1. blakebaggott:

    I’m gonna open a Christian bakery called graceabons, because where cinnabons, graceabons even more.

    (via aznsgonewild-ontumblur)

  2. sooo attractive. <3

    (Source: toughcuriosity)


  3. even though I’m half way across the world with so much to see and do.. all I really want to do is sit on the couch, watch youtube videos, and eat potato chips all day.


  4. "If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad."
    — My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via jessicapshaw)

    (Source: hrive-ithiliel, via yesdarlingido)


  5. what is life

    because I have 193428934 things to do before wednesday -_______-;;


  6. "If you asked your girlfriend, “Do you want a Hawaiian vacation for your birthday?” and she didn’t say anything, would you buy plane tickets? If you asked someone at the grocery store, “I only have one item, do you mind if I check out ahead of you?” and they stared determinedly into space, would you cut in front of them? Why is it that “you didn’t say no” applies only to sex?"

  7. currently so stressed I want to pull all my hair out


  8. In other news, a breast cancer patient’s husband walked into the office of the doctor I work with today.  His wife was in surgery, so he decided to pay a visit.

    He was old enough that he likely served through Korea and Vietnam.  I can’t imagine the things he has seen and the difficult circumstances he had been through.

    But he stood there, stumbling through sentences, his voice shaking.  I was facing the other direction and didn’t want to turn around and invade his privacy.  But I realized after, he was crying as he spoke.

    He thanked him for being the one to identify his wife’s breast cancer, for setting up the consults, talking to them about their options, he spoke about how highly he regarded him as a physician and a person, then joked that he was holding all of his wife’s valuables (he was presumably carrying a purse) because that’s what Mrs. X insists.  

    What struck me about this conversation wasn’t the gratefulness the husband had for the doctor.  It was the immense amount of love he had for his wife that showed in the way he spoke about her.  It was he started saying “I can’t even imagine if…” and couldn’t even finish his sentence.  It was that tone in his voice that indicated that he couldn’t imagine his life without her yet, although they were already aging.  To be a physician who is welcomed into perhaps the most vulnerable states your patients and their families will ever be in?  That is why this is worth it.


  9. moments like this.

    My dad and I disagree a lot.  In fact, this morning began with me slamming the garage door as he told me if I acted this way, I would for sure get fired from the job I begin in August.

    But he is stubborn, I am stubborn, but I learn so much from him regardless of how many times we disagree.

    Some background: PCUSA is this governing body that basically instills checks and balances into presbytarian churches to make sure the pastoral leadership within each church follows guidelines and what not.  PCUSA has been debating and revoting over the new guidelines they are hoping to enforce about ordaining LGBT pastors and allowing churches within PCUSA to recognize same-sex marriages. Just yesterday, they passed this.  The interpretation still leaves it up to each individual church to determine how they would like to implement this.

    Since PCUSA began talks of this new interpretation, the leadership of my church in Tacoma have been figuring out ways to leave PCUSA out of a “righteous indignation” and their “spiritual obligation to uphold the truth.”

    I’ve been hearing my dad’s side comments about our church for months now.  How he believes the pastors are being blasphemous, manipulative, sneaky.  It didn’t come to full circle that THIS was the topic he was talking about.  It wasn’t until today that I realized my dad and his friends are actually the ones who are actively trying to convince the pastoral staff to change their views instead of storming out and continuing to be so close minded.   

    So yesterday, I saw one of the pastors from my church in Tacoma, post “bye bye PCUSA” on facebook right after this new interpretation was approved.  And a slew of posts about “fleeing from sin and the plague of death.”

    First of all, their words break my heart.  It breaks my heart that they don’t understand the weight their words hold, or the very real people it ostracizes, or how hypocritical their view is to the very foundations that Christianity was founded on.  The thought that there is a loving God, who LOVES first, foremost, and forever.

    So I asked my dad about it.  Mostly angry at how a college/high school pastor who naturally has influence over so many young kids, could post something like this.

    My dad’s initial response?  "yeah.. they’re just little shits."

    I literally LOL’d when he said this, because that was exactly what I was thinking.  

    He went on to describe the biblical intricacies of interpreting scripture.  That if we truly believe God’s word is living, breathing, and sharper than a double edged sword.  We have to also agree that interpretations change, just as society changes, and that there is a constant need to constantly re-examine The Bible, just as it is necessary to continually examine other aspects of our lives.  We talked about how in biblical times, the ill were outcasted out of fear of getting the healthy sick.. but as our scientific understanding of disease grows, we understand that outcasting the sick was a very narrow minded perspective that they made based on the information they had available at the time.  It is ridiculous to shelter our perspectives.  We must learn, we must grow, we must progress.

    We also went on to discuss the spectrum of religion.  Love <-> Rules.  I loved what my dad said when he discussed that rules? they’re easy.  they’re clean.  they leave no room for interpretation.  you’re saved or your not, and you have complete control over that depending on your actions.  with rules, all you can trust in is a system. But love?  it’s hard.  it is messy.  it isn’t dependent on you, but another being.  but with love, comes trust.  and this trust manifests in a complete confidence that regardless of all the variables in life, God is God, He is good, and you are who He says you are. 

    At the end of the day, my dad basically said that all of our versions of Christianity look different.  That mine is different than his, and vice versa.  And we all need to learn to be more compassionate and understanding of people’s perspectives and circumstances. but fundamentally, Christianity states that you’re saved if you believe in Jesus.. and when did that not become enough?

    I’m incredibly proud of my dad for the time of person he is.  I’ve always admired that he is the type of person who fights for what he fundamentally believes in, even when he had nothing to personally benefit.  I don’t think my dad and his friends will win this battle with our church and that is incredibly frustrating.  But there is hope.  A large, fairly conservative organizing Christian body opening up the table for discussion, admitting their old way of thinking could be improved, and following through by changing their interpretation.  That’s a huge win and maybe not the extent of progress I hope there will be soon, but it is at least a step in the right direction.


  10. Anonymous said: Pizza or hot pockets?


    Pizza flavored hot pockets.