I’m responsible for every word that comes out my mouth.....I’m a woman of few words.
My sighs grow deeper as the days grow darker. In need of light by the Son.
I’m finding there are more and more days when I feel like only The Lord can understand my heart, mind and the cloudiness. Only He can help me to keep moving as every attack tries to pull me down. Before I can recover from the last, two more are added. But I know this too shall pass, just praying soon.
Wisdom received and applied can renew the spirit. Sometimes just doing what you’re told helps you to keep moving forward.
You can’t look to man for what only God can do. Men can’t heal your broken places or complete your missing parts. Their love can only add onto what God has already healed and completed. You have to start at the source.
There is a level of confidence that comes with aging you unequivocally become your authentic self.
He spoke healing into me, covering all the wounds that pretended to be healed but were still tender to the touch.
There is no one that loves me like you. Wholly, completely, regardless of fault, and despite my sin. You grow me with each passing day and draw near to me to keep me in peace. Your love calms my storms as the water rages and the winds blow. Your word takes the weight off of me and gives me hope to make it to the next day. And the people you surround me with remind me that this too shall pass. This is just but a small thing in your eyes. Thank you for my life and those that love me for through them I see more of you.
Sometimes the things that life throws at you sucks. It’s hard and I’m ready for this season to be over. Beyond ready.
You will not put me in a box and tell me to stay there. You will not define me, I will become all that I was created to be.
We can choose to succumb to the despair that is awaiting to consume us or in the HOPE that is promised.
I wear my battle scars like a fat suit. The only way I can shed the weight is by starvation.
I know it’s a season but it seems like the season has forgotten it was only that.
I think it’s funny how when things don’t go our way and people don’t act how we want, we choose to see them in our emotion rather than for who they have always been and are. I’m not talking about strangers but people you’ve known and are close to. You’d rather paint them as the bad one then self-reflect and see another view point. Having multiple view points and experiences help to grow and mature ones thinking but limited vision could eventually lead to blindness.
When someone may act off for their usual self I tend to wonder what’s going on with them. There actions may affect me but the concern is what’s really going on with them. Take time to come out of yourself and see that the world d...
When looking through my peephole I only see one perspective. But on the other side my view is full range.
Only the persecuted understand persecution. Those persecuting are blind to the feelings and thoughts of those they persecute. They’re stricken with power and force their will blindly in the name of justice.
Taking away my voice so that you can only hear yours, will leave you sitting amongst fools. Don’t fear me, I can do nothing to you. Fear the Lord, for WE ALL shall reap what we sow.
You can’t take my freedom because you didn’t give it. My freedom is in my soul. This body is only a temporary housing.
I Pray for all things and move according to His direction not yours. Being mindful of His will on my life is the key to my freedom.
Knocked down by life she had no choice but to fight back. She chose her words carefully as she prayed.
Everything vies for your attention: school, work, family, friends, responsibilities. But if you don't give yourself enough attention: rest, water, nourishment, exercise and down time you'll find yourself used up and overwhelmed. Remember to take time at the beginning of your day because others will quickly fill the rest of it up for you.
This is what I’m learning!
Test after test after test, challenge after challenge after challenge. No breaks no air just weight......breaking
Waiting for a lift....
Most of my life I’ve been waiting. Waiting like now for a lift, waiting for others, or waiting for something. Patiently I’d wait, always patiently. I’ve gotten so accustomed to it I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or bad thing. In life I’m not in a rush, but shouldn’t something’s be hurried. Like my money, I’d like for that to be hurried. But no I wait. They’re late as usual so I read or let my thoughts wonder. Actually this time waiting allows me to clear my head. Drifting from thought to thought and dream to dream. Sometimes I even chuckle at the little sayings I come up with for imaginary conversations I’ll never have. Some might find me weird but I don’t stir the p...
I barely missed hitting him as he fell into the crosswalk looking backwards. I put my flashers on and got out. He grunted hitting the lights, signaling to turn them off. Are you ok? He nodded his head up and down but winced loudly as he rose up. He held me tightly as I helped him into the car. Once in he hit the locks and pointed forward whimpering. That’s when I saw it coming.
No rest for the weary, no sleep for the tired. The vivid dreams I grasp at are gone before I can realize them.
Unpolished dented and fraying. Pushed into a corner collecting dust. Waiting for someone to remember it’s value.
I missed the bus today....
I missed the bus today. I could say it was an accident but I don’t believe in such things. I know that all things are purposed. So I wonder what this trek will bring. As I stand here waiting for the next bus I have twenty minutes to wait. As I pull out my book to read an elderly lady joins me. We say hello and as I start to dive in, she starts talking. She tells me about her grandkids and how she’s on her way to go visit one now who’s sick. I tell her I’m sorry to hear that but I’ll keep her in prayer. She says thank you and as we finish up our conversation the bus arrives. She takes the last seat upfront as I continue to the middle.
That’s my five minutes for th...