Sometimes we feel forgotten.
We think no one cares.
Don’t you see your beauty?
You have strength and endurance.
It’s all in how it looks in the light.
Sparkle!
You can’t fix grief.
A paper cut will heal quickly.
A gun shot wound requires more time.
Sometimes the bullet cannot be removed.
People live with bullets inside of them.
People live with broken hearts.
This isn’t hopelessness.
It is acceptance of what is.
Once accepted, you carry grief with strength…
beautiful strength.
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For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength.
Phillipians 4:13
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Are you sensitive?
Are you too sensitive?
Being sensitive is a strength. You have the capacity to be sensitive toward others and that is a wonderful quality.
But it can be a weakness, too, if you find yourself being overly introspective, hard on yourself, thinking people are against you, self-pity, and even getting depressed.
Many of our problems can be improved or solved with changing how we look at things. Remove the glasses and clean up the smudged lenses. Or maybe you need to try a new pair of glasses altogether.
Because we are sensitive, we may think that is equal with humility. But if we’re honest, we can be prideful, thinking we’re always right, and get defensive if we’re asked to think differently.
Just consider that things may not be the way you think they are. Choose one situation and think about it differently.
Let your weakness become your strength!
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You can’t fix grief.
A paper cut will heal quickly.
A gun shot wound requires more time.
Sometimes the bullet cannot be removed.
People live with bullets inside of them.
People live with broken hearts.
This isn’t hopelessness.
It is acceptance of what is.
Once accepted, you carry grief with strength…
beautiful strength.
~~~
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Mothers have a peculiar strength.
She endures childbirth, carrys heavy burdens, and perseveres through the storms of life. Truly, the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.
Yet, deeply within the reservoir of her strength lies tender sensitivity.
Mothers cry.
Silently.
Privately.
Her tears washes away the residue of concerns.
It’s God’s way.
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lapidim / Foter.com / CC BY-NC
You can’t fix grief.
A paper cut will heal quickly.
A gun shot wound requires more time.
Sometimes the bullet cannot be removed.
People live with bullets inside of them.
People live with broken hearts.
This isn’t hopelessness.
It is acceptance of what is.
Once accepted, you carry grief with strength…
beautiful strength.
~~~
Photo Courtesy: http://www.flickr.com/photos/mait/5184718154/