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One last time…

As I watched the final speech of President Barack Obama, my throat couldn’t help but join my eyes in an ensemble of grief and sadness. Having never met the man or stepped foot in American soil I could only admire from a screen as he gave his last address as President. It was emotionally moving. The tears halted at my lids and would not give way until he unashamedly applauded and praised the First Lady, his wife, the floods then took over. Continue reading “One last time…”

Perfection…..

The lightness of our conversation was the same as the weather
Light, warm, full of banter and changed every 5 minutes
All in a day we were connected by vines of music, comics, clothes and whatever
I laughed, you laughed, I teared, you cried
It was nice

Then you called me perfect

In that moment I was perfect

As you see me now I am perfect
Beautifully and wonderfully made

You do too much even when it’s not needed….

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These words have stuck  with me ever since. Sometimes only the person who is close to you and knows your character is the person you need to turn to for some hard truths. Until I heard these words I was a busy body, all day everyday. Strange feelings overtook when I stood still. I didn’t understand stillness so my mind was always full of every kind of anxiety you can think of until my body said STOP!!!!!

Pulse rate high and nightsweats began….I had to receive validation that what I was doing was the right thing…it turns out not, all i did was burn out and forget about myself….spiritually, physically and emotionally. I neglected God, my body and my feelings which were empty.

So here comes the change life. I have stopped caring so much, doing so much and sparing my lovely emotions…who knew that they can kill. With a lighter head I can rest easy and be more selfish (the good kind).

Sometimes we need to stop and think if what we do is actually helping us or hurting us.

How can I show love with an empty spirit….I can’t..only God shows me how to love because He is love
How can I show love with a tired body….I can’t…hugs should always be warm and loving
How can I show love with an empty heart…..I can’t, I simply can’t

Take a break so you can show love again

Inspiration….sister

Topic….love

Opinion…stated

The littlest things…..

Let me just be real for a minute. Not everything is great but I am thankful for the short times I have to breathe.

Being an assistant is never easy; you are just high demand all the time so blood pressure is just elevated a little bit. I still have days when I go home and say God I am greatful because without you I wouldn’t have landed this job. For anything I lack I know the Great I AM can give me strength.

I still remember the very first day that I started this job and how unbelievably focused I was. I just didn’t want to screw up; I am still like that today but it’s good to laugh now and again. My boss took a post-it note and wrote something I will never forget.

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I always appreciate the little things people do for me no matter how small like when my sister gave me a hug because she saw I was stressed out; my boss wrote an encouraging note to help me relax; my mum made me soup when I am sick; my friend prayed for me when I was down; a stranger smiled at me when I had the most horrendous face on. Little things can be healing to the soul and bring tears to the heart. Things may be bad but just remember that there is a God that cares for you. I am not sure if I am doing this for you or to remind myself, but I hope you take it to heart.

Inspiration….simplicity

Topic….heart

Opinion….stated

One day we will grow old…….

One day we will grow old and finish riding the streams of life,

we will do it together,

not leave the fun behind but flick through every chart of happiness

sing the tune to love over and over until we lose our senses,

but let’s try and figure life out first

Inspiration…draft

Topic…poem

Opinion..stated