Kindness matters. The smallest thing if it is done in kindness, it matters. God commanded this in the repeated verses about kindness. It makes me believe that in biblical times, unkindness was the norm. Today it has morphed into mean comments on the internet or being unkind as a habit.
I have been learning the only way to allow my hurting to be acknowledged is to verbally speak my emotions. It might be hard, and to others, it might appear weak; however, this is the only way for myself to grow. To be okay, verbalizing what I am feeling.
Every battle my mom showed grace and respect. Instead of using her anger and frustration to overwhelm her perspective, she listened to all concerns and used grace and respect to come to a conclusion. Conflicts with others happen; however, the only way to get to a compromise is through listening, respect, and grace.
And when you are living paycheck to paycheck, it helps at times when a paycheck is smaller, to remind ourselves that God gave us this paycheck. It’s not ours, God ordains every amount of money that we receives.
Good Morning, how are you? How is life treating you? Life for myself has been a little crazy; however, I am choosing to ignore the storm clouds I see on the horizon and ignore the voice in my head that says I’m not good enough. I also decided a few days ago to participate in…
Someday the tunnel will be a valley or a mountain, and I’ll be looking at the stars again.
If you are wise and understand God’s ways, prove it by living an honorable life, doing good works with the humility that comes from wisdom.James 3:13NLT
I am different now. I like Cheesecake now. I have a cancer card, but I don’t play it very often. I am not defined as a Cancer patient. I am a writer, I am a poet, I am a fanfiction writer, I love Disney. I watch Netflix and youtube. I live my life with movie quotes and bible verses. I am a shipper and a music junky. I love to travel and still enjoy the beach. I make friends carefully now. I pray more. I cry more. The world is still deafening at times but also very quiet. I found that the Fandom community is amiable but can also be very mean. September is hard every year, October brings a new wind and promise of beauty, and life and surviving. I’ve learned it’s okay to be melancholy.
I have glimpses of where God needs me. How well I work with special needs individuals. My love for writing. How sometimes a significant change that I balk and avoid. However, when I embrace it is secure.
Worries I know you know I loved flowers. I am cursed with a black thumb. My mother can grow beautiful flowers, and I can’t. I love flowers for their bravery and individuality, but mostly because they are a reminder to myself that God takes care of everything. Including the flowers. The beautiful and innocent flowers,…