expressed are my own. ** POST CONTAINS SPOILERS ** If you missed it, watch the full episode here! It’s the end of a post-apocalyptic world era. There was a comment on Talking Dead Live that there has always been a clear delineation of “before” and “after” for Rick in the TWD graphic novels, and (if memory serves that comment…
