This is life. People will screw you over. You’ll fight with your family. You’ll witness things that will change you forever. You’ll blame new lovers for things old lovers did. You’ll lose best friends you thought would always be there. You’ll come to realize that everyone has a past. You’ll cry, you’ll laugh, and you’ll embarrass yourself. But then, you’ll find your very own moment where none of that matters; where you can sit back and realize that shit happens to the people who can handle it and that this is who you are, and that no one should want to change you, including yourself.
“In the same way a mosaic is made up of broken, ragged, and dirty pieces of glass, so the church is made up of broken, ragged, and dirty people. But when you zoom out and see the whole picture, you see something beautiful. Broken people living life together is a beautiful picture.”—
“Congratulations! You’re not perfect! It’s ridiculous to want to be perfect anyway. But then, everybody’s ridiculous sometimes, except perfect people. You know what perfect is? Perfect is not eating or drinking or talking or moving a muscle or making even the teensiest mistake. Perfect is never doing anything wrong – which means never doing anything at all. Perfect is boring! So you’re not perfect! Wonderful! Have fun! Eat things that give you bad breath! Trip over your own shoelaces! Laugh! Let somebody else laugh at you! Perfect people never do any of those things. All they do is sit around and sip weak tea and think about how perfect they are. But they’re really not one-hundred-percent perfect anyway. You should see them when they get the hiccups! Phooey! Who needs ‘em? You can drink pickle juice and imitate gorillas and do silly dances and sing stupid songs and wear funny hats and be as imperfect as you please and still be a good person. Good people are hard to find nowadays. And they’re a lot more fun than perfect people any day of the week.”—
“I believe that we are who we choose to be. Nobody’s going to come and save you, you’ve got to save yourself. Nobody’s going to give you anything. You’ve got to go out and fight for it. Nobody knows what you want except for you. And nobody will be as sorry as you if you don’t get it. So don’t give up on your dreams.”—
It really makes me irritated when people tell me that having tattoos is a sin and they proceed to quote Leviticus 19:28 at me. Leviticus 19: 25-28 reads, “But in the fifth year you may eat its fruit. In this way your harvest will be increased. I am the LORD your God.” ‘Do not eat any meat with the blood still in it. ” ‘Do not practice divination or sorcery.” ‘Do not cut the hair at the sides of your head or clip off the edges of your beard.” ‘Do not cut your bodies for the dead or put tattoo marks on yourselves. I am the LORD.” This basically says, only eat fruit after it’s been harvested for 5 years, don’t eat any meat, don’t cut your hair, and don’t get tattoos or cut your body for the dead. If you’re preaching at me about having tattoos then I sure hope that you follow the rest of that passage. It was directed towards people worshiping Pagan gods, not a modern day society. Hint, the Old Testament. In the New Testament Revelations 19:16 reads, “On his robe and on his thigh he has this name written: king of kings and lord of lords.” Judge me if you will but I know my scripture, I know my faith, and I know that there isn’t anything wrong with getting tattoos.
Being beautiful is more than how many boys you can get to look at you, or how much makeup you can wear. It’s about what you live for. It’s about what define you. It’s about the heart that you have, and what makes you special. It’s about those little quirks that make you, you. It’s about knowing that you are a creation of God, created in His imagine. It’s about shining for Him, no matter what else is going on around you. It’s about going against the flow, and living out what you honestly think. And that is a beautiful thing.