Unedifying songs dampen the soul. The lyrics weaken spiritual resolve. It mocks the fabric of faith.
There’s this idea the world paints that fuels us to keep going in a context that isn’t healthy & you know, that just robs us off the beauty that comes with taking pauses.
If you’re thinking femininity, think brocade.
If you’re thinking vintage and class, think brocade.
Writing down in your journal instead of having it just in your head comes off as an agreement and whenever you don’t fulfil, it appears like a breach which would pump you to doing better the next day.
People would just think you’re a small girl with being on pinafore my thoughts would often seep in but then I’d quickly also reply, “yeah, there’s nothing wrong
Frankly speaking, I’m not one who’s had a linear growth since being saved, but recently, I’m beginning to see what one misses out as one consistently indulges in that kind of spiritual dynamics that doesn’t trust God for stability.
I actually didn’t take cognisance until someone mentioned to me & I didn’t hesitate for too long before agreeing.
Asides the sleeves, I like the pleats of the