Hello. I am Jerry - I hope I don’t make your blog ugly.
This is my face - all of it.
I never show both my eyes. Can you see why?
People have always said that when we’re insecure about something it’s magnified to us, but not as obvious to others… I know I’m not helping the cause by pointing it out, but can you see my insecurity?
Does it make me ugly? Does it make me a ‘freak’? Does it make me unlovable or unacceptable?
I used to think so…See, when I was a baby I developed retinoblastoma - it’s a cancerous tumour in the eye. The only way to save my life was to remove my right eye and give me an artificial one.
My family never made it obvious that I looked different. I never noticed the difference myself until I started attending school.
I endured 11 years of bullying.
11 years of people of all different ages telling me that I was unacceptable, worthless, unlovable, and a ‘freak’.
11 years of people of all different ages telling me I didn’t belong anywhere and I never would. And when I say all different ages, I mean ranging from children to adults. And when you think of bullying, you may imagine me being bullied by a select few. No. The whole school knew me, but not as Jerry. They knew me as the girl who would take whatever they handed out, so they used it to their full advantage.
I can’t remember when I started placing a strand of hair infront of my right eye, but I know it was during secondary school. I thought maybe if I hid it people would forget. They didn’t. And do you know what that strand of hair means to me to this day? It means I’m in prison. I’m bound by the chains people have wrapped around me. I know to you it may be just a strand of hair… But to me it stands for the fact that I don’t feel I can show the world my whole face because of what they’ll say or how they’ll treat me. I remember the days when I was at home, and I couldn’t even put my hair up because I didn’t want my family to see my eye… It got to the point about 2 years ago where I was missing college because it was too windy outside - meaning the wind would blow my hair out from infront of my face, and I would be seen. I was so sure that everyone was looking out for me, that everyone knew me as that ‘freak’ and they were just waiting to grasp an opportunity to ‘attack’ me.Right now I’m still not at the point where I can move that piece of hair.
But I’m getting there… There have been times when it’s been windy out, and I’ve got sick of having to continuously fight with the wind to keep my hair infront of my eye, and there have been times when I lost that fight and had to walk with my head firmly faced to the ground… But recently, there have been times when the wind has blown that strand of hair back and I’ve looked up. Sometimes I even managed to look at people.
Does it mean anything to you? Perhaps not.
But God is jumping for joy and absolutely beaming with pride right now.
Because His beautiful daughter is finally starting to accept herself and see herself as He see’s her.
And I’ve realised that it doesn’t matter whether or not people will accept me as I am when I finally move that strand of hair for the last time, all that matters is that I accept myself and know that God made me just as I am for a reason, and that He does not see imperfection or a ‘freak’. He see’s His beautiful daughter growing into who she was made to be, and overcoming adversity along the way.Very inspiring…you are beautiful, dear one :)
Please seriously reblog this. I saw the poster yesterday in the supermarket and one of my friends knows her…So this is legit. And I know I already reblogged it once, but it could be someones life on the line and so this is important.
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Please seriously reblog this. I saw the poster yesterday in the supermarket and one of my friends knows her…So this is legit. And I know I already reblogged it once, but it could be someones life on the line and so this is important.
(Source: talkischeapbutsoareyo0ou)
PLEASE LISTEN.
Why // Nicole Nordeman
This song has the most beautiful lyrics in the world. This song is from a little girls point of view just before Jesus was about to be crucified. Then Jesus is talking to His Father, God, asking why He as to die. Just read the lyrics why you listen. It is the most powerful song i have ever heard. I
crybawl. every. single. time. I am crying right now. I love You, Jesus. Thank you for dying for me.Little girl : We rode into town the other day,
Just me and my daddy.
He said I’d finally reached that age,
And I could ride next to him on a horse
that of course was not quite as wide.
We heard a crowd of people shouting
And so we stopped to find out why
And there was that man that my dad said he loved,
But today there was fear in His eyes.
So I said, “Daddy, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why is He dressed in that bright purple robe?
I’ll bet that crown hurts Him more than He shows.
Daddy, please can’t you do something?
He looks as though He’s gonna cry.
You said He was stronger than all of those guys.
Daddy, please tell me why.
Why does everyone want Him to die?”
Later that day, the sky grew cloudy,
And daddy said I should go inside.
Somehow he knew things would get stormy,
Boy, was he right, but I could not keep from wondering
If there was somethin he had to hide
So after he left I had to find out.
I was not afraid of getting lost,
So I followed the crowds
To a hill where I knew men had been killed
And I heard a voice come from the cross
And it said, JESUS: ”Father, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why are they casting their lots for my robe?
This crown of thorns hurts me more than it shows.
Father, please can’t you do something?
I know that You must hear my cry.
I thought I could handle a cross of this size.
Father, remind me why.
Why does everyone want me to die?
O, when will I understand why?”
God: ”My precious Son, I hear them screaming.
I’m watching the face of the enemy beaming.
But soon I will cloth You in robes of my own.
Jesus, this hurts me much more than You know.
But this dark hour I must do nothing
Though I’ve heard Your unbearable cry.
The power in Your blood destroys all of the lies.
Soon You’ll see past their unmerciful eyes.
Look there below, see the child
Trembling by her father’s side.
Now I can tell You why;
She is why You must die.
PLEASE LISTEN.
Why // Nicole Nordeman
This song has the most beautiful lyrics in the world. This song is from a little girls point of view just before Jesus was about to be crucified. Then Jesus is talking to His Father, God, asking why He as to die. Just read the lyrics why you listen. It is the most powerful song i have ever heard. I
crybawl. every. single. time. I am crying right now. I love You, Jesus. Thank you for dying for me.Little girl : We rode into town the other day,
Just me and my daddy.
He said I’d finally reached that age,
And I could ride next to him on a horse
that of course was not quite as wide.
We heard a crowd of people shouting
And so we stopped to find out why
And there was that man that my dad said he loved,
But today there was fear in His eyes.
So I said, “Daddy, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why is He dressed in that bright purple robe?
I’ll bet that crown hurts Him more than He shows.
Daddy, please can’t you do something?
He looks as though He’s gonna cry.
You said He was stronger than all of those guys.
Daddy, please tell me why.
Why does everyone want Him to die?”
Later that day, the sky grew cloudy,
And daddy said I should go inside.
Somehow he knew things would get stormy,
Boy, was he right, but I could not keep from wondering
If there was somethin he had to hide
So after he left I had to find out.
I was not afraid of getting lost,
So I followed the crowds
To a hill where I knew men had been killed
And I heard a voice come from the cross
And it said, JESUS: ”Father, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why are they casting their lots for my robe?
This crown of thorns hurts me more than it shows.
Father, please can’t you do something?
I know that You must hear my cry.
I thought I could handle a cross of this size.
Father, remind me why.
Why does everyone want me to die?
O, when will I understand why?”
God: ”My precious Son, I hear them screaming.
I’m watching the face of the enemy beaming.
But soon I will cloth You in robes of my own.
Jesus, this hurts me much more than You know.
But this dark hour I must do nothing
Though I’ve heard Your unbearable cry.
The power in Your blood destroys all of the lies.
Soon You’ll see past their unmerciful eyes.
Look there below, see the child
Trembling by her father’s side.
Now I can tell You why;
She is why You must die.
1. I believe that the potential for youth to do good and to create positive change in the world is greater than it has ever been.
2. I believe that the ROOT of the desire to do good and create positive change in the world HAS to be the GOSPEL.
3. I believe that some of the greatest Christian…
1. I believe that the potential for youth to do good and to create positive change in the world is greater than it has ever been.
2. I believe that the ROOT of the desire to do good and create positive change in the world HAS to be the GOSPEL.
3. I believe that some of the greatest Christian…
Girls, could we talk to you right out of our hearts for a few minutes? It is awkward for us to talk about something of this nature, in person, so we thought we would write our feelings.
We are young men who have been saved and baptized in the Holy Spirit. We desperately want to live for Christ…
(Source: his-love-neverfails)
Girls, could we talk to you right out of our hearts for a few minutes? It is awkward for us to talk about something of this nature, in person, so we thought we would write our feelings.
We are young men who have been saved and baptized in the Holy Spirit. We desperately want to live for Christ…
(Source: his-love-neverfails)
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This is my cousin Jon. He’s only 12 years old but was born premature, has stage 2 lymphoma and just came out of the closet. Everyone at school teases him for being small for his age, gay, and having cancer. He started chemotherapy treatment and quickly began to get better. After a month he was strong enough to go back to school.
Thursday, on his first day back in school, three boys followed him home and beat him with a baseball bat. They took a pocketknife and carved the words ‘faggot cancer baby’ into his leg.
Jon was rushed to the hospital and is in stable, but rough condition.
Last night he told me he wanted to kill himself. I couldn’t do anything but cry.
Please pray for Jon. He has the biggest heart and would do the same for you.
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This is my cousin Jon. He’s only 12 years old but was born premature, has stage 2 lymphoma and just came out of the closet. Everyone at school teases him for being small for his age, gay, and having cancer. He started chemotherapy treatment and quickly began to get better. After a month he was strong enough to go back to school.
Thursday, on his first day back in school, three boys followed him home and beat him with a baseball bat. They took a pocketknife and carved the words ‘faggot cancer baby’ into his leg.
Jon was rushed to the hospital and is in stable, but rough condition.
Last night he told me he wanted to kill himself. I couldn’t do anything but cry.
Please pray for Jon. He has the biggest heart and would do the same for you.
Wrong question. Ask again.
“How come God isn’t letting you feel the wrath from sin?”
If God is real, He would stop all this evil, cause He’s all-powerful, right? What is evil, though? It’s anything that’s against God. It’s anything morally bad or wrong.
It’s murder, rape, stealing, lying,…
Wrong question. Ask again.
“How come God isn’t letting you feel the wrath from sin?”
If God is real, He would stop all this evil, cause He’s all-powerful, right? What is evil, though? It’s anything that’s against God. It’s anything morally bad or wrong.
It’s murder, rape, stealing, lying,…
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