This. Is. Exactly. What. I. Needed.

The fact that you’re struggling doesn’t make you a burden. It doesn’t make you unloveable or undesirable or undeserving of care. It doesn’t make you too much or too sensitive or too needy. It makes you human. Everyone struggles. Everyone has a difficult time coping, and at times, we all fall apart. During these times, we aren’t always easy to be around — and that’s okay. No one is easy to be around one hundred percent of the time. Yes, you may sometimes be unpleasant or difficult. And yes, you may sometimes do or say things that make the people around you feel helpless or sad. But those things aren’t all of who you are and they certainly don’t discount your worth as a human being. The truth is that you can be struggling and still be loved. You can be difficult and still be cared for. You can be less than perfect, and still be deserving of compassion and kindness.

Daniell Koepke (via internal-acceptance-movement)*tears*

The Resillence of Children

My son and I are both under the weather at the moment. I’m guessing its the turn of the season…maybe allergies. However, he was determined to attend his Truth & Training class at my parents church last night. It’s like a Bible study progran for kids. They were also having a special music presentation at the church so there was a rather large group gathered in the main sanctuary from what I was told.

Anyways, the pastor asked if one of the kids would pray for the kids who were in the main service and Jedi who has pretty much lost his voice at this point, volunteers. So he got up in front of a group of about 250 people and prayed, just like that. This is no small feat for a nine year old. I’d say it’s pretty special and I’m very proud.

After service he came across an elderly black woman who was changing out of her heels and into a pair of flip flops to be more comfortable except that when she had gone to place them on the floor, one had turned upside down and out of place. Jedi stopped in front of her, reached out to grab the flip flop, place them on her feet and then handed the woman her heels and went on about his business. The woman looked at my son, pointed at him and said, “I heard you pray. The Lord has plans for you, young man.”

After everything my kids have been through for them to believe in anything is amazing. They just have such big hearts. They are truly inspiring to me.


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

by William Ernest Henley

“God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love, and of self-discipline.”

After a while

After a while you learn

the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn…

A poem by: Veronica A. Shoffstall