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Lord, our Lord,    how majestic is your name in all the earth!

You have set your glory    in the heavens. 2 Through the praise of children and infants    you have established a stronghold against your enemies,    to silence the foe and the avenger. 3 When I consider your heavens,    the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars,    which you have set in place, 4 what is mankind that you are mindful of them,    human beings that you care for them?

5 You have made them a little lower than the angels    and crowned them with glory and honor. 6 You made them rulers over the works of your hands;    you put everything under their feet: 7 all flocks and herds,    and the animals of the wild, 8 the birds in the sky,    and the fish in the sea,    all that swim the paths of the seas.

9 Lord, our Lord,    how majestic is your name in all the earth!

~Psalm 8

(Photo of Nuthatch on a Ponderosa Pine © dramoor 2023)

Phoebe Introduced...

1-2 I want this letter to introduce to you Phoebe, our sister, a deaconess of the Church at Cenchrea. Please give her a Christian welcome, and any assistance with her work that she may need. She has herself been of great assistance to many, not excluding myself.

3-5 Shake hands for me with Priscilla and Aquila. They have not only worked with me for Christ, but they have faced death for my sake, Not only I, but all the Gentile churches, owe them a great debt. Give my love to the little church that meets in their house.

6-7 Shake the hand of dear Epaenetus, Achaia’s first man to be won for Christ, and of course greet Mary who has worked so hard for you. A handshake too for Andronicus and Junias my kinsmen and fellow-prisoners; they are outstanding men among the messengers and were Christians before I was.

8-9 Another warm greeting for Amplias, dear Christian that he is, and also for Urbanus, who has worked with me, and dear old Stachys, too.

10-12 More greeting from me, please, to Apelles, the man who has proved his faith, the household of Aristobulus, Herodion, my kinsman, Narcissus’ household, who are Christians. Remember me to Tryphena and Tryphosa, who work so hard for the Lord, and to my dear Persis who has also done great work for him.

13-15 Shake the hand of Rufus for me—that splendid Christian and greet his mother, who has been a mother to me too. Greetings to Asyncritus, Phlegon, Hermes, Patrobas, Hermas and their Christian group: also to Philologus and Julia, Nereus and his sister, and Olympas and the Christians who are with them.

16 Give each other a hearty handshake all round for my sake. The greetings of all the churches I am in touch with come to you with this letter.

A final warning

17-18 And now I implore you, my brother, to keep a watchful eye on those who cause trouble and make difficulties among you, in plain opposition to the teaching you have been given, and steer clear of them. Such men do not really serve our Lord Jesus Christ at all but are utterly self-centred. Yet with their plausible and attractive arguments they deceive those who are too simple-hearted to see through them.

19-20 Your loyalty to the principles of the Gospel is known everywhere, and that gives me great joy. I want to see you experts in good, and not even beginners in evil. It will not be long before the God of peace will crush Satan under your feet. May the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you.

21-24 Timothy, who works with me, sends his greetings, and so do Lucius and Jason and Sosipater my fellow-countrymen. (Paul has just told me that I, Tertius, who have been taking down this epistle from his dictation, may send you my Christian greetings too.) Gaius, my host (and the host as a matter of fact of the whole church here), sends you his greetings. Erastus, our town clerk, and Quartus, another Christian brother, send greetings too.

25-27 Now to him who is able to set you on your feet as his own sons—according to my Gospel, according to the preaching of Jesus Christ himself, and in accordance with the disclosing of that secret purpose which, after long ages of silence, has now been made known (in full agreement with the writings of the prophets long ago), by the command of the everlasting God to all the Gentiles, that they might turn to him in the obedience of faith—to him, I say, the only God who is wise, be glory for ever through Jesus Christ! — Romans 16 | J.B. Phillips New Testament (PHILLIPS) The New Testament in Modern English by J.B Phillips copyright © 1960, 1972 J. B. Phillips. Administered by The Archbishops’ Council of the Church of England. Cross References: Genesis 3:15; 2 Samuel 15:6; Matthew 5:47; Matthew 7:15; Mark 15:21; Acts 2:9; Acts 9:13; Acts 9:31; Acts 13:1; Acts 18:2; Acts 18:18; Acts 19:22; Acts 20:28; Romans 1:2; Romans 1:8; Romans 2:16; Romans 8:11; Romans 9:3; Romans 11:36; 1 Corinthians 16:20; 2 Corinthians 5:17; 2 Corinthians 12:2; Galatians 1:22; 1 Thessalonians 5:12; Philemon 1:19; 2 John 1:1

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

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August 16, 2023 Verse Of The Day

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People do not talk enough about how amazing Lae'zels voice acting is. Devora Wilde put her whole ass pussy into some of those lines but nobody pays attention and calls laezel one note and angry. But have you listened? Have you heard her voice shake as she cries "what good - this heart of stone - for it to be shattered?" Have you heard the conviction where she declares that Vlaketh has sinned against her? Have you listened to the fear in her voice, the slight tremble when she is talking of becoming a mindflayer and the way that she has utter awe in her tones when she experiences something that is truly spiritual to her? Like. It's such a subtle and great performance.

Considering Psalms 5, Psalm 103

I urge the reader to read the full text of this beautiful Psalm in whichever reputable translation (s)he prefers. I am using the New International Translation, with very slight changes. Psalm 103 is subscripted “Of David”. Over all, about half of the 150 Song-Poems of the Book of Psalms are so ascribed. As we noted last time, scholars have long suspected that some of these were composed and…

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With You at the Helm

Today is Monday, sweet Jesus, lover of my soul, best friend and confidant

My life is in your hands, my will is my own, mostly, but I humbly ask you to break my will and make it yours

A new day, a fresh start with you as my glory; lead me, guide me and direct my every thought, move and word out of my mouth

With You at the helm I am secure on my path in my passage as together we navigate this day

O Mighty Lion of Judah! Who can oppose You, Almighty King? Fire goes before You and burns your enemies – Those who blaspheme your holy name, Those who reject your hand of mercy, And wear pride like a necklace. Day and night they feed themselves on evil And say to your elect,   “Where is your God, lowly souls?” There is no fear of Thee in them, O Lord! They do not abhor evil. Their tongues frame deceit and destruction. They try your patience over and over, O God, And say to themselves, “The world belongs to us.” How foolish they are, O Lord! From your throne on high, O glorious One, You look at them and laugh, And suddenly they are no more. You cast your enemies into the arms of Gehenna, Where death viciously smothers the voice of peace, Where terror and misery scream out loud. There, in dreadful straits and torment, Your enemies lie. Never to rise again. Their vileness shall be exalted no more, Nor shall the voice of their boastful talk be heard again. Upon the ungodly, O mighty One, Your coals shall rain, And their cups be fed with fire, brimstone and a burning wind. But blessed are the humble, Those who seek after You, O Lord, Those who put their trust under the shadow of your wings. They feed on your faithfulness, And delight in your tender mercies. For You do not forget their cries. To the joy of their souls, You shall crown them with glory. In You forever they rest in hope; They shall see your face, Almighty King, And dwell in your glorious presence forever. Your presence, O Holy One, is joy to its fullness; It is life in abundance and everlasting glory.

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God loves you.

isaac

“My home is by your altars, Lord... blessed are those who dwell in your house, they never cease to praise you.”

~Psalm 84:4-5

(Photo © dramoor 2013 Cong, Ireland)

I don't want to sound weird, but the way you draw Game Vanessa is just, p e r f e c t, i want her to do unspeakable things to me, and i get why women on her also simp for her lol-

Vanny is a tumblr sexywoman/pos

cw. sanji x f!reader, smoking, praise kink, mating press

Thinking about Sanji just absolutely pounding you into the bed beneath you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every hard thrust of his hips, all the while his cigarette rests between his lips.

The smell of sex is almost as intoxicating as the smoke from his tab, but you don’t care, especially not when he’s ramming into you with a force that knocks the air out of your lungs every time, leaving you panting under him as he grips at your quivering thighs. 

“Good girl,” he mutters, one of his hands leaving your thighs and coming up to his face, removing the cigarette from his mouth and blowing the smoke into the room, stopping altogether and watching you buck your hips needily for more friction. 

“Oh, you’re so desperate…” he says, a slight curve on his lips as he watches how eager you are for him to continue. “Need me to fuck this pussy until you’re all filled up, don’t you?” 

You nod, tears threatening to slip down the corners of your eyes.

“No, princess, you gotta use your words” he says, smoke seeping out of his mouth with every word. 

“I need it, Sanji…” you barely whisper, and he places the cigarette back in between his lips to use both of his hands to force you into a mating press, the new angle allowing him to reach deeper into your walls. 

You moan his name over and over, the tears finally dripping down your cheeks as the head of his cock abuses your sweet spot repeatedly. 

“You’re doing such a good job, taking me so well…” he says, a string of groans following his words, soft grunts to the same rhythm of his thrusts against you. His brows are furrowed as he looks down, focusing on the way your pussy is swallowing his cock whole, leaving a white ring of your arousal on him.

“You look so pretty when you’re creaming around me, pretty girl” he praises, and he knows you like it when he feels you clenching around him. “You like that? You like me calling you my pretty girl? my angel?”

His calloused hands grip your thighs a little harder at the way you scream his name, his fingertips dig into your skin, sure to leave marks until tomorrow, just the way he likes it. 

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he immediately made scarab his own ao3 account afterwards.

Dog girls want one thing, and it's fucking disgusting.