Suddenly love again. A precious woman is faced with her husband’s life here on planet earth ending way too soon. Suddenly.
Life changes. Life ends. People divide. Anguish separates. Love my friends.
It’s intense. It’s mind boggling. Love is the only offering we have for one another. When you don’t understand. Love Again.
When you are misunderstood. Love. When you hear rumors. Believe the more excellent way. Keep short accounts.
When you seemingly can’t forgive. Love. When others won’t forgive you. Love.
Do not mistake your personal distrust as your discernment. Listen not to a gossiper. Just love. Unconditionally. Then, love again.
No, it will not always end up ok. They may drop your friendship with zero explanation. You may be a train wreck. It might be messy. Just owe nothing than love. Then LOVE. Love you. Love them. Love again.
At times convoluted and painful? You bet! Love anyway? Yes. It is His way when you feel unable to trust yourself or them. Live with that Love instead of your own. Love Again. Love-d
I hate dribble.
I’m not good at small talk.
You can be in my house with the lights on and wonder if I’m even home.
I’m also the friend who shares deep within five minutes of meeting you and you will either run the hell away from me or decide I’m the friend you have always wanted and stick around.
I experience most of the first option.
That’s okay. Authenticity is not common. I’m not common.
My friends are few.
I’m not popular.
I used to be super religious in my stance giving God no chance other than to do life my way.
Also, I made the mistake early on in my walk with God to give my life to building up the church and upholding what the pastor taught and again giving no leeway for God to live outside the church cause you know… God isn’t interested in you unless you’re a Christian.
Wow. I was clueless and limited my belief to my own wisdom instead of His.
I have changed.
My circle is small but my God is big and though God can dribble with the best of them …I still cannot..
Maybe you can do small talk and nobody knows your pain cause you keep that happy fake smile on your face …
So, though i hate dribble – I don’t hate you and I don’t want you to hate you either. So, how about this? You choose to NOT give up on you… cause I’m not gonna stop believing in you … ever.
My friend, inside each of us we must face the Truth and BE LIGHT in our own storm instead of continually looking for a light to help us through the storm.
But it takes great intention to decide you have the goods to pass through this storm.
BE Light. Be there for yourself.
Not good enough?
Feeling left out?
You are not a victim.
You are victorious.
Whatever your obstacle is, you can be your own light.
It might feel dark and you might feel incapable but go look yourself in your own eyes…into your own heart and own pool of swirling emotions.
Look past your hurt.
Look past your pain.
You HAVE to CHOOSE to see through what you feel into what is truth. These are different. One captures you and takes you into use and abuse you. But, Truth. Truth is different. Truth wraps arms around you and tells you not to the swirl and no to the confusion.
Truth is a Person and that Person says look into your eyes one more time – look past the swirl and look into the eyes of Truth staring back at you from your own eyes.
You are not alone. You WILL pass through this. Allow yourself to rise up into this new place of life and let Light be your Truth.
Be LIGHT in your own storm and love yourself as you do it.
At the risk of making you the reader mad – Let me be the minority voice and have my own little ruckus because I’m an unknown woman who grew up on the wrong side of the track whose daddy owned a worm ranch and you know how fun that was to be known as the family with the worms whose nickname was Sewage… You and I both walk this same earth. Yes, I am white so go ahead and presuppose now before you read onward cause I’m sure it’s gonna make somebody mad…cause you know…that seems to be the preferred emotion this day…you know…to get angry instead of a change of mind or actually have a conversation face to face versus on facebook or this device where we do not see the pain in each others eyes and we stay clear of any kind of true compassion for the life we have lived or are now living.
WHY does the sickening hate in American continue to be about racism and not identifying the true issue?
Historically, it seems here in America, we stop and cling to the word racism every time there is any kind of violence against a non-white and then the nation riots (not the first time) and then we have an outcry against racism. If a stand against racism were the answer would it have been resolved by now? The issue is identity in all colors and not just white. We live on this same earth.
Violence was not how Martin Luther King handled his life – that man is a man who crosses all denominational and all economical and all color boundaries. He demonstrated dignity and literally changed society…He knew who He was and Whose. He paid a price for it. He was fearless.
My goodness – Why do you suppose we do not develop past our own skin color? Yes, AGAIN, I acknowledge I’m still white and now some may be protesting from non-white skin and say something like this: “You don’t know what it is like to walk in my shoes…or my mom’s or grandfathers or …….onward…. And you don’t know what it was like to walk in mine either. This country is IMMATURE IN developing respect… for just about anything really when you think about it…. We all want to shift blame to somebody else for why we have a lack of identity. I see the disrespect in the mom for her role as I see her ignore her child while on her phone every single day when she walks the kid around the corner. I see the kids next door completely ignore instructions from their parents. I almost get hit by cars thinking it is cool to race down the highway in rush-hour as they endanger all of us in their competition. I see an entire family including kids on their cell phones at dinner ignoring one another. These are all colors and all ages and all economics. Disrespect for one another is learned. Respect is learned. But lack of love is probably at the core root.
You are right – I don’t know what it was like to walk or what it IS like to walk in your shoes. I was bullied as a kid and as an adult every single day (not tarred and feathered) but continually hit and continually made fun of and was poor and paid for vacations with bottles my parents found on the side of the road so part of me has had some issues maybe some of you did not have…
I grew up under the leadership of an earthly father who felt hitting was the best way to communicate his love language. I grew up with kids who ridiculed me daily and I hated myself with a vengeance most my life… What I experienced is not the same as any-color racism –
ALTHOUGH at the time it tore me apart and almost took my life many times in my lifetime….
Racism is found in all cultures across the globe – cultural prejudice within and outside of all sorts of sects and family lines and cities and nations including inside America.
Yet all of us walk on this same earth.
And honestly, it seems to be white people who stop whatever they are doing to jump up and down to come to the defense of racism more than anyone – is it guilt? Do we want to be popular? Do we want others to think well of us? Do we want more friends? Do we really want to make a difference? Why is the cry for racism only during riots and bloodshed?
If it was really solely a race issue – do you think it could have been resolved by now?
Are you really convinced race is the issue?
COULD it be deeper than race…deeper than skin shade…?
I just wish we had a true strategy to solve this sickening emotion/hatred.
I’m thinking we as a nation – a people – all over the globe – don’t know who we are and we don’t know WHOSE we are and we don’t acknowledge we have the exact same color blood and we breathe the exact same air and we have the same organs. We won’t consider that we all came from the same Spirit and we all return to the same Spirit after we leave this same earth that we all walk on together.
Instead, we use emotions as our excuse for actions and behavior
that belittles, reinforces, dishonors, angers and rules atmospheres…separates, divides, shifts blame and takes blame.
I was thinking today that it is ironic to think the one rioting may be robbing their heavenly neighbor?? Sad to think the one prejudice against that other is having attitude with someone who holds God Already living inside them and living alongside of them and will see them in the next place of existence…until then – we all walk on this same earth.
It is not just us white people who don’t now who we are – it is every color as we walk this same earth.
Screwed Up MESS is what is happening folks.
End of my rant.
Have a great day.
Make a non violent rumble will you?
Let your voice be heard.
But let it be a voice for humanity and not just your section of humanity… because right now we are ALL focused on this one thing…in unity to stop something that we won’t stop by using all these little posts and antics of poopularity…………. 🙂
Be mad. When we are mad, we stop being kind to others AND ourselves…
because that is how the emotion of hate – separation – division – works…
hate is an inside job that shows up on the outside…
If I were not white would you still be mad for me writing this?
LOVE WILL ALWAYS BE THE ANSWER.
Love is an inside job.
Where is our Wisdom as an entire people?
NOT A PASSIVE LOVE.
NOT A COMPLACENT LOVE.
BUT a Union in Love from Love with an origin from ABOVE Who may even live inside of you (even if you have turned to hate God or Higher Power or WHATEVER/WHOMEVER You call the one who gives you breath and blood) So, are we fighting amongst our own brothers and sisters? WHEN REALLY we are all really one color…. ?? Something to think about as we walk this same earth.
Interesting to think we have the same Father … we were all birthed…
You have thoughts? I would love to hear some response from love not hate. So, if you don’t know me, you won’t hear compassion, you won’t see the tears, you won’t care about my heart that cares…
This little phrase is pouring through my mind – “TAKE JOY MY FRIEND – it’s not the end.”
Have courage with a brand new start. Don’t let the naysayers have their way. But command peace in your new day.
It is a choice you see to love and then Another choice to live forgiven.
So come with Me says Christ in you. I’m right here – I’ll see you through.
I’m in you and you in me. Freedom is yours in My intimacy.
It is not up to them to decide your life. It’s okay – I took that knife.
You’re free to live My Life of Love. I’m here, there, down below and above.
Oh you can run but you can’t hide. I’m your Love – you’re My Prize.
If you live in your hurt I won’t leave. I’m still right here – trust & believe.
I’m with you for the long haul dear one. I’m your Family – you’re My son. PS- you and I already won.
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If you stop your process again, you will either abort or miscarry so no more hijacking your own birthing process.
Follow through – take it to the finish line. I know you think you are not going to make it. I feel it deep in my bones. My feelings are right there with you.
Take a deep breath and take each day as it comes but whatever you do – don’t stop your process of carrying your identity full term again. No more hijacking.
It is NOT just a new day – it is your day.
Yes, you have some dreams you have pressed into before but this is different. This isn’t a dream – this is your identity. This is what you are made of and you are in the process of a brave new you. No more hijacking.
I can see you in the birth canal. You are on the way. Don’t stop! Yes, you may need to take a breath and rest. It is like when you are working out. A good trainer will have you stop and breathe and hydrate but then you get back to those muscles before the muscles do what they want. You have to tell your muscles what to do. You have to tell your body what to do. You must not stop believing that you can finish this process of identity.
You have health on the other side.
You have finances on the other side.
You have promises fulfilled coming.
You can do it. You can deliver.
You are worth the pain. You are worth the effort.
You are worth the continual pushing until you are born.
Remain in labor. Don’t lose your nerve now. No more hijacking.
Don’t run away. Don’t shut down.
Don’t be angry. Don’t avoid it.
Don’t continue to think of ways to get around it.
Don’t give up. Don’t turn back. Don’t give in.
Look at how far you have come. No more hijacking.
You have gone too far to turn back now.
No more hijacking your process of identity.
DO love you enough to hug yourself. Then, hug the one with you.
Your body doesn’t just want to run until you are ragged or sleep until you’re a new person. Your body and my body wants the consistency of the daily living and breathing in and out until our consistency births a stability and reliability and maturity that can be trusted with the life we have asked God for. You have cried out to be a lover of humanity. You have cried out to love like Jesus. You have begged God to make you more like Him. This process of life and living is your birthing time. You just did not realize how critical your own birthing is for you and your family and your city. you are the in the process of birthing your own identity.
SIMMER TIME. Are you tired of being on the back of the stove? Have you been waiting for someone else to give you permission to live? It’s time. You’re ready. Take off your own lid. Taste your own soup. Add some salt if you need it. Get off the fearful burner and get moving. Maybe you NEEDED to simmer a while. But now go burn for the world to see His goodness. Simmer time is over and it’s time to eat.
Braver Saturday – No More Games – the enemy in the earth and between our own ears is always shaming and blaming. It’s a game. Come up higher into His Truth. You are made in His Image. Love yourself. Love-d