For God did not give us a spirit of timidity (of cowardice, of craven and cringing and fawning fear), but [He has given us a spirit] of power and of love and of calm and well-balanced mind and discipline and self-control. -2 Timothy 1:7 (AMP)
How can I love somebody else when I can’t love myself enough to know when it’s time, time to let go. -Mary J. Blige
Being a child doesn’t last long, but having a playful imagination can last a lifetime. If we allow it. – You, Me + Charlie
Dive into the deep places of God. -Sandra Martin
Learning is not always by the book. – Start-Thinking.com
I know I’m not the only one who remembers being VERY active as a child. I mean active in every sense of what active means. lol Well, the beauty is in this healing phase my child-like spirit is being re-kindled. I remember believing in myself from such a loving place. I think this because when I was a child I truly believed and truly felt the goodness of God. I trusted it, it surrounded me, and I hardly remember not feeling like that. Nothing yet had happened that tested my faith to make me feel any differently. Of course not many years passed before that reality would begin to change. I’ve learned; consistent hurt, disappointment, neglect, abandonment, being ignored, shunned, laughed at, (both real, and perceived: as children we don’t always know the difference) fatigue your spirit. You get hurt so much, you hurt yourself so much that just being alive feels like an impossible chore. Self-loathing is invited (unawares to you of course) and brings all the side-kicks: (procrastination, laziness, repeated self-abuse, living in fear, depression, bitterness, unforgiveness, lack of self control, lack of boundaries, confusion, and double-mindedness, and surrender of identity.) I don’t remember when I stopped living from my spirit, and trusting in God’s goodness, but I do remember as soon as I decided to I opened the door for so many unclean spirits. It’s like I totally forgot who I was so everything in the natural that I could touch, see and feel, simply aligned with the spiritual. When I was young, and especially in my teens I did so many things to lift my spirits, without questioning myself, or second- guessing what I really felt. I lived by my spirit. EVERYDAY. Being grounded in yourself, and true to who you are gives you energy that you can’t get from food, sex, friends, family, anyone. I have had this lesson come to me over and over, until one day recently I “got it”. Thought I’d share that I’ve dropped some heavy bags, and I look to drop more. I need my arms to be free to receive and give in abundance. To practice and perfect my crafts and live. I meant truly. To feel alive, well, and to BE well. I have to manifest my end of the spectrum. My workings. So that my works will one day praise me.
SN: (A broken-spirit is sometimes at the root of laziness. First learn to be kind to yourself and heal. Don’t judge yourself, BUT be realistic about what you can handle. Loving yourself, and not comparing yourself makes tasks a lot easier. )
…still healing, learning, and overcoming.