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In the quest of understanding life and sharing new perspectives…š
Self-love is the middleman between our relationship with God and others. We can know and care about how people would feel when treated a certain way, based on our own sensitivity to how we would feel. Our sensitivity to ourselves, or self-awareness, being regulated by God's love for us, teaches us what is acceptable and right for us, as for our human dignity, and what is not (sometimes it's not evenĀ other people doing us wrong, it's ourselves. God's love for us sheds light on those cases too, on things we may want to deal with and things we may notĀ want to deal with. In some cases, openingĀ up to more of God's love for us makes us grow inevitably in our self-love ...and to more growth, more responsibilityā¦ Are we still togetherš?)
To me, itās quite obvious that the time you give away you can never take back. When we understand that time is actually our life running, it becomes hard to part life in sections. For example, you canāt say, thereās my work, thereās my family, then thereās my life. Your life will be spent in everything you do, whether at home, at work or enjoying yourself somewhere elseā¦ -unless you could name one thing we can do that doesnāt involve our time...- because as long as it will involve our time, it automatically will involve our lifeā¦
There was a musical group having some soft live show that night, I was glad about it. I was wearing an outfit that made me feel very good about myself. I was well in my skin, with excitement and a little joy deep in my heart every time I felt the chilly night breeze on my face. I could already anticipate my next season; it felt like freedom, newness, rebirth... I chose my table indoors, ordered, then went to tidy myself up a bit. I did a little retouching and stuff... (including appreciating the restroom decor, seeing how fancy and cozy enough it was around the mirrors, to probably take a little selfie.. Y'all knowš ). Then, on my way back to my table, I bumped into a stranger...
I am and will be "God-daughtering" in Christ 24/7. The only fight I'll partake in is the battle of the faith. Fighting not only to protect and keep my faith in God through all life's vicissitudes, but also to encourage and strengthen, to the extent that I can, that same faith all around me. That's the real fight that sticks us with Him here and gets us on the other side with Him. And that's the fight, that I believe we should all do together, both inside the structures and outside them, so that no one among us is missing. That focus is sharp, so no matter what the narratives are, the real fight and where the enemy tackles us is: keeping our faith in Him (for real, for real, and for all matters) and keeping His love in us for one another.
I really didn't want to end up with a resentful or bitter heart. Not only that it's not good but I've witnessed that it doesn't look good on people's body either. And I am 100% sure that I would never want to look that way, so I repeated āI forgive themā. Then I started thinking that Iād probably have to greet one of those neighbors on my way out for work tomorrow morning, unknowingly greeting my cat's thieves among them. Then I thought that Iād greet them with my head instead of actually speaking to them, but yet again the same morbid look of bitterness out of that hard life-lessonā¦ So I knew that I needed to ask: āHelp me forgive for real whoever did thatā...
I was not good. Smhā¦ At all. It was also clear to me that these evil things were bright open doors flashing the demons to access me. I was afraid and very sorry when I realized how I had put my soul in such a vulnerable position. I was suddenly conscious of all that. So I was confessing them as they kept coming one after the other. I needed Godās forgiveness and rescue; otherwise, it would be just a matter of time, I kind of knew that. So there I was, confessing and calling on Jesus, in my heart, to save me, when suddenly, OUT OF NOWHEREā¦
Growing up, I heard that story about God & humanity over and over. But I was in no rush to decide whether to believe it or not. The story and I simply coexisted alongside each other. The idea of an existing God was not particularly bothering me. That could always be as possible as the fact that I actually had no particular reason to mind it. As for me, I was just being told stuff. I did not know for sure. However, I could always see that this God was very real to my parents. I respected that. Somehow, I even felt protected by their faith and prayers. But it never seemed to require for me to have a faith on my own. Until that evening...
"It" doesn't seem to suit my little guy, sorry! I tried, but I guess all the acrobatic moves to catch him and the intense moment that bird and I went through remained significant to me enough. Not that I'm taking part in the pronoun war going on though. Just saying...! But it is a true story. The pictures were taken by a friend who doesn't feel comfortable around animals; but since she witnessed it all, she wanted to keep some memories. And I'm glad she did. So, if you ever see a flying bird missing a tail, that could be our little guy! And in case it's not, at least you'll be reminded of him...
Have you ever taken the time to sit with yourself, assess the current aspects of your life and define new visions for each of them to improve them? By aspects, I mean physical, emotional, social, spiritual, educational, financial, etc. I've been adding some more specific ones lately like: preferred mindset, wishes (desires/ dreams), skill sets, weaknesses (where to improve), hurting areas, strengths, things I'd like to do, to have, to learn, places I'd like to go, etc. and here is why: