Posts Tagged ‘family’

Not special, but Strong

Sometimes you have to remind yourself that you are strong. Stronger than you know. Stronger than you give yourself credit for. Strong despite those who left you or hurt you. Your worth is not a variable that someone can thumbs up on Facebook, or unfollow on Twitter. Your worth is grounded in who you are. Who God made you to be. Even on your worst day, after your biggest mistakes, in your loneliest places, you are worth something.


No matter how much loss you’ve experienced, rejection you face or road blocks in your way, the fact that you are still here, still alive, still waking up each morning, putting one foot in front of the other and weathering whatever storm life brings, proves your strength! I don’t care if you break down and cry, or get lost in periods of depression or self-hate. I see your strength when you put on a brave face and show up to work on time, smile at a stranger, or make dinner for your kids.


Take time to appreciate how far you have come without drowning in the awareness that there is still further yet to go. Notice the wounds that have become scars. Maybe they aren’t fully healed, and maybe they are still tender to the touch, but Praise God for the ones that no longer bleed!


This life is hard; but take comfort in the fact that your struggles don’t make you special, because we—individuals all over the world, are with you, struggling together. Your struggle is like a unique snowflake but together we are snow helping each other stay alive, whereas alone we might melt. Today I am praying for you, in the same way I hope you are praying for me. That we keep fighting, we keep surviving, and we keep overcoming.


You are strong! Find your strength.







The hardest thing for a woman to accept is her beauty.



Her innate, just woke up, no make up on on, walking naked around the house, belly rolls clearly visible, unadulterated, beauty.


I am beautiful. Twenty one years, and today is the first time I have ever said it, thought it, and believed it.


It took an awful day, a rough summer, a lifetime of fighting to be someone’s definition of worthy. To recognize that I am enough. Not that I will be enough, but that right now, today, I am enough.


To accept that I am not perfect. I am not the smartest, the wisest, the most graceful or prettiest thing to ever grace this lovely planet. But nevertheless, I am enough.


No, I have yet to accomplish every one of my dreams, and God only knows if I ever will. But all things are beautiful in His time. And the only time God has guaranteed me is this moment. And today I choose to revel in it.


I choose the revel in the fact that I am perfectly imperfect. That I fall, but I get back up. That I fail, but I keep on trying.


My life is fulfilling, because I can look around me and see beauty. The low hanging branches, the graceful calm of the wind, and the sun’s warm rays scratching gently against my back. I can find peace in the hustle, the rush, the traffic, and the stress. To not only see, but to appreciate the beauty in a father holding his daughter’s hand, or a mother searching frantically around for her lost son.


I can see love. The infatuation, the lust, the enduring friendship, the brokenness, and the trust. Seeing the beauty in each and appreciating those used to be strangers that we meet. Learning that not every goodbye has to be tearful, but that some people are best in small quantities and a goodbye could be a blessing in disguise.


I am grateful for my family. Individually broken, but together our love seems to be more than enough. I take joy in their presence. Their lives show me how much love can lead to fear. The fear of losing what is worth so much. But slowly that fear is letting go, so that gratefulness and appreciation can take it’s place. I am grateful for the time I’ve had with them, and the time I still have left.


All in all I can say that I am happy. I’ve decided to stop dwelling on all thats is falling apart, but to be grateful for what still is. And when I sit down and count the blessings, I find that they are more than enough


What is life

ImageWhat is life.


It reads likes a question,

but it speaks like a plea.


It has prayed. Until to pray is itself,



It’s not to suppose that there is no one to hear its petition, but only at the realization that it lacks the strength to utter its plea.


The tears don’t change reality. But with each tear it morphs. Outwardly recognizable, but inwardly its beat is slow,




Hope can be seen, but




And to grasp would be agony.


So it quietly subsists.

Alive, without living.

Observing without seeing.

Hearing but not listening.

Drowning out everything but the misery it’s fond of drowning in. 


Like darts short of the target it throws out the question:


But as words formed on ones lips and never spoken. The “Why” chokes and becomes:

 “Why not.”


Yet at the apex of its misery it finds its meaning. It finds itself not in the


the searching,

the hoping.


But rather in the perplexity of simple existence. It finds that the gift is not in acquisition but,



Life is beauty, peace, love. Life is her child’s screams. Her mother’s worry. Her husband’s feel.


Life is the grass under her bare feet. It’s the knowledge that the future can be vast, uncertain, and unbearable, but that today can still be amazing.


What is life?
It’s today.

Live it 🙂