The Great I am

It's not about me. It's all about Him. Never about me.
But it's ok.
For the first time in my life, the spotlight is something I'm at peace with staying out off.
This is a dramatic switch for someone like me. But i kinda like this change.
I want to spur people on to push them into the light.
For once I am content to be the supporting actress in the movies of those people around me.
For once, i can say FAITH is MINE, YOU CANT TAKE IT.
Even though you cannot comprehend it.
I am Content.
I am truly content.
When my purpose is far greater than my own self, When He is greater than I am.

The over-analyzation of the already analysed

Do we sometimes read too much into something and lose it's true meaning along the way? Things can be broken down, but it comes a time when it can be broken down no further and we just have to accept it as it is, at face value. I guess we consider different perspectives to get a clearer overview on covert transgressions towards oneself and others so we can measure up and weigh the stakes involved more proportionately.

Get too near, and the focus misaligns, affecting the field of vision as the eyes lose sight of clarity and confuses your mind.

When can we stop disecting things anymore than we should?


Where and how do we add quality in our lives to maximise it's intensity regardless of the length of it's intended existence?

It is much of a shame and a let down to oneself to hold back from enriching one's life by refusing to let go of one's past that is preventing one from moving on from a state of lifelessness out of grief to empowered liberation.

I believe it is possible to take calculated risks without compromising your values and get something out of it that adds on to your life value.

This is what makes life exciting. To Figure out how to make do with what you have to create something out of what others see as nothing. It can be very interesting indeed.

Night duty screws your thinking like it is ever so apparent. I need music. Cos it's so dan quiet in here, it bores me.

Which part of your life do you want erased?

Thank God for pain.
For it is through these periods of suffering that my humanity is amplified.
Through these I would gain empathy, towards the people I have met and those whom I have yet to meet.
That when I say :"I understand, and I can help you through this pain"
It resonates. It is not empty.
That I have been empowered by reality to lend a hand when and where it is most needed.

As I rerun the hurts through the passing of time.
I am reminded of my fragility, my powerlessness, my need of reliance, The power of Him.

Because of Him in me. I can do so much.

To each his/her own. We all have areas in life where we find particular difficulty coming to terms with. Yet that is precisely the uniqueness of every individual, called to fulfill His intended purpose. Peas in a pod, but peas of distinctively separate entities.

Don't look back with regret over the things you have experienced which were beyond your control. Instead, look back with thanksgiving for the rare opportunity to explore the intricacies of life, and the ability He has given you to pull through those challenging times. Be proud to have survived and take joy that you are alive and well to tell your side of the story for His glory to be magnified in you.

I don't wanna rub off my past.
I want to embrace it and look ahead.

For I know all that did not work for me.
I'll make it work this time round as He wills me to.

Perplexity of the self

When it comes to certain affairs in life, frivolousness will not do for me.
Knowing myself as I am, I get mistaken very often, for implying the things that I have no intention of putting across. But I guess nervousness from one polar opposite can and does subconsciously push you further away and pulls you from the other direction without you needing to exert much freewill on your part. Instead of knowing one better on a personal level, one becomes repellent of the other, when really all one wants is to extend a hand, yet is afraid to do so in fear of the impending reaction one may get. Perplexed at shyness when one thought this would be one thing that one would be fearless about. Silly me. I can't believe I know not what to do. Ugh.

Anti fustration

I dislike thinking about the other side of others. Even though I well and truly understand that with every side a person presents his/herself with, there is always a darker side that lurks beneath. I often get hit in the face by some unsuspecting evil and then gape in awe as I stand dumbfounded thinking to myself, What the.... Then what do I do? What can I do?

I choose to rub my face, and get back on with life.

What can I do?
Maybe the question should be rephrased from not "what can I do", but rather, "should I do so?".

By far the best way to handle such events, I discovered early in life, is to just bring it down to two words, "Forget it".

Throw a blade in my direction, when I eventually get scrapped by it, I bleed, but hey, Thank GOD! I'm still alive! The wounds will heal, and at least now I know how and when to dodge when I sense another sharp metal coming my way. So, thanks for being my teacher, in that sense.

When you see the world with these eyes and let go of grudge, you come across as stupid. But truly, who cares? Call me stupid, and you think you could incur wrath in my heart?

Only the truly stupid will let you get your way. So guess what I would do?
Two words, Forget it.
This guy knows not what he does.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. . .And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. - excerpts from 1 Corinthians 13:4-13

One cannot Love when one is not accepting. Accepting is to embrace and encourage.
If pride stands in the way, Love cannot protect. Until one is ready to think of others before oneself, can one be ready to accept and commit.

keepers

I could'nt agree with Nikki Gemmell more when she wrote:
An ideal husband:

Never flattens her spirit, Is a heart lifter.
Never tries to reduce or wear her down.
Does not get intimidated by her achievements.
Tells her she's beautiful, reminds her to love her body.
Cherishes his mother but does'nt expect his wife to be like her.
picks up wet towels and puts his dirty clothes in the laundry basket.

Is a haven, a harbour, a rest from all the toss of the world.
Make's his wife laugh, (especially when she's down).
Is never afraid to say I love you.

Fairy tale?
Or reality.....??