Esther UFOT Escribbl

26/09/2024

...HE MAKES EVERYTHING BEAUTIFUL, IN HIS TIME...

28/07/2024

Life isn't tied with a bow, but it is still a gift. Treasure the present whilst anticipating the well packaged Future .

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20/07/2024

Thank God they said i wouldn't make it!🤗 They ignited the zeal aflamed from the already existing sparks*
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25/11/2023

25/11/2023

.... and the atmosphere sent warning signs with no foretells to for an interpretation... the scenes of the previous day left looming cravings... cravings yet to be quenched...somewhat insatiable no matter.....to be continued
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31/07/2023

When you reach a point in your relationship where you must share your past, please, please, please be honest with your partner. You don't want them to hear about your past from someone else, and you don't want to live in guilt or insincerity if you don't tell them.

Nobody truly comes without a painful past. We all have things in our lives that we are not proud of or enjoy recalling or telling others about. Maybe we're even apologetic for what we've done or who we've been, and if our lives were a book, we'd skip that chapter or those pages. But that was in the past, and you're no longer living in it, right? So, don't let the fear of losing them cause you to keep your secret from them; the outcome might not be so pleasant.

Hence, as you are desiring a partner who will address your past with understanding, do well not to allow it to influence your present actions anymore.

Know too that a partner who keeps taunting your past in the present doesn't deserve a future with you.


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14/05/2023

When the accusers call you by your sin,

The son of God calls you by name.

When the accusers drag you into shame,

The son of God lifts your face,

When the accusers want nothing more than to see you fail,

The son of God will do anything to see you restored.

When the accusers start listing your worst faults,

The son of God is calling you to remember your design.

When the accusers start picking up the stones,

The son of God puts down his finger.

I don't know what He wrote,

But I do know this,

Whenever God puts His hands in dirt,

Something beautiful happens.

Whether it be the cosmic clay from which He first fashioned us, and breathed His life into our lungs,

Or grabbing a handful of mud and spit, so a blind man can see the glory of God.

He isn't afraid of our mess.

He doesn't shy from our dirt.

In fact,

He looks for opportunities to put His hands in it.

As His hands become dirty,

Our hearts become clean.

As His clothes become stained,

Our robes are washed white.

As His feet become filthy,

He would rather wash ours.

And as we are deserving of punishment,

He steps in.

When we finally look up and see His face,

He asks,

"Where are your accusers now?"

As loud as the voice of the accuser is,
His voice still overwhelms them all..