Some relationships need to be safely tucked in the mental scrapbook of our soul. The pages can show the good times, the laughs, the sad times, the rebellious times, the giggles and butterflies. Some relationships weren’t meant to last forever, no matter how much we long for them. The memories of all the firsts, the innocence, the “what could have been”, the dreams that never came to pass. The hopes for a future and the reality of end can be beautifully adorned on the backsplash of our minds. Some never to be visited physically again. Some skeletons should never be taken out their locked closets. Some we can unleash and dance with for a while, but ultimately we have to put them back in their appointed places. Friendships that started as innocent kids and ended as the realization that our life’s twist and turns into adulthood have taken us down far different paths.
All of our relationships are a part of our journey. Not all of them are safe, but all are necessary to realize who we are. Some are safe, but don’t take root. Take a little from each one, and leave behind the parts that hurt after you have learned what you were supposed to learn. In the end there’s only LOVE! Love and forgive, but don’t be a victim. Love and ask for forgiveness wether they grant it to you or not. Be the best version of you and the relationships that are meant to stick will and the ones that weren’t, put them in the scrapbook.
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My Lot is Secure
My Lot is Secure.
When I say that people either know exactly what I mean, or they look at me like I’m crazy.
My life is crazy! It is my life so I will take whatever comes my way. With 2 curious little boys my house is crazy. This is not a quiet house, there is peace here, but not peace and quiet. We are always on the move looking for our next adventure. Some may say its my way of avoiding my reality, I say this is my reality. Some say I’m avoiding some chores, they may be right. Two things I know is God and my housework will never leave me nor forsake me.
We do tough stuff at this house. This is our reality. We have tough conversations in this house, this is also our reality. Most kids my boys age don’t have our reality. God knew what he was doing when he made me their momma. I pray that I will lead them in a way that no matter how bad our problems are they are no bigger or more important than anyone else’s. Our lot I secure and our boundary lines have fallen in pleasant places. They may not look or feel pleasant but they are ours, we will make the best of them.
I pray that my friends and people I love never have to have the conversations with there kids that I have had to have. The when, where, how, why questions.
I pray they don’t have to feel the sting that comes along with each one. I pray I can always hold my head high and answer them the way that will chart a path straight to the Heavenly Father, never creating doubt or a question of self worth. Our lot is secure and God gave us this lot and life because he trusts us with it. The only way I know how to remain strong is on my knees in surrender and praise to God that will lead me to lead them. He has a plan for us and we may fail from time to time, but I will never give up and I’ll teach my boys the same.
Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I keep my eyes always on the Lord. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken. (Psalm 16:5-8 NIV)
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