I am checking off a list of things I need to do. I often forget to be rejoicing and glad that today is here and that God allowed me to wake up again.
Today I’m exhausted and my spongy heart is drained. The world seems a little too loud, people seem a little too needy and I am censoring myself to remain Godly and kind.
I've heard it in the chillest land— And on the strangest Sea— Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb—of Me.
However, we have been blessed with people who will help out if needed. We always remember that God gives us our paychecks and he helps us use wisdom and care about how we spend our money. We also allow for forgiveness if Jman and I mess up with money. Jman and I argue and talk about money and then we come to decision. We also pray about how the best to use our money. We talk to our parents and discuss it with them.
My big brown eyes are perfect. And my lips are fine the way they are. They might be misshapen a little but that’s how God made me.
Why do we have grey skies? Is it just for rainbows?
Then I remembered that Jesus was beaten before he died, It was a weird moment where I thought that sounded much worse than getting poked. I was reminded Jesus was human, even though he never sinned he was human. He probably stubbed his toe, stepped on rocks and felt the same pains that I did. For the first time during chemo, something was worst than chemo.
Then we are giving the new believer a watered down version of the bible that fits our wants and desires.
The dragon of great might Slowly creeps In the darkest night
She could take pictures, watch shows, walk around. There were often no people who would make life feel uncomfortable for her.
It takes patience, planning and of course praying. God in charge and knows what’s in my heart. I have to believe as a young girl with dreams of a big family with many cultures was a God-given dream.
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much;
I am often more aware on days that I’m of unexpected blessings. Like hummingbirds, gratitude and sometimes even making a connection with my students that I work with. Unexpected blessings are my favorite blessings because they help remind me that God is in control. Just like this morning where I feel drained to barely function, God tugged at my heart to share my heart.
We protect the bullied, stand up to the bullies and respect each other.
But this summer, I decided that the only way to check off some of the things in my bucket list is to take a step forward by faith and go back to school.
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
My faith in God has become less polluted. Many times before I started my blog, I would have burdens place on my heart. I am a processor, I process everything, it’s like being a sponge but I have to think about everything.
I starred it down hoping the winds blow it out, however, the rain bands come in torrents and far between.
First story shared
Fills me with remembrance and determination
First warrior met
Fills me with compassion
Now being in the middle is a choice as well, just because I don’t land in a right or left camp doesn’t mean that I didn’t make a choice.
often I feel the conversation between God and I is one-sided.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
Gratefulness is the only ingredient that banishes hurt, pain, tiredness, and self-doubt.
Music has been something at the end of the day it calms me, when my fears are unbearable it has scared away the shadows and negative thoughts.
Life is precious and short. Grudges don’t matter. Forgiveness is a gift, gratefulness is the only option.
They are dancing
Swaying to the music
But this is the life God gave me. It’s mine and some of our struggles are from choices we made and some are not. it's what God gave me. And I wouldn't change it.
It’s Tea Season!!!!. The air in the morning is cooler, and my favorite way to start off a day besides reading my Bible is sipping a cup of hot tea.
Little bejeweled bird
On a Sunday
you were a gift from Him
I clasped you to remember that everything would be fine
you were still near
the earth still spins like your hyperactive wings.
And sharing my story is not easy it feels like a small piece of my heart breaks when I do but I always hear an urging from God to share.
Mother is a gypsy, dreamer, and kind. Papa Bear is smart, hardworking and prays unceasingly, and loves to laugh Together my parents balance each other and are an unshakable team, a united force to be reckoned with.
Than Oars divide the Ocean, Too silver for a seam, Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon, Leap, plashless as they swim.
We would laugh at the unrealistic elements of the movie from unlimited bullets, to cheesy lines to the stupid things the protagonist would do. Dude taught me even though the movie may have won many awards, it doesn’t mean it should be taken seriously.
You are just going through your Saturday and suddenly bang out of nowhere you are in the mood to make brownies. Of course, the next step is to make brownies.
You have made a wide path for my feet
to keep them from slipping.
My heart is saying its strangers. It’s going back to school. Which I always swore I would never do. It’s finding parking and finding the room. It’s making phone calls and disrupting our status quo so much. I’m a cancer survivor, I shouldn’t have to fight so much in my life. My heart is always the bad guy 😦
So we started a journey and made people aware that we were not asking why. We stepped forward on the journey that was filled with unknowns but stood fast without asking God the whys. Although others did not join us on this path of trusting God and there were times when Why crept in. We did not fixate on it. That change of perspective allowed me to see the blessings raining down.
I was very wrong. We ate like kings and every restaurant we went to we met the Chef. That attention to detail to personally make sure what he could eat was astounding. Then every restaurant gave him dessert!! Which for a couple that one of us is dairy free and the other is not a normal thing.
Here is a poem about trees and rain, I'm not a fan of rain but I love the sound of rain on trees.
Every anniversary we are given is a gift. Every single one is a closed chapter on the worst chapter and it causes distance and time and healing.
Our marriage isn’t perfect but it is strong. We fight over silly stuff. We struggle over big stuff. We laugh at funny movies and we strive to stick together. And in the center is our Heavenly Father and he directs our paths.
I pray you stand up for others
I pray you pick your friends wisely
I pray you are always there for your friends
I remember going to the movies with my family and it was a solace. Thankfully Sis could go to the movies. We would smuggle snacks in and have family time. Sis could talk about the movie and we could connect over which characters we thought were funny and which lines made us laugh.
Life as a sponge is not easy. I observe, absorb, and process everything.
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
My faith changed, instead of following God in a childlike way, I desperately clung to God. I knew straying from the path he destined was filled with no safety net.
Wandering through a dark valley is hard. It is filled with waiting, trusting and praying. The darkness surrounds. However, like fireflies, there are moments of light if you keep your focus on God.
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