Tears of maybe

Sitting near holding my tears

Telling myself there’s not a thing I should fear

Wishing I could kick my own ass into gear

“Just move” I whisper to myself

Spiraling up and down and all around

Take a breath *sigh.. oh, that helped

Breath in breath out

What was I doing again

Tears hot and heavy still in the corners of my eyes

What just happened

How fast the sadness and confusion comes and goes

A piece here

A piece there

My heart is aching

My spirit misplaced

Work has yet to be started

Messy space

Tired and exhausted

Trying to keep steady with the pace

Cold sweat my thoughts do cause

When did I pause

To be able and willing

changing flaws

Forgetting …….. what was I doing again

Oh well

Wipe the tears

Sit up straight

Just get through the day

Smile

Too many words

Placing themselves within

Hidden away

For when to begin

A gnawing constant

That screams and shouts

Please Lord God ….

Keep my heart.

For today

Maybe I might just fall apart.

~smc

No other voice will define me

In John 10:27 Jesus says, “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.” There are many voices competing to shape us. There is your own voice, the enemy’s voice, the voice of the world, and the voice of God. His voice is the only one that matters! The creation cannot name itself, only the creator has that right. You have a loving Father who knows exactly who you are and why He made you. Paul writes in 2 Corinthians 10:5, “We take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ,” so ask the Father to identify where the world, the enemy, or even you, have wrongly defined who you are and then replace that lie with truth. Only one voice should define you, the voice of the Father. A good way to determine if a thought does not align with God’s word is to measure it against something that you would say to a friend. You would never tell your friend that they are worthless, that God doesn’t love them, or that they are beyond the Lord’s rescue, so why would you think any of that could be true of you? Through His word, allow God to help you identify and extinguish those lies with the truth of what He thinks about you. No other voice should define you, but that of your Father’s.

Love God first

Most of us seem to think that the quality of our marriage depends solely on our relationships with our spouse. This is a logical thought because this is true for most of us. The condition of our marriage tends to go up or down depending on how well we are managing our marriage.

While obviously the dynamics between the two of you are important, there is another relationship that matters even more—your individual relationship with God.

Quite simply, connection with God makes us better spouses. Things come out of us that can even surprise us. Things come of us that surprise our spouse. What are these things? What happens when we love God first and our spouse second?

Galatians 5:22–23 (NIV) contains a list of the fruit we bear in our lives when we Love God First. These are called the fruit of the Spirit: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Those things describe the spouse most of us want to be.

By spending time with God, just like you are doing in this very moment (well-done by the way), something changes inside of you of that radically impacts what comes out of you.

Putting God first allows you love your spouse in a way you could never love them on your own, and that helps you to become… YOUR BEST US.

Action Step

Before you reconnect at the end of the work day, pause and pray the prayer below.

Prayer

God, for the rest of this day, help me to love my spouse in ways that reflect You in me.

Be Established

I am a temple within God?.

No longer will I endure the torment of an image that is not mine. I am meant for freedoms. The past has left a wake of despair but my moment is in the now. What is done in that moment is what will define my next. I am tired of being scared of love. For I have known the ins and outs of a great love and let me tell you… the pain is so unbearable yet some how I find a sweetness deep within just so I am able to say Im ok. But ok with what,.. being in despair, sorry , but fudging flippiddy that.

Love is not a possession to be had but a gift that is shared by actions that have nothing to do with ourselves. Today I choose to give love to myself , to respect myself, to prove myself to me. If that makes sense.

I’m tired of trying so hard to be someone to someone else and nobody to me.

My promise is with God and that makes me smile. In the now. 😃

~sweetlyfiercesoul

Why?…. So Many Signs i See..

Today I am pondering over how my thinking may hinder others because of how abstract my thoughts are. Is this a good or bad thing to creatively force others to question their reasoning. Curiosity would be one word to define me. I question and rework mostly everything I see. I calculate and truly think about why I am doing something when it’s within the routine of my life. I notice signs everywhere….From the colors that are worn by others, the song playing on the radio, the randomness, to what line in the grocery store I happened my way into. In the most simple of ways I find the answers to why. Simply by asking “why”.    These two YouTube videos  which I found this past weekend made me feel as if maybe, just Maybe….I am on to something big with how I have been able to connect my memories and meld them with memories that are like a machines. hmmmm…..but how to write…. TO BE CONTINUED….!

Know I choose the beauty of the word “why”…it can jump into our imaginations and give the most delightful visions of the very definition of beautiful (Be-U-fruitful).“~sweetlyfieresoul

You are a Gift.

Sometimes it feels as if I am a figurine that is kept on the shelf or still in its box for fear of being broken or damaged.
When I was a child my grandma would send me christmas presents like the Holiday collectors Barbie and Cabbage Patch Kids. My mom wouldn’t let me play with them because she knew they were expensive. So she would pack them away in her hope chest.
After much pleading and many years later she finally allowed me to have them. Of course they got dirty and a little roughed up, but they brought so much joy because they were a gift meant for only me. They filled my time with imagination which made me smile.

The Gifts I have been given that reside deep with in are feeling the same way. We are all given something special that was meant for only us to cultivate and grow into something that we then spread to the world in service. In doing this we then share our gift to the world.

Which is our way of saying Thank You to God. ~sweetlyfiercesoul

Tears of Growth

Living Growth

“Her wounds of silent tears
bubble overflowing;
showing those of us who love her,
That her sweetly fierce soul is
forever growing”.  ~sweetlyfiercesoul