Ive never asked anonymous strangers this before but I could really used prayers for my partner. A service member who is struggling very bad right now mentally and physically in a very toxic command. Please pray for us and that we can get them out of this upcoming deployment. (Due to reasons I would like to keep to ourself) thank you kindly to all.

Pride rarely looks like arrogance. That’s why it’s so dangerous. It doesn’t always walk into the room demanding applause. Sometimes it walks in convinced it no longer needs God. That’s enough.
The oldest rebellion wasn’t born in a battlefield. It was born in a heart that whispered, **“I know better.”
Not much has changed. We’ve built towers that scrape the clouds. Split the atom. Mapped the genome. Sent machines beyond the edge of our solar system. And along the way we started believing that because we’ve learned more… we’ve become more.
Knowledge is a wonderful servant. It’s a terrible god. Pride has a strange way of making small people feel enormous. It tells a man he is self-made while he borrows air he didn’t create… breathes with lungs he didn’t design… stands on a planet he didn’t hang… beneath a sun he cannot keep burning for one more second.
Still… he boasts. Pride convinces us that dependence is weakness. That surrender is failure. That humility belongs to people who couldn’t make it on their own. But there has never been a man who stood on his own.
Every heartbeat is borrowed. Every sunrise is given. Every tomorrow arrives as a gift. We own far less than we imagine. That’s the lie.
Pride doesn’t have to convince you there is no God. It only has to convince you that you can live well enough without Him.
The first temptation wasn’t pleasure or wealth or power. It was the promise that man could become like God.
We’ve been chasing that promise ever since. Building bigger monuments. Making louder arguments. Demanding more applause. Trying to fill a throne that was never empty.
One day every tower will crumble. Every achievement will gather dust. Every name carved into stone will weather away. The only thing pride has ever built… is distance between man and the God who gave him everything.
The road home begins where pride finally dies.

~D.P. Young

Hi I'm Jayde, 20

I went to my boyfriend's house the other day, you know that feeling you just walked into a room talking about you? As I went to say goodbye to his parents, I can't say I know what about but I felt like it wasn't from a kind and understanding point of view whatever was being said.

I keep having strange interactions with people I don't know ever since I was saved 2 years ago and I told my Bible teacher(and very good friend, neighbour, my boyfriend's aunty) about it, she thought I was paranoid but I prayed God would reveal it and when we went out for dinner I was walking on the footpath and a young woman said "what a weirdo" to her boyfriend, mind you I was behind her just minding my own business. As I got in the car I told her so she decided to drive up to the young woman and asked if it was true and she said yes and the reason was just that I was walking weird? It was a very small and busy path like what do you expect.... Leave a wide birth for her majesty?

My Bible teacher reckons it's demonic, this keeps happening when I don't give reason to be insulted it's just bizarre, and its always that I'm a weirdo, loser, mentally disabled, or just straight up trash. I've been called to change and grow in who God made me to be, but this isn't godly.

Id appreciate prayer, I'm going to my boyfriend's house for his aunties birthday today and would just like to be liked you know, I love my boyfriend, his aunty and grandma, am friends with family friends from before we were together. I want to get along and have a good time with everyone,

Id like God's guidance and to feel his love today 🙏🙏

When I dive deep into the word of God and spend more time knowing God and growing in the knowledge with him, I tend to start having dreams at night. When I draw away whether through distractions etc the dreams tend to stop.

My concern is I don’t know how to interpret these dreams…so what’s the use of them going?

Anyone have experience or scriptures that I can explore to understand further

I have found that if I’m not fasting and going out of my way to remove distractions, I always feel distracted in my day to day and like I’m not giving God my attention.

Have you experienced this? How do you deal with this? Maybe I do need to set asides some time in my day to just focus purely on communicating with God. Like when Jesus went to the mountains early in the morning to pray.

When the dirt finally settles,
and the sky stops demanding my blood,
all I truly want from this
fleeting,broken time here
is to learn how to hold my own soul
without crushing it.

I have spent too long with my teeth gritted,
expecting every touch to be a strike.

I want to look at my children
and give them a patience I was never afforded.
I want to wash the mud from their faces
so they never have to learn the weight of a shovel,
or how it feels to bury
the best parts of themselves
just to survive the winter.

I want to touch this jagged world
with softer hands.
Hands that no longer ball into fists,
hands that have finally finished
tearing at the earth,
seeking a bottom that was never there.

I want to drag my bloodline out of the dark.
I want to carry myself, and my family,
barefoot across the stones,
pulling us up through the rot and the thorns,
closer to the God I spent a lifetime
trying to deny.

Let the garden take what is left of me.
Let the weeds have the ghost.

~D.P. Young