Friday, May 16, 2014
All we want is for the one we love the most to love us back.....for someone to say "I'm sorry" when they know they have hurt your feelings and made you cry......why do some think that they can treat you any way they want because they are mad at someone or about something else......and you aren't supposed to have a problem with it.....if you do then YOU are the one that's wrong.
Sunday, April 6, 2014
The Loudest Voice
We blame others for judging us, or looking down on us ...... but the loudest voice, our worst critic, is he voice inside our own head ..... the one that tells us ...... "They think they are better than you", "You're so ugly", "You're so fat", "No one wants you", You're so stupid", "Why can't you do anything right" ...... It's no wonder we feel useless and worthless ......Until we quiet THAT voice we will believe only negative things about ourselves ..... others may think those things, but they may also think we are beautiful, amazing, smart and worthwhile ...... we only hear that voice that shouts the loudest ...... we forget to listen for the whispers of our spirit ............
Saturday, March 8, 2014
"Walk a mile in someone's shoes" before you judge them keeps coming to my mind tonight. Sometimes it's even those closest to you that "Judge" the way you feel. Maybe it's because you have protected them by not telling them what you have been through. Where is that line ..... Do you just let it go and continue to deal with their criticism. Or hide the way you feel from them. It's truly a damned if you do and damned if you don't ...... No matter what ...... you're wrong .......
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
It's completely true .... "A mother is only as happy as her Unhappiest child" .... Not a day, or night, goes by that I don't pray for and ask that my Father In Heaven watch over and protect my children, this includes my sons and daughter-in-law and my grandchildren. When I know that one is struggling or hurting it weighs on my mind and heart. It was so much easier when they were little and I could "chase the monsters away" with just a hug and a kiss. If only it were that easy now ....
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
A Mother is a Miracle
You are a miracle.
And I have to love you this fiercely: So that you can feel it even after you leave for school, or even while you are asleep, or even after your childhood becomes a memory.
You’ll forget all this when you grow up. But it’s okay.
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Being a mother means having your heart broken.
And it means loving and losing and falling apart and coming back together.
And it’s the best there is. And also, sometimes, the worst.
Sometimes you won’t have anyone to talk to.
Sometimes you’ll wonder if you’ve forgotten who you are.
But you must remember this: What you’re doing matters.
And you have to be brave with your life so that others can be brave with theirs.
The truth is, being a woman is a gift. Tenderness is a gift. Intimacy is a gift. And nurturing the good in this world is a nothing short of a privilege.
That’s why I have to love you this way. So I can give what I have to you. So that you can carry it in your body and pass it on.
I have watched you sleep. I’ve kissed you a million times. And I know something that you don’t, yet:
You are writing the story of your only life every single minute of every day.
And my greatest hope for you, sweet child, is that I can teach you how to write a good one.
We never know the impact someone has on our lives until they are gone. We never know what impact we have on the lives of others. Not, just our families.......but people that we might come in contact with even for just a small moment.
If we would all realize that we are all here for the same reason ....... and we are ultimately all trying to get to the same place. We should be helping each 
other along on our individual journeys. It's not a race ...... you don't get a prize for getting their first, especially if you have stepped on others as you went.
It's sad ....... we are missing so many opportunities for service and blessings and just having people touch our lives, or missing the opportunity to touch theirs.
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