My name is Yvette. I'm 25 years old. I am a Texan, born and raised, but my dream is to someday move to Seattle, WA. I am a Certified Medical Assistant working for a managed care organization in the DFW, and a nursing student on a break. I'm into people. I'm a pretty emotional being, but 98% of the time it's positive emotion, so don't get it twisted, haha! J.K. Rowling is a goddess, enough said. Don't be shy, I LOVE getting to know my followers, so drop me an ask sometime! None of the content from this blog is original, unless otherwise stated. If I post something of yours without credit please shoot me a message and I'll credit you or delete it, whichever you'd like. Enjoy. xoxo.
"I’ve been a deep believer my whole life. 18 years as a Southern Baptist. More than 40 years as a mainline Protestant. I’m an ordained pastor. But it’s just stopped making sense to me. You see people doing terrible things in the name of religion, and you think: ‘Those people believe just as strongly as I do. They’re just as convinced as I am.’ And it just doesn’t make sense anymore. It doesn’t make sense to believe in a God that dabbles in people’s lives. If a plane crashes, and one person survives, everyone thanks God. They say: ‘God had a purpose for that person. God saved her for a reason!’ Do we not realize how cruel that is? Do we not realize how cruel it is to say that if God had a purpose for that person, he also had a purpose in killing everyone else on that plane? And a purpose in starving millions of children? A purpose in slavery and genocide? For every time you say that there’s a purpose behind one person’s success, you invalidate billions of people. You say there is a purpose to their suffering. And that’s just cruel."