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1. You asked me if I was afraid to die with your hands around your throat. Then got angry when I told you I was afraid that you said loving me made you feel like constantly being choked. 2. I told you I was drowning and you asked me to stay away before I got you wet. 3. You said you knew your cat loved you because she always presented dead birds at your feet, as you pulled up your shirt to show me the scars marking the number of times you’d thought about me. 4. You said I was most beautiful when I was burning, then said you hated the smell of ash as I set myself on fire. 5. You complained that I didn’t open myself up, then screamed at the mess I made as I let myself bleed. 6. You said you didn’t want to feel anything for me then got angry when I tried to leave. 7. You told me it wasn’t pretty to hate myself, so I let you do it for me.
This Is Why It Didn’t Last | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)


The lynch mob doesn’t want truth. It doesn’t want redemption or righteousness either. With the shame of the woman they had tasted blood. Now they wouldn’t back down until their desire was satiated. No word could hold them back. They would press Jesus till they had what they wanted. But then Jesus spoke a word they had not expected. It was a heaven-sent word. It was a word rooted in truth and a word that struck their very soul. They knew they were not sinless. This word of truth penetrated to the hearts of those who were mature and knew both life and law. As Jesus glanced away to write in the dust, he gave them permission to leave without being shown up. For a brief moment, righteousness triumphed over hatred and self-importance. Those who were younger followed the example of the older men, leaving the woman protected and safe with Jesus. Redemption in action. The Gospel portrayed before our very eyes. Jesus takes the hate of hell and our own sin and turns back the foe, leaving us safe and in his presence.

you were born
you were born fighting
to be alive.
you were born with no further
capabilities but to feel
and yet i’ve seen you now,
so closed off
so ready to turn your head
if it will keep you from getting hurt.

you were born with a ferocity
only replicated by fire
so why,
in the time since then,
have you become nothing
but smoke?
a poem for me, a poem for you | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
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