Don’t expect me to be perfect.
Don’t expect me to always be wise.
Don’t expect no tears…they come with the territory…that is me.
Don’t expect perfection
I’m just a girl, who likes to write my feelings into the air. Take it or leave it.
Don’t expect polish from a heart that is raw.
Don’t expect me to hold it all together all the time.
I am you in different skin. can we be “us” together?
Sincerely,
Me
I refuse to walk into the night cold. I will find a blanket.
If my heart is stone, I will find softener.
Life is too short for callousness. There is no option but love.
I may not know who I am, fully, but I know who I will not be!
I will fight with you, beside you, among you, until the battle is won, because that is who I am.
Let the ashes fly. I will watch the blaze and rebuild.
Let the dawn fade to blaze and I will ride it until tomorrow.
I can look forward like a near-sighted,blind optimist; Bruised and broken along the way and loving every minute.
Humanity is hard sometimes. None of us are exempt.
Find the real! Find the broken! Reach beyond your understanding and love beyond! love unconditional! Be you! Be Jesus to those who need to know Him!
Don’t shy away from the hard things, these are the things that make you strong!
Is blindness of spirit real or is it refusal to see?
Selfishness often masquerades as blindness.
We don’t see because we won’t!
Open your eyes! Listen! Look!
We are not for ourselves, we were made for more…we are made for others.
Walk in love.
It is so much simpler!
Just sayin’
If we don’t protect it, hope can feel like a balloon, filled to maximum capacity for a moment then let go to float into the air, sputtering, and flying unhindered.
Hope is so much more precious than this. I wish it were easy to tie the knot and seal it in all cozy and safe but even inflated balloons lose air over time.
There is only the constant application of pressure to save us. In the pressure, we stretch and hold firm to what we know. God is able. We are not alone! We can stretch farther than we think.
Don’t let gravity, the environmental circumstances of everyday, the pin-hole leaks in our defenses, deflate you. Keep your tank full! Let breath and air fill your lungs and your spirit. Lean in and believe.
Each breath is a moment in time lost once it’s accomplished. Steady your breathing. You can do hard things! And when it’s too much and you feel like you might burst, remember He is stronger than anything and He’s fighting with you and for you.
Breathe!
Maybe there’s something poetic about hiding in plain sight.
Or maybe it’s weakness.
Or maybe it’s strength to stay composed while the world crumbles and stirs around you.
Maybe it’s survival. Maybe it’s faith.
Maybe I’m not hiding at all! maybe I’m standing.
“Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.” Job 13:15
INSPIRED BY THE COMFORTER 