Self-Love: the middleman

Self-Love: the middleman

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 even 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 not want to deal with. In some cases, opening  up to more of God’s love for us makes us grow inevitably in our self-love …and to more growth, more responsibility… Are we still together👀?)

Religious fights: not my fight🙅‍♀️

Religious fights: not my fight🙅‍♀️

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.

My first encounter with the divine (Part 2)
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My first encounter with the divine (Part 2)

I was not good. Smh… 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 God’s 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 NOWHERE…

What if we were like him somehow?
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What if we were like him somehow?

“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…