AsI approach the age of ninety seven I can barely contain my excitement of getting a f=goo nights sleep -finally. while most hours of most dats=ys are filled imperfectly with day dreams over filtered with n=moyes rising gently and descending wriggles of God knows what, the rest of the time is sloopu=y warm or teapot food spooned determinedly into my sagging mouth.
Today I’m thinking about my approach to my Christian living, to my devotional life, to who I am as a person, what my motives are and what I am doing to follow the leading of The Lord in my life. My approach to allowing Him to lead me and remove things from me that are holding me back.
Today I need to approach people especially those who haven’t earned my trust and confidence with boundaries. If they haven’t earned my personal story, I don not have to tell them anything past what the weather is like. I don’t have to share my mood. I don’t have to gain their approval. I am enough. I am smart. I am worthy of the space I occupy in this world.
My approach to this unemployment has been a mess, I don’t know I have been doing interviews but other than that I have been smoking weed and being sad about my life. I find I am in this victim-blaming loop and my approach to things has been off. My mom and I fought yesterday and my approach was unhealthy. I just find I am approaching everything in a negative way and it is hard for me to want to be healthy and happy, when my family is always bringing me down and building me up… and I don’t know how to manage it.
How to approach the day when each day starts exactly the same. Flow with the children because they certainly flow their own way, even if all I want to do is stay still.
She approached the horse in a soft manner. When the horse saw her coming, he curled his neck and snorted softly, looking for signs of danger on the girl. Since there wasn’t any danger, he let her approach him.
She looked up to find the man behind her was quickly approaching. She ran, her heart beating in her chest. He was getting closer. She stumbled on the sidewalk and crashed to the ground. Suddenly the mans hands gripped the neck of her shirt,
“I got you.”
AsI approach the age of ninety seven I can barely contain my excitement of getting a f=goo nights sleep -finally. while most hours of most dats=ys are filled imperfectly with day dreams over filtered with n=moyes rising gently and descending wriggles of God knows what, the rest of the time is sloopu=y warm or teapot food spooned determinedly into my sagging mouth.
Today I’m thinking about my approach to my Christian living, to my devotional life, to who I am as a person, what my motives are and what I am doing to follow the leading of The Lord in my life. My approach to allowing Him to lead me and remove things from me that are holding me back.
Today I need to approach people especially those who haven’t earned my trust and confidence with boundaries. If they haven’t earned my personal story, I don not have to tell them anything past what the weather is like. I don’t have to share my mood. I don’t have to gain their approval. I am enough. I am smart. I am worthy of the space I occupy in this world.
My approach to this unemployment has been a mess, I don’t know I have been doing interviews but other than that I have been smoking weed and being sad about my life. I find I am in this victim-blaming loop and my approach to things has been off. My mom and I fought yesterday and my approach was unhealthy. I just find I am approaching everything in a negative way and it is hard for me to want to be healthy and happy, when my family is always bringing me down and building me up… and I don’t know how to manage it.
t’s getting closer
But still so far away.
Like a dream within a dream
The calm before the storm
The cracking of lids before we awake
How to approach the day when each day starts exactly the same. Flow with the children because they certainly flow their own way, even if all I want to do is stay still.
She approached the horse in a soft manner. When the horse saw her coming, he curled his neck and snorted softly, looking for signs of danger on the girl. Since there wasn’t any danger, he let her approach him.
She looked up to find the man behind her was quickly approaching. She ran, her heart beating in her chest. He was getting closer. She stumbled on the sidewalk and crashed to the ground. Suddenly the mans hands gripped the neck of her shirt,
“I got you.”