I'm a writer, poetess, photographer, single mother and caregiver. Lover of God, music, writing, art, and crafts of many kinds.
I enjoy spending time reading, listening to good music, drinking coffee and chatting with friends.
I write and read whatever my mind travels to. It's clean (as in no profanity), funny, loving, and sometimes...well a lot, down-right disturbing.
There will come a day When my tears The ones that found their way down my cheeks The ones that spilled over heartache The ones that broke free from their chamber because of pain The ones that crested my eyelids for love’s sake The ones that came from some unseen pond because my innocence was stolen
That day will come when my Savior wipes them away Yeah, that day.
This is what the Lord says: “Cursed is the one who trusts in man, who draws strength from mere flesh and whose heart turns away from the Lord . “But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord , whose confidence is in him.
Jeremiah 17:5, 7 NIV https://bible.com/bible/111/jer.17.5-7.NIV
Sometimes I like to get in my car and pick a road and get in some phototherapy. This day was one of those days. I wish I could tell you where I took this, but sadly I have no clue.
I came across this beauty and had to pull over and soak it in. Snap snap snap…I was able to take other photos as well but finding them all has been a challenge at best. This one popped up in my “On This Day” yesterday. But not the others.
Guess my lesson for yesterday is that I should be more organized with my photos.
Why do I feel unworthy of anything? Less valuable than….? Why does what happened to me for years and still happens, make me feel those things?
Ugly? Who determines beauty anyways? Isn’t it God, the creator, who decides? And even if I’m physically butt ugly, should that really determine my self-worth?
I feel ugly on the inside because of the things that plague my thoughts and heart many many times throughout the day. I’m learning that those thoughts do not dictate who I am, where I’m headed, what I do, or my beauty!
I am not ugly! I am not my thoughts or my fears. I am who and what God made me!
There are things and experiences imprinted on my soul and heart, but I’m learning to overcome those things.
I’ve always believed I was marked for sexual abuse, but I know now that I AM marked by God. He has placed His seal upon me. And God’s mark trumps any markings from man!