Saturday, August 27, 2016

We Are Afraid of Each Other



We like to reside in “comfort.” We stay in our clich-ey circles, because they are “comfortable.” We stay in the same town, because it’s “comfortable.” And many other “routine” parts of our lives, stay a part of our lives, because we are afraid of “new.” We are afraid, of “change.” We are afraid….of each other.

Think about it.  We are afraid to meet new people who might reject us.

We are afraid to tell others what is really going on in our marriage, with our parenting, in our homes – because they might not understand. They might not like us.

And then we’d feel alone. We’d feel unworthy, somehow. We’d feel inept, unqualified, unloved.

Yes, friends. We are afraid of each other. And that’s so sad.  For deep down? We’re all the same. We can all relate to one thing or another.

We all have had hurt feelings.

We all, have been rejected by SOMEONE.

We all, are not gifted at something.

We all, have a challenge somewhere in our life.

We all want to be liked. And accepted.

We all want someone to listen. To be there for us.

These are basic feelings for most of us. They flit in an out of our lives. They come – they go – but we all have had them.  So why are we afraid of each other? Why are we afraid to be REAL? Vulnerable? HONEST?

If you tell others that you swear, drink, do drugs, smoke, sleep around, struggle as a parent, or a spouse – do you think that they won’t still see the gifts in your life? Do you think that what you DO, takes away from your ability to be loved?

It doesn’t.

We just have to choose our friends, encouragers, and support system, wisely.

A real friend may not condone what you do with your life – but they will still see the character, personality, and heart of who you are. They will fight for you and with you.  They will pray for your struggle.

A real friend will still love.

We don’t need to be afraid of each other. We just need to love one another where we’re at. 


That’s what I’m striving for, anyways.  How about you?

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

He Holds Me Together




He holds me together. My God.

I am SO thankful for that.

I certainly don’t have it all together. In fact, I’m flying by the seat of my pants most of the time. I don’t have this thing called life all figured out. The only thing I know is what I believe, and who I believe IN. The rest? I maneuver and walk the path – discovering what I’m made of, as I go along the road.

And He holds me together as I go.

When I feel all alone, He gives me an inner fire that ignites my way. It keeps me burning enough to never quit or give up.  It’s something I’ve always had. Drive.

I weep at times. I hurt like the next person. I cry out in anguish over misunderstandings, unfair judgments, and the lack of appreciation.

I get angry at times over apathy, laziness, and self-centeredness.

I act foolish at times. Wanting more attention than I deserve. Saying things I regret.

And sometimes? Sometimes, I’m actually proud of myself. I think I’ve conquered something. I feel brave. Beautiful.

But the rest of the times… I live in the moment. And in a moment I may feel weak or I may feel strong. I may feel pretty or ugly. I may feel like a great mom, or an awful one.

I discover who I am through my ups and downs. And He holds me together. He weaves and molds me through all my “moments” of life.

He LOVES me.

His hands never let me completely fall. I may stumble, trip, or stutter – but He’s always there to catch me and tilt me upright again so that I can look at what has happened… and hopefully learn from it.

He IS so real. I feel Him with me and I rely on Him.

I never want to walk the path of life without Him by my side.

I get broken at times, but I never stay that way, thanks to Him. He is my fire and my fuel.


And He holds me together as I go.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

The Power In the Words of Our Hearts





Prayer helps me figure out my heart. Oftentimes, when I go to the Lord in prayer, I figure myself out, as I’m talking to Him. The words spill out, and in the process, I am found.

That’s prayer.  That’s God.

When I don’t have any words at all, somehow, my heart speaks to Him. I know He is there listening, and understanding the emotions of my soul.

And yet I don’t do it often enough.

I alienate Him, as I struggle through my own agenda. So. Many. Times.

And I’m ashamed of that fact, for I love Him so.

If I could change one life, with one prayer, why don’t I do it?

Prayer is the one thing – every, single, person, in this world has. And most everyone turns to it – they turn to God – when they are scared, lost, and forgotten. They know its power; for they reach for it in the most important circumstances and moments in their lives.

Prayer brings me closer to my Lord, and it brings me closer to myself. It brings everything into focus, and it impacts the lives of those I hold most dearly in this world.

Prayer.

The words of our hearts.


Never underestimate their power or their influence. For they are mighty.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Have We Lost Our Heart, For Others?





Have we lost our heart for “others?” When I say that, I mean… have we grown cold to the hurt in someone else’s eyes and heart?

It can be so easy to label people. We can define that driver as “stupid.” We can call that mother, “over reactive,” and we can pick apart those who cross our television screen on a daily basis.

It’s easy. Simple.

Judgment always is.

Knowing what goes on inside of someone? That takes more work. A little bit more time and research has to go into it…which of course, means you have to care a little bit.

Have we stopped caring…. A little bit?

Computer screens make it so easy for us to mock, judge, and tweet out criticism. We can forget to think about the human heart on the other end who will read our words.

I’ve seen people in the midst of tragedy, being judged by others about their parenting skills and people skills, in general. Instead, of being given love and compassion in their time of intense emotional grief.

So, I ask again…. “Have we lost our heart for others?”

Have we lost our compassion? Our empathy? Our kindness? Our grace, mercy, and most importantly, our forgiveness?

Are we so cold and tough, that we can’t allow others the room to be human? Can we not allow them the space to mess up?

Can we give others the freedom to not be perfect?

I have made many driving mistakes. By the grace of God, I hope to make very few more. But, I might.

I have gotten angry at my kids in public. I have regretted those moments. As might, the mama who I witness at the local store.

I have typed out feelings quickly on a keyboard and hit, “send.” And wished with everything in me, that I could pull them back.

You see, we are flawed people. That’s who we are. We shouldn’t expect any differently out of ourselves, except that we keep trying to grow and improve. 

In that process of being flawed, oh, let us please remember, others are flawed too.

In our moments of error, we crave all the things that we can give someone else in their moment. Love, kindness, understanding, grace, forgiveness.

We can listen. We can walk through it with them as they strive to overcome.

We can give them our heart.

Our heart was never just meant to keep to ourselves. It was meant to be used to love on others. And the cool thing is, there is no limit to how much loving we can do. Because the heart has the amazing ability to grow.

So, let’s use it. Let’s grow it.


Let’s care instead of judge. Even if we need to start doing it, “just a little bit.”

Sunday, August 7, 2016

You Don't Have to Know All The Answers





Oftentimes, when God puts us in positions of leadership where others are looking at us, we feel that we need to put on this presence of having all the answers. Of course we want to look pulled-together and professional. We want people to be confidant in our abilities. So we can sometimes, speak on things that we aren’t quite sure about.

It’s okay not to know it all.

It’s okay not to have all the answers.

A great leader is always a great listener and learner. Having these two traits means acknowledging when we are perplexed, or when we still have things we need to learn, regarding something.

We can still be trusted. We can still be confidant even when we don’t have an answer for someone. In fact, it can create more trust, when we are honest with people about our level of knowledge.

I would much rather listen and follow someone who admits they need to find out about something, or that they don’t quite know the solution to something, than I would to someone who offers false words and conceit. I would much rather a teacher or leader tell me they will find something out, than give me an answer that leads me in a wrong direction. It tells me that they value me when they are straightforward and truthful with me!

Some people think that leaders have it all together. The image, the success, and the knowledge. But leaders are human. They are flawed. They have their limitations and weaknesses.

Leaders can’t possibly know it all.  They can’t possibly be it all to everyone. It’s too much to ask of anyone.

Be human. Be flawed. Be honest and real. It’s much more respectable and attainable. It will gain you more loyal friends and followers, than false promises and unfulfilled expectations based on empty words….ever will.

Continue to learn. Continue to grow. Continue to listen. But, be open about the fact that you don’t have all the answers. Allow yourself the room and the freedom to be human.


It’s okay.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

It's Those Tiny Choices



Life. Life is so crazy. We look back at all the curves, twists and turns it took, and sometimes, we don’t even know how we arrived at the spot we currently sit in.

Things can be blurry and fuzzy.

I think it’s interesting how we often forget that it was our own choices that most often led us down the path we have found ourselves on. Good, or bad, those choices made dents in our life. They swayed us to the left or the right, bit by bit.

And it’s why we are, where we are.

Those tiny choices. Those choices we thought wouldn’t really matter in the big scheme of things. Those choices that we made when we were distracted, rushed, angry, or tired.

Those choices we made when we decided we believed in ourselves despite what the rest of the world thought… or not. Maybe we agreed with the rest of the world and stopped fighting for our lives.

Tiny choices.

Choices about who to let be a big part of our lives. Choices about how to spend our time. Choices that we thought wouldn’t matter, because no one else saw; no one else was looking. Choices that started to dictate our character, our worth, our value system, and our attitude.

No choice is every really “tiny.” Not even buying a candy bar. For maybe you are trying not to have sugar, or trying to eat better. You give in once, you’ll give in again. Or maybe that candy bar is a treat. You decided to do something fun for yourself. And that one choice will lead you to start enjoying who you are more.

Tiny choices always lead to bigger results. It’s why we need self discipline in our lives. It’s why we need to be intentional about who we are, where we are headed, and what we want to be about.

We can look back at the road we’ve taken in life, and wonder how we ended up here. But it’s really not a mystery. It was all the choices we made along the way.

The thing is… there are plenty more choices ahead of us. We can still sway the direction the path of our life takes. Whether our path goes through a desert, up over a mountain, or in a valley; our attitude and perspective can greatly dictate how we emerge from those times.

Tiny choices. Choices that can impact our life (or someone close to us) in a good or bad way.


Hmmm. That’s food for thought, isn’t it?

Friday, July 29, 2016

If You Love Me, Don't Let Me Go

Everyone wants to know love – to feel love.

Everyone wants someone to have their “back.” To fight for them and with them.

Everyone.

I wonder, how awful it must feel, to live life without love. Without feeling it, without knowing it.

There are people who are in those shoes, right now. They don’t feel your love. They don’t see it, hear it, or know it.

They are lost. Alone. Crying and hurting.

The baby who is about to be aborted.  The baby who just wants to be loved.

The man on the streets, who sleeps on a cardboard out in the cold on Thanksgiving, while his family dines on turkey at home.

The cousin who has to go back into rehab again.

The youth who ends up in jail. And has no visitors.

The child who huddles up, locked in their room, as mom and dad yell, and throw things at each other.

They just want to be held.

Mistakes will be made in life. And some people have made plenty. But where is grace? Where is mercy?

Where is love?

They may be unsteady. They may not outwardly be asking you of anything. But inwardly, they are shouting – “Am I worthy of love?”  “Am I valuable?”

“If you love me, don’t let me go.” “Don’t let me fall. Don’t let me fail.”

“Be there for me. Love me. “


“Please.”

Monday, July 25, 2016

Because I Choose Him




There is a cost to being a Christian. I know it. I feel it. 

People so easily label you once they find out what you believe. They assume how you will feel and act, in any certain situation or circumstance.  They assume I won’t want to be their friend, that I won’t love them, if they do “such and such” or behave in a certain manner.

They are wrong.

In fact, it is MORE likely that I will stick with them longer, and further, than some of their other “so-called” friends, purely BECAUSE of my faith. It is MORE likely that I will be trustworthy and genuine, BECAUSE of what I believe.

Oh yes. I know that’s not true for all of us who label ourselves with the word, “Christian.” I wish it were.

It should be.

We all should be different, because of our choice to choose God as Lord of our lives. I know I am.

I make the choices I do in my life - because I choose God.

I have joy in my heart, despite my trials and challenges, because of my choice to follow the Lord.

I am happy. I feel blessed. I feel free. Because I choose HIM.

And He has chosen me.

I’m not anything special, in and of myself. I am supremely flawed. I can be a huge dork. At times, I feel especially needy.  But He loves me just as I am. He has been faithful to me. He chose me, despite my inadequacies, fears, doubts, and immaturity.

And He continues to choose me. He continues to want me.

So, I try to be honest, because I owe God everything. I owe Him my life, my joy, my dreams; my everything.

I try to be obedient. I try to love others, as He loves me.

I try to be respectful, civil, and forgiving (as hard as a lesson that is for me to grasp.)

All because I love Him – and so I make my choices in life – based on that wholehearted love.

HIM. I choose Him.

That’s why I am who I am. And I, for one second, have never regretted that choice. He’s never led me wrong.


How great is thy Father’s love…… and oh how I’d love to share it with you.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Wasted Moments

There is a song out by Keith Urban that is called, “Wasted Time.”  The first time I heard it, I thought, “Those words are so true!”

For most of us, we make elaborate efforts to create memories. Especially as parents, we outdo ourselves on our kids’ birthday parties, on holiday celebrations, on baking food for a party, on vacations.

And those all show our love. Our efforts ALWAYS show our love.

But….a great deal of our treasured moments in life, are in the unplanned. In the moments of life that most people would refer to as “wasted time.”

Spontaneity is a gift in life, because those moments come from someone’s heart. The words, the actions, the time spent together – they are unplanned. They are simply expressions of who we are, and how we feel about life, and those we share it with.

Wow.

As I sit here, writing this piece, I can think of SO many lazy, spontaneous, unplanned, “wasted” moments in life, that have become so fond to my heart.

I think of walking down to the dock to eat lunch one summer up at the lake, with my sister and my mom. And suddenly, we were bowling with our grapes.

I think of taking the mattress out in our backyard and looking up at the sky to the stars, talking, and laughing with my husband and kids.

I think of being on a road trip and suddenly, due to where we had just been, finding every song we played on my IPOD to encompass a theme to where we were.  Some were farfetched. Some were outright stupid. But it was hilarious. Memorable. And my kids still bring it up sometimes.

I think of standing in the street, holding hands with a homeless man, as he asked me to pray for him. So there my family huddled in prayer – for a stranger.

Or, shopping with my girls and ending up having hilarious moments in the dressing room.

Wasted moments? I think not. Maybe they didn’t contribute to world peace. But they contributed to our life. To our love for each other.

There is so much busyness in life. Our heads can get so full of thoughts, to-do’s, and emotions of circumstances and challenges. We can get a little lost in it all.

We forget to simply “be.” To simply “love.”

We forget that some of the best moments in life, happen in the “wasted” seconds of life.

Let’s not be so quick to rush by them when they come our way. Let’s not get so restless when they present themselves. For they are treasures. To us, and to those who share them with us.


Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Don't Let Them Break You




I wish everyone, wished everyone else “well.”  If only we could all be happy for each other when something goes right in the other person’s life. 

If only we could be happy enough with ourselves, to not tap into the jealous feelings that want to invade us and cause us to strike at one another.

I wish there wasn’t mental illness. I wish no one had to experience the dark side of depression, anxiety, or schizophrenia.  I wish we loved each other enough, to never see the battles that occur in a life due to low self esteem, or someone feeling like they aren’t valuable.

But that’s just not the reality we live in.

Emotional monsters exist in our heads. They reveal themselves in supposed relationships. And they blossom right before our very eyes.

They try to break us.

Their only goal is to hurt, damage, inflict as much pain as they possibly can, and to steal our joy.

Sometimes they succeed. Sometimes they leave a wake of ruin in their path.

Those “monsters” don’t have to win. They don’t have to dictate where you go, what you do, or how you do it.

We just need to be alert. Aware. Ready to put on our armor of protection, wisdom, and faith.

We need to know that what often comes at us, comes from a deeper, darker place, than just another hurting and unhappy soul.

It comes from satan.

There is no debating that our lives will hold great challenges. There will be many tears that fall from our cheeks. Not everyone will want to be our friend.

We can live with all of that. We can bounce back from the wounds inflicted on us, if we remember and realize, that if we give in to defeat, those monsters win. If we let the dark side crowd out all that’s good within our world, we not only lose the fight, we lose our very selves.

Don’t let them win. Don’t let them steal YOU. Don’t lose yourself to the battles in this
life.

Fight. Fight hard. Fight smart. Fight for yourself.

You are worth it.

Don’t let anything, or anyone break you. Don’t let them destroy you. For if you are worthy of a fight, if you are worth it enough, to try and be destroyed, then there is great fear of who you are. Use that to fuel you.

Use it to strengthen you.

The problem when someone goes on the attack, is usually with that someone – not you. You are just the object of their struggle. And I’m sorry for that.

Use that knowledge in how you relate to everyone around you. And use it to help you fight off the unfair.

Because often, it WILL be unfair.

But whatever you do, don’t let them break you. Don’t let them win.

You can overcome. With the Lord’s help, you can overcome. Then you can help others becomes strong and overcome, too.

Bend, my friend, but don’t break.  The world needs you.



Friday, July 8, 2016

You Hurt Me, So I'll Hurt You - Is Never the Answer



My heart breaks over the division in America. So much hatred, bitterness, and pain. So needless.

I hate injustice as much as the next person, but violence isn’t the answer. Love is. Empathy is. Understanding IS.

Blacks. Whites. Muslims. Africans. Indians. We are all humans. All flawed people.

There will be bad and good amongst all of us. Bad police officers. Good police officers. Just as there are bad teachers and good teachers. Bad parents and great parents.

You can’t judge a whole race or profession, based on the actions of one – or a few. Yes, it will flavor everything about them. But we need to judge each person, based on THAT person’s actions.

My friend Lisa Whittle mentioned in a facebook post that the church has “stopped weeping.” She is so right. We have stopped crying over what’s wrong. We have grown cold and turned our faces away from what is immoral, unjust, and unkind. And when you stop weeping with those who weep, you stop feeling.  You enter into a zone of indifference.

Causing pain to another family, because you have been wronged, is never the answer. It only adds to the pain and hurt of everyone as a whole. And it becomes a domino effect. You hurt me – so I’ll hurt you.

How about – you hurt someone, so I’ll teach you to love? I’ll teach you, you matter? I’ll teach you, that not everyone is like that?

How about…can I pray for you?

We need to get down on our knees, and pray for our country. Pray for our world. We need to pray that hearts will crack, and people will start feeling again. We need to unite as people – and realize that we ALL feel. We ALL hurt.  Yes, there are those amongst us who act out and do wrong. It’s unfair. But we can’t continue the cycle. We must break it. WE.

We can’t leave it up to someone else to be the change. WE must be the change. WE must teach our children to empathize with those who don’t look like us, or act like us.

Excusing bad behavior is not the answer. But becoming like what we say we despise, isn’t either.

Life is not fair. It never will be. It’s life. We can’t demand things for ourselves, just because someone else gets something.

If someone does something wrong – yes – they need to face disciplinary consequences. That goes for a police officer, a criminal, or a public figure. No one should be immune or above the law. But just as a little child can often teach an adult how to forgive, accept, and love – WE the people may be the ones needed to teach those in authority how to love, heal, and encourage one another; instead of tearing and breaking down more people and families.

“Our hearts are at war,” says Lisa Whittle. And it’s time for us to bridge the gap. 

Otherwise there will just be more hurt and pain.

Lord, forgive us. Heal us.


Have mercy on our souls.

Friday, July 1, 2016

It's a Privilege




It’s a privilege for me to be a mom. Every day, I count my blessings. I love my children so much; and I know many, many people cannot bear a child at all.

It’s a privilege for me to be able to write. To do what I love? That adds so much joy to my life. And I thrive on encouraging and impacting others. I know that is a gift – and I don’t take it lightly, that I am able to do it.

It’s a privilege for me to be able to walk.  I see people in wheelchairs. I see people with artificial limbs. And I know walking is not something I should take for granted. I am so thankful my two legs function, and I can walk. I can run around with my grandkids.  It’s a blessing given to me.

It’s a privilege for me to travel from time to time. I’ve traveled more in my life than I ever could have dreamed. I’ve seen more than some people – and I’m not done living yet. I know the travels I’ve taken, (or may yet to take) are “extra’s” in my life that I’m lucky to be able to have. Each one is an extra gift unpacked… when I’ve already been given so many.

It’s a privilege for me, to be able to see. To breathe with my own lungs. To go to the bathroom on my own. To brush my hair.  I’ve been in hospitals. I’ve seen car accidents. I’ve been ill, myself. And I know these things are often overlooked. I don’t want to forget or fail to thank God for my knees, my hips, my nose, ears, heart, or kidneys. For someone, somewhere, doesn’t have something that I assume I will always have. Something that keeps me alive and keeps me healthy.

It’s a privilege for me, to live in a house. To drive a car. To sleep in my own bed. To have a husband.

It’s a privilege for me to be able to buy clothes.  To eat so much that I’m full.

It’s a privilege. All of it.

And I don’t want to forget it.

God has given me so much. If He never gave me one more thing I asked for, He’s already given me more than I deserve. 

We are walking blessings. You – and – I. We have gifts that we use, that we wear, that we ARE.

WE are the gifts. And we are privileged.

I don’t DESERVE two working hands anymore than anyone else. I don’t DESERVE to be happier. 

It’s all a privilege. A blessing. A gift.

And I’m indebted. Humbled. Thankful. Extremely blessed. And aware.



Are you?

Sunday, June 26, 2016

We Can Impact How Our Children View Life




Texas storms can be fierce.

As I was laying in bed one morning around 4 am, listening to the sky shake and thunder, as rain poured down and the sky lit up… I remembered my earliest memory of a storm.

I grew up in the Pacific Northwest. And I remember excitedly making hot chocolate, sitting out on our back patio (we had an awning), and watching the storm, all snuggled up in blankets – me, my mom, and my sister.

Good memories.

Warm memories.

And as I lay in bed recently, listening to a storm fiercer than anything I heard as a child, I thought, “Thank you, mom.”  For I wasn’t scared. In fact, I’ve always loved storms. And I attribute that, to a mom who started me out, in expectation and wonder, instead of fear.

I’ve tried to do something similar with my own children. We often, have watched out the windows as lightening flashed across the sky, or sat out on a back patio and observed and exclaimed over the power and might of a storm.

We can impact our children’s view of life. We can influence them, to cultivate an attitude of joy, excitement, and awe - or fear, loathing, and frustration.  We can do this by how we, ourselves, treat circumstances in life.  Our attitudes are “catching.” Our children “catch” moods, views, and perspectives, from us.

Sure, our children aren’t going to adopt the same attitude as us on everything in life. But, we still have powerful influence that we often underestimate.

I never knew that I would end up in a state that had some of the most powerful and earth-shaking storms I’ve ever encountered.  Nor did my mom. But one night is all it took to forever shape and mold my mind when it comes to storms.

One night.

I’m so thankful that was a positive night. A positive moment, and a positive memory.

Lord, may we be intentional with our children, and with our attitudes, as we face little AND big things in lives. Whether they are physical storms, or emotional ones – our children are watching us.


Someday, may they look back as they face something similar, and say, “Thank you, mom.” And may they face whatever it is with wonder, not fear.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

"Busy" Is a Virus




So busy. We all get so busy, just living life. Just running around doing all of our “have-to’s.”  We get distracted and focused on everything running through our hearts and our heads.

We get into the rut of running through our lives.

We go from paying our bills, fixing our cars, getting our groceries, helping our kids with their homework, figuring out how we are going to squeeze in that next “thing,” and life, before we know it, is on a spin cycle.

It runs us.

And we forget. We forget what we’re really here for. What and who we are living for. What our purpose in life really is.

And we feel empty. Lost, lonely, and afraid.

Because, life is running us. It’s taking us for a ride that we didn’t sign up for. We let it overwhelm us with things that really don’t matter in the long run. Things that are temporal.  Yes, they need to be dealt with, but the importance we give them, well, it’s too much. We let them invade our minds. We get distracted.

And that’s just how satan likes it.

He loves to see us running around like confused little children. He loves to see us forget how God has gifted us and how God can use us. He loves to see us get stressed out. And he’s good at it.

I’m busy, just as you are. And I fight to keep my priorities in line. It’s not easy.  But nothing feels right when my life isn’t in line with the Lord. Everything is just “off.” I’M “OFF.”

I don’t want to live a life where I’m caught up in the stresses of life. I don’t want to forget to put my Lord first. I don’t want to forget what it’s like to hear Him speaking to my heart. I don’t want to fail to see others hurting or in pain. And I certainly don’t want to be so caught up in my own life, that I can’t reach out and love on other people.

“Busy” is a virus. “Success” is a virus. And “image” – a virus. Things we forget to arm ourselves against. We get lost in them.

I want to be a fighter. I want to know the joy that only God can bring into my life, as I go about the daily details of living.

Let me stay in alignment with Him – for I never want to stop hearing His whispers.  I never want to stop seeing His hand.


Nothing is worth that distance.

Friday, June 17, 2016

There's No Courage In Being Cruel



We all FEEL.  We all hurt, laugh, cry, get anxious or stressed, get nervous, act foolish. We ALL feel lonely at times. Rejected. Looked over.  We ALL get jealous. We ALL love.

That’s being human, for ya.

The thing is, I think sometimes we forget that we are all so similar. Sometimes, OUR feelings are the only feelings we take into consideration. The only ones we think matter.

And they aren’t.

We so often choose the harder thing, than to simply do the easier thing – the kind thing.

It’s easier, to think that someone might be having a bad day, than to flip a finger at them in traffic.

It’s easier, to admit the truth, than to live a lie. And it’s easier, to be gentle, than it is to be harsh. And it’s more fun.

There is no strength in being a bully. No courage in being cruel.

Usually, we are hurting ourselves as well as the person we are targeting. And usually, we were already hurting in the first place.

Making someone else feel small, never makes us taller. It only makes us mean.

I want to be someone that my children can be proud of. I want to have the kind of character that people won’t question.

Yes, I want courage. I want the kind of courage that swallows a mean comment. I want the kind of courage that turns the other cheek when something mean is said to me. I want the kind of courage that sticks up for someone that everyone else has abandoned. 

I want the kind of courage that loves the unlovable.

Mean words are only a symptom of a hurting heart. They only demonstrate a lack of understanding.

Maybe we have anger inside of us. Maybe we were wronged. Ok. But hurting someone else is never the answer.

If you truly seek to be courageous … seek to overcome.


And courage, you will find.

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