It’s not possible to profess true love for God and live life fearing Satan. This lack of faith gives Satan a power beyond God’s in the mind; the fear becomes a form of worship itself!
The Muslim tradition teaches a healthier approach to thinking about the role of Satan in our lives. From my experiences and reflection, I can say it feels very accurate. To me, it’s like this: Have you ever felt like you just don’t trust someone? You warn your friends or loved ones to watch out for this person, but they don’t believe you? That’s the way Satan feels about humanity.
According to tradition Satan was one of the highest angels in heaven. When Adam was created, Satan refused to serve him or mankind. Satan disobeyed with his wish to only serve God, for that he was banished. Never losing his adoration for God, Satan’s mission is to create the various distractions people use to corrupt and waste their lives, thus proving he was correct about humanity.
So what is there to fear but our own actions and missteps that lead from our distinct paths of goodness? Do you have to be tripped up by every obstacle and distracted by every desire? Is it Satan’s fault you choose them? Do not live in fear of dark forces, shine the light, focus, keep it moving.
Whenever, wherever the person who want to keep safe as well as moving u forward it can be directly or indirectly but finally each Nd everything is dedicated#sacrifice # for u, it's called yearning of love 😍....when he/she always thinking about yourself that what!!??? It's a breath of soul for us that he/she don't want a far from soul....means he/she is living in heart.....#agony#yearning#pain#consolation #
A YEARNING MAN'S PRAYER
I don't put my knees to task so much these days
But I like to think it's worth
bargaining with divine entities
to get the chance to
wake up to the light in your eyes, the shape of your lips,
those slow urgent moves that transcend waistlines
the winks, the twitching, and the rhythmic jiggling of
smooth mounds of flesh
which visual representations from flashlights
fail to do justice to.
I dream of ways to
decode the source of power
behind that voice that actually flows to my throat,
akin to pink flavours of yoghurt
the soothing way the letters
of my name alight from
the tip of your tongue,
and healing that comes from
the sound of your breathing
over wires that stretch for hundreds of miles.
I may not have the fullest picture
of what "home" is,
but if this is it, I will gladly take off my socks,
fling my vest to obscure corners
make a fireplace out of your skin, substitute mugs of coffee with the warmth moisture of your lips
I am used to wandering, but if oblivion is the price to pay for shelter, then let me be forgotten between your arms, left for dead at your bosom, buried neck deep at the intersection between navel and thigh
Let sincere hugs cause me to forget the world
and I hope it won't be too much to ask
for my fingers to search for playgrounds
amongst every layer of hair on your skin.
📷 : @jus_oge@abosewuese#yearning#poetry#poetsofig#desire#longing#fauxpoetry#home#weather
gazing / out into / the blue / waters / as if / scrying / for answers. // whispering / one's wishes / into the / silence / of the / night: / a prayer / for the / beloved; / impassioned plea / for clarity / for healing / for sense / in the / midst / of one's / conundrums. // and one / retires / for the / end of / the day; / eyes closed / to the / world, / quiet whisper / fading / to even / breathing.
30 יום בלי אבא 😢
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38 שנים היה לי אבא. תודה אבא 🙏 #father#yearning#missthefather#missyou#earlydeath#family#ache