Skip to main content

And sometimes you're humbled.

Sometimes you go through life so intent on finding balance, on combating the negative... and you realize you are lacking faith and positivity in a core part of life.

God reminds you.

Sometimes in a sickness. Sometimes through praise & worship. Sometimes through an intense work out session.

Sometimes.

You just hear yourself out loud. Complaining. and it hurts to face it. But you do. It's glaring right at you and you have no other choice but to face it. or go crazy.

So you face it. and you realize you need to take steps, real steps to combat this struggle you are having because you've learned enough to know that this is internal. This is emotional and this is mental and this is spiritual. And this one thing does not have to define you but you allow it to. So you need to fight back. not with anger, hurt, or even force, but to let go. To realize you are not the beginning and the end. That you are not the one in control. nor should you be. Whenever you try to take control do you remember what happens? yeah. I don't think you need a reminder.

But you'll get one. IF you don't stop trying to take the reigns.

This is God's thing. Let him have it.

Humble yourself and realize not everything on this earth will be perfect. How you respond to it will make all the difference.

Sometimes you have a catalyst. And realize that the only way to change things is to change the way you respond to life.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Just another story.

I have been told telling my story will help.. people. I don't see how that is the case but I figure there is some reason I have dealt with the things that I have. So I'll start out simple.


Anxiety.


Crippling. Suffocating. Like a straight jacket warn under water.


Sounds so dramatic. So exaggerated. But it's so real. There's a quote that describes it perfectly "You don't need water to feel like you're drowning, do you?" no. I don't.


I've always had anxiety. for as long as I remember. After I had my youngest child it got significantly worse. It was no longer a panic attack that I would get over once I figured out or was proven everything would be okay. It was tightness in my chest all night and I didn't know why. It was someone is going to get sick and I know that will kill us all. It was sleeping in his room every night for months. It was waking up every few hours to check his breathing. It was my daughter has a sore tooth it's all goi…

society is an asshole.

Guys. I've never been much of a blogger on facts. I've never been a blogger that's great at  being consistent.. In fact I seem to get passionate or be "set off" by generally the same things throughout the years, so I tend to avoid blogging, to be honest. But guys... girls.... general population: THIS needs to be said.




I am not sorry for being who I am. You should not be either.






Reads simply, right? It is a very common and popular perspective in the internet world these days. It should be. But as much as we write it. say it. hear it. read it.... it's still seems to be a struggle. WHY? .... society, guys. Society is an asshole. Media WANTS us to not be okay with our bodies. The retail world wants us to go into debt being unsatisfied with what we already have. This society has been set up to make us unsatisfied unless we consume, consume, consume, need, need, need, and hate ourselves, our personalities, our bodies. because that means we are constantly trying to …

Fear is a liar.

fear
ˈfir/ noun 1.  an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat. "drivers are threatening to quit their jobs in fear after a cabby's murder" synonyms:terrorfright, fearfulness, horroralarmpanicagitationtrepidationdreadconsternationdismaydistress Fear is necessary. It keeps us safe. It helps us think logically about decisions we need to make. But it can also go too far sometimes, or in my case, fear is generally the enemy.


Okay, so you know how fear kind of like nudges you every once in a while and whispers that something is WRONG? and that you need that fear to stay away from unhealthy, downright dangerous things? I had that. About almost everything. My whisper became so loud, I could not hear anything else. It roared instead of tiptoed, it was terror in the face of light, fear in the place of a smile. Nothing was okay and no one could fix it.  For months straight I prayed, I cried, I …