There’s Giants in the Land

I open my eyes to see giants before me. They growl with an intent to intimidate me. Some foam at the mouth with the greatest intention to do bodily harm. I’m shaken and am in fear immediately.

Then a noise behind me grabs my attention. I am quickly terrified at the thought of more giants being behind me, as I am already outnumbered to say the least.

As I turn I can see I a host of angelic presence standing bold, authoritatively, with the power of the sword at their finger tips. They are ready to fight on my behalf! They greatly outnumber the force in front of me and are more equipped by far.

I quickly go from being fearful to being thankful!

Lesson: you may be intimated, scared and greatly outnumbered by what’s in front of you; BUT, standing just behind you waiting to fight for you, is always more, better, stronger, wiser than what’s against you!!

gaining that perspective may be the greatest key you need to live an enjoyable life, especially with the upcoming year.

Life will always have giants, …just remember YOUR giants, and you’ll be okay!!

2 Corinthians 10:4

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Get Your Mind Right 2020

I don’t know about you but there are several resolutions I made at the beginning of 2019 that I did not complete, some I never even gave a second thought. This can be really discouraging when ushering in a new year, but watch this quick video of help usher in all the good things 2020 has to offer!!

Him

The day I lost Him was the day my emotional trauma moved in, or at least from what I can remember.

My father loved me, but was caught up in a bad situation and wound up in prison from the time I was 3 till a few months before my 30th bday.

I often times ached with pain and felt lonely, disappointed, empty, heart broken and down-right frustrated. I always felt like a piece of my identity was missing, bouts of depression and anxiety ensued. I missed him most when I got to high school. Seeing and hearing the stories of girls who I thought was really “lucky” to have their dads in their lives. They were definitely better than me I thought. I could also understand more at that point why he wasn’t there. That just angered me even more.

I am writing today, not to give advise or to say some profound statement to make this sound better than what it is.

The reality is, I’m 31 years old, married with a child of my own and I still hurt; I still have my BAD days. Today is one of them.

I write to release the pain that I know one day I will use to my advantage.

Today is a bad day, tomorrow will be better!