So God, being God and all, completely shook me to my core. He overwhelmed me with His love. He drew back the covers that were preventing me from seeing myself as I really am, a daughter of God. Unique and carefully handmade to be Anie Emmerick. No one else can be me. He wanted me to stop trying to please everyone else and focus on Him. God spoke to me and told me that He would never leave me, no matter what, and there was no need to be worried anymore. And you know what? My anxiety was replaced with such a deep peace, I couldn’t remember every being this calm before. I still feel like that, because I still feel God with me, and know that He’s here holding my hand every day. I don’t feel like I have to try and be who my friends want me to be, because I realised that God loves me already as I am. And that has set me free. I don’t look in the mirror and hate what I see, because I see myself like God sees me: as His child, beautiful in my own way, precious to Him. And I don’t hate myself anymore, because I know that I am valuable. I’m not the glass half-empty girl anymore, because receiving and returning God’s love has changed my entire mindset. He has made me strong, and His love has allowed me to love others so much more. And the best thing is that as much as I know He loves me, which is beyond comprehension, He loves each one of you equally.
21. UNDA. Education. Catholic.
We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia.
this explains the 90s kids (via ladymargaerytyrells)
Anonymous asked: hey Anie you're heaps fabulous.
BEC, you’re heaps beautiful x
Praise God. He has abundantly blessed me and I will shout of his glory.
I can’t believe it’s tomorrow. I am not ready for this at all.
life as we know it.: Seriously MC and Mel have been blamed continuously for these past two days over the death of the nurse Jacinta Saldanha....
The media has continued to put the blame on MC and Mel and has decided to sweep the other reasons leading up to her death under a rug. The woman (and I say this with no disrespect at all) killed herself. She was clearly battling other issues, probably suffering from…
Praying for Harrison Kadell, his family, and all the other kids over in Fiji on schoolies right now. Stay safe.
Can I take a moment to point out that this artsy image looks like a piece of sticky-tape and a printed word document stuck on some coloured paper. Seriously? And this is worth 3500 notes? Yes, the message is great. But honestly, this is being valued for it’s artistic merit? This speaks volumes of the way society has turned, perpetuated by the tumblr community who endorse laziness like there’s no tomorrow (because who needs tomorrow when you can scroll through tumblr all day and night).