Boobs and more boobs!

Yes, you did read that title correctly. No, you don't need new glasses - No, I did not just mispell "God is so good!" with "Boobs"... And no, I do not need to put an adult warning sign on my blog/get counselling from my pastor/go through a deliverance session. I meant to spell boobs and I did B-D

Are there any boys still giggling over the use of the word 'boobs'? Well here, let me help you get it out of your system......

BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS,
you have them, your dad has them, your mom has them, your grandmother has them, your cow has them (sort of). BOOBS!

And now, the reason why I'm writing this post is because recently, some people made comments about me being less well-endowed being blessed by God with smaller assets. (Don't worry, they said it to my face, so its not like I'm, y'know, bitter or anything...) And of course I was like all sad and such, waving my fist at God and asking if He had been thinking of aeroplane lanes when He designed me thinking that there was something wrong with me/I will never find a boyfriend/I will grow old and alone in Tenneesee with 89 cats and 3 hamster farms. But then after a while, I realised - why the heck am I even bothering about this and thinking that I'm not normal?

The only reason why girls think that there is something wrong with them or that they're not 'normal' is because society has somehow formed a perception of what normal actually is! Ladies are actually thinking that small boobies aren't normal.... Say what now. Somehow, people have forgotten that boobs actually come in multiple sizes and not just the typical, well, BOOBIES! (Sorry, I have to admit, it's a fun word to say.)

So here's too the ladies: Small boobs are totally okay and totally beautiful. Medium boobs are totally okay and totally beautiful. More endowed boobs are totally okay and totally beautiful. Whatever size you are (or aren't), you are totally NORMAL and BEAUTIFUL :-) End of story! No more comparing or wondering or complaining!

(And something that I just have to add on: Nothing you eat will cause your boobs to increase in, uhh, proportions or whatever. Unless you're taking in a lot of fat, which in that case your entire body will, uhh, expand or something. Because my relatives always tell me to eat more - Please, if the things that you ate could determine your boob proportions, I (and a large majority of ladies in the world) would probably be lugging around suitcases on our chests instead of, uhh... You get the idea.)

I asked the Lord that I might grow
In faith and love and every grace
Might more of His salvation know
And seek more earnestly His face

Twas He who taught me thus to pray
And He I trust has answered prayer
But it has been in such a way
As almost drove me to despair

I hoped that in some favored hour
At once He’d answer my request
And by His love’s constraining power
Subdue my sins and give me rest

Instead of this He made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart
And let the angry powers of Hell
Assault my soul in every part

Yea more with His own hand He seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Cast out my feelings, laid me low

Lord why is this, I trembling cried
Wilt Thou pursue thy worm to death?
“Tis in this way” The Lord replied
“I answer prayer for grace and faith”

“These inward trials I employ
From self and pride to set thee free
And break thy schemes of earthly joy
That thou mayest seek thy all in me,
That thou mayest seek thy all in me.”

— I Asked The Lord // John Newton

... in Quietness and Trust is your strength. {Isaiah 30:15}

Tired and weary. Helpless and utterly worn out, frayed threads, dusty curtains. Infinitely small, scared, fearful. Unloved. Desperate. Needy. Hesitant, holding back, uncertainty. Doubts. Burdens. Heaviness. The weight of works - or perhaps lack of it - Guilt. Pulling down. Walls are caving in and I can hardly breathe, and I cannot decide if I am a dry, barren wasteland or a torrential storm raging. I am desperate, reaching out to grasp empty air to steady me. I am leaning on stilts made of sand, standing on floors unsteady, enclosed within invisible limitations. I am lonely, I am guilt-ridden. I am fearful, insecure. I am weary.. I am tired.

Tired of being tired. Tired of struggling. How did I get so hurt, without me realising it? You never see the shards of glass till you feel it.

Tiredness comes when I do not rely on Him for strength. It overwhelms when I do not rest in the shadow of His wings. Still, You beckon me and Your untiring arms are held open. You are there and You long for me to cast all sorrows unto You. You would gladly take it all with tenderness and care, how gentle the heart that I learn from! Come, come, come away. Fall away from the world and into My rest. You take all that I am, giving me all that You are. Peaceful is the heart that holds steadfast to You in the midst of pain. Strong are the hands that hold me and keep me safe. My head rests on You, I lean on Your faithfulness; security and this sweet love paving the way to healing.

How deep is His love for me? Deeper than all the tears I could cry.

I said to the Lord, "You are my Lord; apart from You I have no good thing." {Psalms 16:1}

He is standing in front of me and I rest my head on Him. I lean on Him and feel so secure, so rested, so at peace - it is always in this hug-like embrace I find myself in so often when I have come to the end of all I can do. So I ask, "Why is it always in this way that I find myself in?", because when I come into awareness of Him standing in front of me, His presence, I rest on Him between His shoulders. Being held up by His strength, I know that I can lean all that I am on Him and still have Him support me. And He answers, "Because it is in this way, that you are not standing on your own strength but leaning on Mine." And that is rest, that is peace, that is security. Leaning on Him utterly. On only Him and His completely, perfectly able, Strength.

"Let the beloved of the Lord rest secure in Him, for He shields him all day long, and the one the Lord loves rests between His shoulders." {Deuteronomy 33:12}

The Yirah of Yahweh

The Bible does use this phrase, “the fear of the Lord” often, for example, Psalm 34:11 “Come, my children, listen to me; I will teach you the fear of the LORD.” The Hebrew word “yirah”, used in this phrase is often translated into the English word “fear”. But as you might guess, it’s not that simple. If you break down this word yirah, you find three key elements of it’s definition:

YIRAH:
1) a sense of holy reverence
2) a dread of being disrespectful
3) an overwhelming sense of awe

If you ask me to translate yirah into one English word, looking at those three elements, I don’t think I’d choose fear, at all. Indeed the same word is translated as “awesome”, or “reverence”, or “respect” in other places in the Bible. I dunno, you come up with a better word that sums up those three elements. Maybe there isn’t one in English. Maybe just leave it yirah and be done with it.

Psalm 103:11 “For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is God’s love for those who YIRAH Him”

Psalm 33:18 “The eyes of the LORD are on those who YIRAH him, on those whose hope is in his unfailing love.”

Psalm 103:17 “From everlasting to everlasting the LORD’s love is with those who YIRAH him.”

Psalm 147:11 “The LORD delights in those who YIRAH him, who put their hope in his unfailing love.”

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