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This was taken at midnight. When I turned away from looking in the viewfinder, there was a man standing directly behind me, apparently he'd been looking over my shoulder. He told me that he was trying to see exactly what I was seeing. He told me he was there to commit suicide, that he had intended on jumping from the bridge we were standing on. We talked for quite a while and I managed to talk him out of it. You never know what you'll come across in the city at night.
Then Jesus, calling out with a loud voice, said, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!” And having said this he breathed his last.
~ Luke 23:46
(L to R) Wilson Chang, Kevin Rodriguez, Neil Key and Frank Milian take a break from class to save lives at the UH - SHPE Blood Drive.
A day in the Life :
He (naughtily pulling out his flintlock):
“Let’s have the Pearls then Luv!”
She ( Coyly):
“Read the sign dear sir”
He (After first Looking back):
“But this is not nuisance, it is business”
She ( Wryly) :
“Business, dear sir?”
He (deftly) :
“Yes.. Supply and demand, I demand and you supply?”
She (archly):
“I thought the Phrase was ‘stand and deliver’?”
He (teasingly):
I Know, But I am adlibbing”
She ( sweetly)
“Please try and stay on script Dear Sir, It makes things so much easier!”
He ( Gallently):
“Ok, let me try it again from the top”
She (puckishly):
“Later my good man, first lets re-holster that pistol of yours and break for lunch, I am famished” Meet back here in couple of hours?
He ( Bowing rather subdued ):
“Alright than, in a cuppa my fair lady!”
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A Rather exuberant thank you to the ever perky Teddi for patiently waiting these many months to get together for a photo shoot, It turned out splendidly if I do say so…
Hopefully we can get together and do it again..
Taken at "FOGS END" A supernatural Victorian Adult Role-play Community
Drive at the University of Houston Main Campus was one of four drives held on the Tuesday after Hurricane Ike hit the Gulf Coast.
when we come to the end of all we know , we have to have faith and either take the next step or we will drown in the undercurrents of life ... life rushes past us all , we must not let it overwhelm us .... and remember we need to help those who can't take that leap .... we have to beieve there is Someone in charge of it all !.
Sorry I have not been commenting as much as I`d like...
I am so busy with everything and now that I am an
admin for The World Through My Eyes
it makes my time limited...Keep up the great work on your photos...
and know that I love your work and value your friendship...
There's so many reasons not to jump for what you want out of life, but sometimes in order to do amazing things you have to go for it.
Inspired by a tutorial created by the amazing Joel Robison You simply MUST check out his stuff. He is beyond inspiring: www.facebook.com/JoelRobisonPhotography
This was taken on Prince, near Lafayette St. ... down in the SoHo district of Manhattan.
Note: I chose this as my "photo of the day" for Jun 24, 2015.
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This set of photos is based on a very simple concept: walk every block of Manhattan with a camera, and see what happens. To avoid missing anything, walk both sides of the street.
That's all there is to it …
Of course, if you wanted to be more ambitious, you could also walk the streets of Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, and the Bronx. But that's more than I'm willing to commit to at this point, and I'll leave the remaining boroughs of New York City to other, more adventurous photographers.
Oh, actually, there's one more small detail: leave the photos alone for a month -- unedited, untouched, and unviewed. By the time I actually focus on the first of these "every-block" photos, I will have taken more than 8,000 images on the nearby streets of the Upper West Side -- plus another several thousand in Rome, Coney Island, and the various spots in NYC where I traditionally take photos. So I don't expect to be emotionally attached to any of the "every-block" photos, and hope that I'll be able to make an objective selection of the ones worth looking at.
As for the criteria that I've used to select the small subset of every-block photos that get uploaded to Flickr: there are three. First, I'll upload any photo that I think is "great," and where I hope the reaction of my Flickr-friends will be, "I have no idea when or where that photo was taken, but it's really a terrific picture!"
A second criterion has to do with place, and the third involves time. I'm hoping that I'll take some photos that clearly say, "This is New York!" to anyone who looks at it. Obviously, certain landscape icons like the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty would satisfy that criterion; but I'm hoping that I'll find other, more unexpected examples. I hope that I'll be able to take some shots that will make a "local" viewer say, "Well, even if that's not recognizable to someone from another part of the country, or another part of the world, I know that that's New York!" And there might be some photos where a "non-local" viewer might say, "I had no idea that there was anyplace in New York City that was so interesting/beautiful/ugly/spectacular."
As for the sense of time: I remember wandering around my neighborhood in 2005, photographing various shops, stores, restaurants, and business establishments -- and then casually looking at the photos about five years later, and being stunned by how much had changed. Little by little, store by store, day by day, things change … and when you've been around as long as I have, it's even more amazing to go back and look at the photos you took thirty or forty years ago, and ask yourself, "Was it really like that back then? Seriously, did people really wear bell-bottom jeans?"
So, with the expectation that I'll be looking at these every-block photos five or ten years from now (and maybe you will be, too), I'm going to be doing my best to capture scenes that convey the sense that they were taken in the year 2013 … or at least sometime in the decade of the 2010's (I have no idea what we're calling this decade yet). Or maybe they'll just say to us, "This is what it was like a dozen years after 9-11".
Movie posters are a trivial example of such a time-specific image; I've already taken a bunch, and I don't know if I'll ultimately decide that they're worth uploading. Women's fashion/styles are another obvious example of a time-specific phenomenon; and even though I'm definitely not a fashion expert, I suspected that I'll be able to look at some images ten years from now and mutter to myself, "Did we really wear shirts like that? Did women really wear those weird skirts that are short in the front, and long in the back? Did everyone in New York have a tattoo?"
Another example: I'm fascinated by the interactions that people have with their cellphones out on the street. It seems that everyone has one, which certainly wasn't true a decade ago; and it seems that everyone walks down the street with their eyes and their entire conscious attention riveted on this little box-like gadget, utterly oblivious about anything else that might be going on (among other things, that makes it very easy for me to photograph them without their even noticing, particularly if they've also got earphones so they can listen to music or carry on a phone conversation). But I can't help wondering whether this kind of social behavior will seem bizarre a decade from now … especially if our cellphones have become so miniaturized that they're incorporated into the glasses we wear, or implanted directly into our eyeballs.
If you have any suggestions about places that I should definitely visit to get some good photos, or if you'd like me to photograph you in your little corner of New York City, please let me know. You can send me a Flickr-mail message, or you can email me directly at ed-at-yourdon-dot-com
Stay tuned as the photo-walk continues, block by block ...
This was taken on Mulberry between Prince & Spring, in the SoHo district of Manhattan.
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This set of photos is based on a very simple concept: walk every block of Manhattan with a camera, and see what happens. To avoid missing anything, walk both sides of the street.
That's all there is to it …
Of course, if you wanted to be more ambitious, you could also walk the streets of Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, and the Bronx. But that's more than I'm willing to commit to at this point, and I'll leave the remaining boroughs of New York City to other, more adventurous photographers.
Oh, actually, there's one more small detail: leave the photos alone for a month -- unedited, untouched, and unviewed. By the time I actually focus on the first of these "every-block" photos, I will have taken more than 8,000 images on the nearby streets of the Upper West Side -- plus another several thousand in Rome, Coney Island, and the various spots in NYC where I traditionally take photos. So I don't expect to be emotionally attached to any of the "every-block" photos, and hope that I'll be able to make an objective selection of the ones worth looking at.
As for the criteria that I've used to select the small subset of every-block photos that get uploaded to Flickr: there are three. First, I'll upload any photo that I think is "great," and where I hope the reaction of my Flickr-friends will be, "I have no idea when or where that photo was taken, but it's really a terrific picture!"
A second criterion has to do with place, and the third involves time. I'm hoping that I'll take some photos that clearly say, "This is New York!" to anyone who looks at it. Obviously, certain landscape icons like the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty would satisfy that criterion; but I'm hoping that I'll find other, more unexpected examples. I hope that I'll be able to take some shots that will make a "local" viewer say, "Well, even if that's not recognizable to someone from another part of the country, or another part of the world, I know that that's New York!" And there might be some photos where a "non-local" viewer might say, "I had no idea that there was anyplace in New York City that was so interesting/beautiful/ugly/spectacular."
As for the sense of time: I remember wandering around my neighborhood in 2005, photographing various shops, stores, restaurants, and business establishments -- and then casually looking at the photos about five years later, and being stunned by how much had changed. Little by little, store by store, day by day, things change … and when you've been around as long as I have, it's even more amazing to go back and look at the photos you took thirty or forty years ago, and ask yourself, "Was it really like that back then? Seriously, did people really wear bell-bottom jeans?"
So, with the expectation that I'll be looking at these every-block photos five or ten years from now (and maybe you will be, too), I'm going to be doing my best to capture scenes that convey the sense that they were taken in the year 2013 … or at least sometime in the decade of the 2010's (I have no idea what we're calling this decade yet). Or maybe they'll just say to us, "This is what it was like a dozen years after 9-11".
Movie posters are a trivial example of such a time-specific image; I've already taken a bunch, and I don't know if I'll ultimately decide that they're worth uploading. Women's fashion/styles are another obvious example of a time-specific phenomenon; and even though I'm definitely not a fashion expert, I suspected that I'll be able to look at some images ten years from now and mutter to myself, "Did we really wear shirts like that? Did women really wear those weird skirts that are short in the front, and long in the back? Did everyone in New York have a tattoo?"
Another example: I'm fascinated by the interactions that people have with their cellphones out on the street. It seems that everyone has one, which certainly wasn't true a decade ago; and it seems that everyone walks down the street with their eyes and their entire conscious attention riveted on this little box-like gadget, utterly oblivious about anything else that might be going on (among other things, that makes it very easy for me to photograph them without their even noticing, particularly if they've also got earphones so they can listen to music or carry on a phone conversation). But I can't help wondering whether this kind of social behavior will seem bizarre a decade from now … especially if our cellphones have become so miniaturized that they're incorporated into the glasses we wear, or implanted directly into our eyeballs.
If you have any suggestions about places that I should definitely visit to get some good photos, or if you'd like me to photograph you in your little corner of New York City, please let me know. You can send me a Flickr-mail message, or you can email me directly at ed-at-yourdon-dot-com
Stay tuned as the photo-walk continues, block by block ...
This was taken on Wooster, between Spring and Prince St. in the SoHo district of Manhattan.
Note: I chose this as my "photo of the day" for May 29, 2015.
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This set of photos is based on a very simple concept: walk every block of Manhattan with a camera, and see what happens. To avoid missing anything, walk both sides of the street.
That's all there is to it …
Of course, if you wanted to be more ambitious, you could also walk the streets of Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, and the Bronx. But that's more than I'm willing to commit to at this point, and I'll leave the remaining boroughs of New York City to other, more adventurous photographers.
Oh, actually, there's one more small detail: leave the photos alone for a month -- unedited, untouched, and unviewed. By the time I actually focus on the first of these "every-block" photos, I will have taken more than 8,000 images on the nearby streets of the Upper West Side -- plus another several thousand in Rome, Coney Island, and the various spots in NYC where I traditionally take photos. So I don't expect to be emotionally attached to any of the "every-block" photos, and hope that I'll be able to make an objective selection of the ones worth looking at.
As for the criteria that I've used to select the small subset of every-block photos that get uploaded to Flickr: there are three. First, I'll upload any photo that I think is "great," and where I hope the reaction of my Flickr-friends will be, "I have no idea when or where that photo was taken, but it's really a terrific picture!"
A second criterion has to do with place, and the third involves time. I'm hoping that I'll take some photos that clearly say, "This is New York!" to anyone who looks at it. Obviously, certain landscape icons like the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty would satisfy that criterion; but I'm hoping that I'll find other, more unexpected examples. I hope that I'll be able to take some shots that will make a "local" viewer say, "Well, even if that's not recognizable to someone from another part of the country, or another part of the world, I know that that's New York!" And there might be some photos where a "non-local" viewer might say, "I had no idea that there was anyplace in New York City that was so interesting/beautiful/ugly/spectacular."
As for the sense of time: I remember wandering around my neighborhood in 2005, photographing various shops, stores, restaurants, and business establishments -- and then casually looking at the photos about five years later, and being stunned by how much had changed. Little by little, store by store, day by day, things change … and when you've been around as long as I have, it's even more amazing to go back and look at the photos you took thirty or forty years ago, and ask yourself, "Was it really like that back then? Seriously, did people really wear bell-bottom jeans?"
So, with the expectation that I'll be looking at these every-block photos five or ten years from now (and maybe you will be, too), I'm going to be doing my best to capture scenes that convey the sense that they were taken in the year 2013 … or at least sometime in the decade of the 2010's (I have no idea what we're calling this decade yet). Or maybe they'll just say to us, "This is what it was like a dozen years after 9-11".
Movie posters are a trivial example of such a time-specific image; I've already taken a bunch, and I don't know if I'll ultimately decide that they're worth uploading. Women's fashion/styles are another obvious example of a time-specific phenomenon; and even though I'm definitely not a fashion expert, I suspected that I'll be able to look at some images ten years from now and mutter to myself, "Did we really wear shirts like that? Did women really wear those weird skirts that are short in the front, and long in the back? Did everyone in New York have a tattoo?"
Another example: I'm fascinated by the interactions that people have with their cellphones out on the street. It seems that everyone has one, which certainly wasn't true a decade ago; and it seems that everyone walks down the street with their eyes and their entire conscious attention riveted on this little box-like gadget, utterly oblivious about anything else that might be going on (among other things, that makes it very easy for me to photograph them without their even noticing, particularly if they've also got earphones so they can listen to music or carry on a phone conversation). But I can't help wondering whether this kind of social behavior will seem bizarre a decade from now … especially if our cellphones have become so miniaturized that they're incorporated into the glasses we wear, or implanted directly into our eyeballs.
If you have any suggestions about places that I should definitely visit to get some good photos, or if you'd like me to photograph you in your little corner of New York City, please let me know. You can send me a Flickr-mail message, or you can email me directly at ed-at-yourdon-dot-com
Stay tuned as the photo-walk continues, block by block ...
Committing another quite moment to memory. :) West Bay, Lake Michigan - Traverse City #iphoneography
Another shot from Sunday evening in Dungannon Park.
There were two gorgeous little bunnies munching away and didn't seem to mind my camera following them around the field. Maybe they'd never seen a camera before, maybe there are loads of bunnies that will never see a camera - doesn't mean cameras don't exist!
Recently I had a conversation with someone who said they didn't believe in God or "that stuff" and it broke my heart. I know there is a lot of pain in the world and people often turn and ask the question, "Why did God allow this?" or "If there really was a God, He wouldn't let that happen" When we look around the world today and see the terrible sin and crimes and detestable acts that many humans commit, surely God is allowed to exact punishment where He deems fit. He created the world. But just because someone says they don't believe that God exists doesn't mean it's true. I know what God has done in my life and NO-ONE can take that away. 24 years ago, He changed my life, only God did that, it wasn't something that I thought, "yeah, I can snap out of this feeling and situation", God did it!. I've never seen God face to face, but I believe, scratch that, I KNOW, He's real!!
And I know that one day, I will see Him in Heaven. Surrounded by all those who have trusted Him in years gone by.
Have a wonderful evening, morning, afternoon out there, and thank you for the views, comments and faves :)
Yes, I know. I'm doing pretty bad on committing myself back to my 365. I know, it's only a project, and in K's world, it's only one of many. They've all been sliding. So at least I've been fair to some extent.
Just feeling lately as if everything has this uncanny way of hitting you all at once. I feel like my finances, my priorities, my simple stupid joys in this world...all just went kaput, and took my emotions along for the ride.
A little part of me feels weird, and empty, and just as if I'm playing a game in my everyday life.
It's a ridiculous slump to allow oneself to fall into, and I refuse to succumb to all these bitter things in life and let myself miss the good things.
There are so many good things.
In an optimistic note, I've been applying myself rather diligently to work suddenly. I'm guessing it's the mechanics of it that appeal to me. I put on my "manager hat" from 8am to 5pm and somehow it all becomes easier to breathe during.
Bah. Well, I'm okay. This too, shall pass.
In the meantime, I'll just keep seeking out the doorways that have light, and hope that whatever is on the other side isn't something that will fade quickly.
kinda miss you guys. I need my rhythm back.
xoxo
TRF somehow I managed to scratch my leg right before putting on these socks...and now I have a bloodstain to fuss with....crappity. :-P
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On an unrelated note: All this stress and emotion lately, I do believe I've lost some weight. booyah. ;-)
Once in a while I like to commit photography sins and bury them in shots posted on Flickr.
I saw a window with globs of crusted dog and kid slobber, so I decided to shoot through it.
Make sure to include bunch of visual garbage and background clutter, including that intense purple pool. Look at that post growing out of Stella's back! Ouch.
Unnecessary geometric texture? Sure enough, and I even made sure to abruptly end it right on top of the focal character.
I feel better.
saturday afternoon wanderings reveal
sights, sounds and smells aplenty
to excite the senses,
the strange and the familiar
enter the conciousness,
new memories born.
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A short-eared owl goes in for the kill. Detecting activity under the snow while soaring 20-30 feet above is quite a remarkable testament to the SEO's acute hearing ability.
Beaver County, Alberta.
Shame Meets the Mercy of Jesus
Christine Caine, Unashamed: Drop the Baggage, Pick Up Your Freedom, Fulfill Your Destiny
Hi, I'm Christine.
At dawn one morning, Jesus went to the temple to teach. The people gathered round, ready to be taught — but the Pharisees rushed up, bringing a woman with them.
Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery,” they said. — John 8:4
My heart catches at the thought of what this woman must have been feeling. Can you imagine her fear? And above all, her humiliation? Caught in the act, yanked from under the covers, dragged through the streets under the stares of her neighbors. Was she covering her face, crying, pleading, silent? We don’t know. But she had to be aware that there would be no erasing the damage now done to her reputation, that she would from this day forward be the subject of whispers and fodder for the town gossips. She had, after all, been caught in the act. She had violated the law.
We know nothing of what may have driven her to this. Was she a repeat offender? Had she been seduced, perhaps even pressured or forced, by an unscrupulous man? Did she give in, in a moment of weakness, to something that she thought might bring her some relief in a loveless marriage? The Bible doesn’t say. What led her to commit adultery is not the point of the story, but rather Jesus’ response to her when her shameful adultery was publicly exposed.
We cannot help but notice that only the woman was brought before Jesus. Isn’t someone conspicuously missing from the scene? Apparently, only the woman — not her lover — was considered enough of an offender to be brought to the temple for immediate judgment. For a woman, adultery was not just a cause of deep shame but also potentially a capital offense.
The Pharisees challenged Jesus:
In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do You say? — John 8:5
The Bible doesn’t leave any doubt about what these men were attempting to do. This wasn’t a matter of wanting to adhere to the purest interpretation of justice according to the law. They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing Him (John 8:6). This woman was their bait. Would Jesus give a nod to stoning her, or disregard the law? Either way, they must have thought, we win.
Jesus didn’t take the bait. And notice how cleverly He distracted the attention of the crowd from the humiliated woman; He knelt and wrote on the ground with His finger. Imagine the crowd’s puzzlement as they watched Him. The Pharisees probably looked at each other, confused, and remained silent for a few moments to see whether He would speak. When He didn’t, they began assaulting Him with questions again, and eventually He stood and uttered the lines that have echoed through the minds of people of conscience ever since:
Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her. — John 8:7
And He knelt and wrote on the ground again.
What was it that he was writing on the ground? A list of the sins of those who stood in judgment? The name of the missing man? It would be fascinating to find out, but that’s not what impresses me most about these verses. I find it a measure of Jesus’ mercy toward the woman that, once again, He draws all eyes away from her and toward Himself as He knelt.
I try to imagine myself in the woman’s place, dragged from the warmth of a bed with perhaps just time enough to snatch a garment or a blanket before being hauled through the streets to stand before Jesus and a hostile, glaring, condemning crowd, already hefting their stones. But for a few precious moments, she senses that no one is looking at her. All eyes are on Jesus. He has interceded for her already—and He hasn’t said anything to her yet. As He would one day soon on the cross, He has taken all her shame and humiliation on Himself and given her a respite.
As if this weren’t relief enough, what happened next must have astonished her even more. The crowd of people began to drift away—“the older ones first,” the Bible tells us (John 8:9).
Jesus didn’t stand until the crowd had dispersed. Then He turned to the woman and said,
Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you? — John 8:10
Don’t you imagine it was with equal parts relief and amazement that she said, “No one, sir.”
Have you ever wondered how God reacts when you fall into sin? Then listen to these gentle words of Jesus and let them echo in your heart:
Then neither do I condemn you. Go now and leave your life of sin. — John 8:11
We don’t know whether any other women were present in the temple courts to witness this exchange, but even if not, surely there were women who witnessed the woman being dragged through the streets by the Pharisees. How grateful and appreciative they must have felt toward this man who actually protected her and showed compassion, as no other men—including, apparently, the man who’d been sleeping with her — were doing.
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From the video: We are meant to live unashamed of who God made us to be. The world says 'shame on you,' but I'm declaring 'shame off you' in Jesus' name! - Christine Caine
Women Are Not “Less Than”
One could argue that the woman was brought for judgment because of her sin, but that would be only partly true. If justice had been the real goal, then the man would have been charged as well. No, this woman was guilty of the crime of being a woman caught in adultery.
If that sounds like an exaggeration, it wasn’t one by much in first-century Israel. Women in that culture were second-class citizens at best, akin to slaves. Men had complete authority over their wives and daughters and made all decisions regarding relationships and activities. The Mishnah, part of the Jewish Talmud, taught that women were like Gentile slaves and could be obtained by intercourse, money, or written contract. Women had few rights inside the home and practically none outside of it. They were not counted as members during a synagogue count, and received little or no religious education, except from their husband if he so desired. Men were discouraged from speaking to women on the street.
First-century Palestine — the world into which Jesus was born — was clearly a male-dominated society, but it certainly hasn’t been the only one. I can point out another one from personal experience: Greek culture. In the Greek family I was raised in, I felt that because I was neither the firstborn nor a son, I was somehow “less than.” “You’re only a woman,” I was told in so many ways — and it was crystal clear that this was not a good thing.
Nowhere in my experience has the denigration of women been clearer as in our work through A21 to rescue sex-trafficked women. In one court case, the accused was asked by the judge, “Why do you traffic women?”
The man shrugged. “They are easier to traffic than drugs and guns,” he said. “The penalty is not as harsh, and you can kick them like an animal, and they will do what you want them to do.”
Misogyny. It’s an ugly word — the hatred of women or girls. It comes to us through governments, cultures, religions, and nations. We’d like to think that it’s something that happens elsewhere, far away, or a long time ago. But no other word describes so precisely the attitude of the trafficker on trial that day, nor of the industry he represents. And it shows up in many other ways as well, from jokes — have you ever heard a blonde joke about a dumb blond man? — to pornography, to the difficulty a woman has getting equal pay for equal work, to the ease with which crimes against women are ignored or covered up.
Women are denigrated as often in modern society as they were in ancient cultures.
Two children are sold into the human sex trade every minute. Nearly two million children are forced into the worldwide sex trade every year.1 And 80 percent of all trafficking victims are women and girls.2 According to the United Nations, there are one hundred million women missing worldwide 3 — and five thousand girls are murdered around the world every year by their parents for acting in ways that shame their family.4
The history of our world — all periods of history, all continents, all cultural traditions — is rampant with damage, oppression, diminishment, contempt, and hostility aimed at women. Just think of the Salem witch trials, for example. Even today, women are stoned to death for adultery in India and Pakistan; they are raped and sold as slaves in Syria. And the men who perpetrate these horrendous acts are excused with religious theology. In every case, in every century, women have been targets. I see this same kind of evil played out in A21 court cases all the time.
Of all places on earth, the Christian church could be the most significant place of healing and hope — the place where women experience the joys of being respected, appreciated, esteemed, included, and celebrated. After all, God Himself made women in His own image —
Male and female He created them. — Genesis 1:26–27, emphasis added
What a profound thought: God’s image is only fully reflected in both man and woman.
When we denigrate a woman, we are in fact diminishing part of the image of God. When we exclude women, we exclude part of God. When we put women down, we tarnish the image of God.
Psalm 139:13 tells us,
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
God took just as much time and care knitting together every female child as He did every male child. Male and female are equally loved and valued by Him. Paul wrote to the Galatians stating this very point:
There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. — Galatians 3:28, emphasis added
In Christ, there is no distinction in value between male and female.
No one dignifies, affirms, and celebrates women like the God of the Bible. Therefore, it should be the church that leads the way and sets the example of placing value upon womanhood... of getting them to Jesus, who can lift their shame and set them free.
Excerpted from Unashamed: Drop The Baggage, Pick Up Your Freedom, Fulfill Your Destiny by Christine Caine,
Unashamed
The Evil Within
3:4 crop from ~33MP | In engine console commands for camera and cheats, KPutt's CE Table for FOV, Flawlesswidscreen for cinematic bars removal, SRWE | Reshade v3 | Lanczos2
Imogen: Hi dear Rina ♥♥ Today is your birthday so I got you a super yummy human heart!! Please eat it while it is still all bloody and softy x3
Prune: hey...I know you had good intentions, despite you just commited homicide...but Rina isn't a vampire like you, she is a human!!
Imogen: Oh really???? Ups I forgot hihihihihihihihi >.< (so I can eat this heart for dinner? GREAT)
Prune: Oh girl, never a normal Pullip in my life.....
Imogen: So my dear Rina, I send you millons of millons of kisses!!!
Prune: (this is getting better :,3)
Imogen: And I hope that all your dreams will come true, that this year will come full of light and than step by step you will find courage and windsom to confront your fears and shyness, that you can realize what an amazing person you are and how much everyone that knows you adores you ♥, expierence happyness and sadness and learn from both of them....and I hope I will always be there to confort you when you need me, laught with you and make you smile as much as you make me smile!
Prune: HOLD ON A SECOND THAT WAS MY CHEERS FOR HER!!! YOU STOLE IT!
Imogen: But I look cuter saying it than you hihihi. Oh Rina, if you ever change your mind about being a human...just give me a call ;D
Imogen's new wig is at my bf's house.... -.- booo I wanted to use it for this pictures for Rina!!! Tomorrow a new girl will be coming home, her name is Orleans and she is a BNP!
Our Daily Challenge - Commit
196:365
The problem with a 365 is you run out of steam and ideas and then it kind of runs flat . . . . . so I try my hardest to come up with different stuff, but alas on the day I have to show real commitment I come up with sneakers on my tiled passage - I know you've seen this before ~ but hey I'm still in the game - and this year (bar crazy beyond control circumstances) I'm going to finish it!
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