<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043</id><updated>2026-05-19T04:29:56.146-07:00</updated><category term="Life"/><category term="Motivation"/><category term="POETRY"/><category term="Inspiration"/><category term="Relationships"/><category term="Lifestyle"/><category term="Love"/><category term="Self"/><category term="Support"/><category term="Believer"/><category term="Community"/><category term="Faith"/><category term="Mind"/><category term="Hope"/><category term="Marriage"/><category term="Psalm"/><category term="Acceptance"/><category term="Africans"/><category term="Battlefield"/><category term="Blacks"/><category term="Blame"/><category term="Bold"/><category term="Choosing love daily"/><category term="Choosing to forgive"/><category term="Christian devotionals"/><category term="Christian encouragement for mothers"/><category term="Christian encouragement for women"/><category term="Deception"/><category term="Divorce"/><category term="Encouragement about love"/><category term="Encouragement for forgiveness"/><category term="Encouragement for mothers unloved by the father of their child"/><category term="Encouragement for women"/><category term="Encouragement for women in unhappy marriages"/><category term="Ending female rivalry"/><category term="Freedom through forgiveness"/><category term="God’s comfort in suffering"/><category term="Gratitude"/><category term="Hate"/><category term="Healing for mothers of fatherless children"/><category term="Healing from bitterness"/><category term="Homophobia"/><category term="Hope for mothers raising children without love"/><category term="Immigrants"/><category term="Inclusion"/><category term="Inner child healing"/><category term="International Women’s Day"/><category term="Joy"/><category term="Keep loving through pain"/><category term="Letting go and letting God"/><category term="Love heals and restores"/><category term="Love in difficult times"/><category term="Love is a beautiful thing"/><category term="Medicated"/><category term="Medication"/><category term="Menopause"/><category term="Menstruation"/><category term="MessyCan&#39;tStopHer"/><category term="Mindset"/><category term="Mistake"/><category term="Moments"/><category term="Money"/><category term="Moneymaker"/><category term="Orlando 42"/><category term="Overcoming anger and pain"/><category term="Parenting"/><category term="Periods"/><category term="Pharma"/><category term="Podcast"/><category term="Poverty"/><category term="Power of love"/><category term="Power of sisterhood"/><category term="Proverbs"/><category term="Queen"/><category term="Racism"/><category term="Refined by trials"/><category term="Self-care for women"/><category term="Selfcare"/><category term="Separation"/><category term="Shame"/><category term="Spiritual encouragement"/><category term="Stress relief for women"/><category term="Trials for promotion"/><category term="True women empowerment"/><category term="Trusting God’s timing"/><category term="Unity among women"/><category term="Using childhood pictures for self-care"/><category term="Waiting on God"/><category term="Woman"/><category term="Womanhood"/><category term="Women supporting women"/><category term="branding"/><title type='text'>Musing...becoming a better me.</title><subtitle type='html'>Heartfelt. 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Unpredictable.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-4192342363602708685</id><published>2025-10-06T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2025-10-06T10:07:20.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am Fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilFFuCm8Gd7oPrAOg451tVO25nmWUuklaBipyq9WY_ArK07OuUKCy5IDb8kLy9quSjUTJm3N3mji9q0Zo2B2NqV0H0no7bHEyNnkMZWyct2b1ryRWwDvx_C4K1sJEKLC_l-aVArfoa2dgiEDMcJz_Jip5gJhwrM7fVDzF4oDCWfhlKlkGWIDtaAduAE7Q/s1200/I%20am%20Fat.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;800&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1200&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilFFuCm8Gd7oPrAOg451tVO25nmWUuklaBipyq9WY_ArK07OuUKCy5IDb8kLy9quSjUTJm3N3mji9q0Zo2B2NqV0H0no7bHEyNnkMZWyct2b1ryRWwDvx_C4K1sJEKLC_l-aVArfoa2dgiEDMcJz_Jip5gJhwrM7fVDzF4oDCWfhlKlkGWIDtaAduAE7Q/s320/I%20am%20Fat.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is for my sister who is blessed with an abundance of fleshly endowments. It is for my friend who is adorned with the embellishments of surplus. For that woman whose fashion finds live in the plus section. You are beautiful. You are special. You are valuable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 24pt;&quot;&gt;I am fat.&amp;nbsp;Yes, that&#39;s what I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Please don&#39;t try to
talk me out of it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I saw myself this
morning&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Yes am fat, and it&#39;s
okay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 24.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 24.0pt; margin: 24pt 0cm;&quot;&gt;I am fat and it
shows on me. You can see it in...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;the opulence of my
body mass&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;my body&#39;s expansive
surface area&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;them thick thighs,
love handles and voluptuous curves&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 24.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 24.0pt; margin: 24pt 0cm;&quot;&gt;I am fat and the
reasons may be varied. It could be because...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I inherited the genes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;the medications
prescribed by doctors &quot;added&quot; to me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;life’s curve balls taught
my hormones to wrap me in bodily comfort&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 24.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 24.0pt; margin: 24pt 0cm;&quot;&gt;Whatever my
reason, this fat doesn&#39;t make me less. It doesn&#39;t...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;reduce my
intelligence, empathy or humanity&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;break down my spirit
unless you try to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;make me undeserving of
love, kindness or care&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 24.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 24.0pt; margin: 24pt 0cm;&quot;&gt;My fat is a body
composition not incompetence. It&amp;nbsp;doesn&#39;t mean am...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;lazy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;a glutton&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;dirty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 24.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 24.0pt; margin: 24pt 0cm;&quot;&gt;You will say I
shouldn’t say that, but please…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;don&#39;t demonize the
word&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;don&#39;t feel sorry for
me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;don’t try to &quot;comfort&quot; me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 24.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 24.0pt; margin: 24pt 0cm;&quot;&gt;Fat is just
another adjective that I choose to own positively. &lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;So
when you say fat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 8pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;don’t be ashamed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 8pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;say it with
respect, loud and clear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 8pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;say it and see me
– alive, whole and valuable&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;























































&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 24.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 24.0pt; margin: 24pt 0cm;&quot;&gt;Yes, I am fat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/4192342363602708685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2025/10/yes-i-am-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/4192342363602708685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/4192342363602708685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2025/10/yes-i-am-fat.html' title='Yes, I am Fat'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilFFuCm8Gd7oPrAOg451tVO25nmWUuklaBipyq9WY_ArK07OuUKCy5IDb8kLy9quSjUTJm3N3mji9q0Zo2B2NqV0H0no7bHEyNnkMZWyct2b1ryRWwDvx_C4K1sJEKLC_l-aVArfoa2dgiEDMcJz_Jip5gJhwrM7fVDzF4oDCWfhlKlkGWIDtaAduAE7Q/s72-c/I%20am%20Fat.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-2125377260365074096</id><published>2025-09-19T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2025-09-19T04:34:30.647-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christian encouragement for mothers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Encouragement for mothers unloved by the father of their child"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Healing for mothers of fatherless children"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hope for mothers raising children without love"/><title type='text'>For the Mother That’s Not Loved by the Father of Her Children.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4-HnjuaxxldP3bie9IvNOVeGZ64vbJzKWkKlB_beajzDP3oCtEHF3Tx73rGm8_YFiKgZhmUoe1OWpYKievK-X05uG0h3fbtJyeV0AIoVN_OfmsHkdSDhripRlBXWq9q8LjIoiOb9Xy6DdUhxqde3OqMmAi5rYCxLltB9bM1HKSi3YLf1lPJXdBLGkrg/s1080/19Sept2025-Facebook%20Post.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1080&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1080&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4-HnjuaxxldP3bie9IvNOVeGZ64vbJzKWkKlB_beajzDP3oCtEHF3Tx73rGm8_YFiKgZhmUoe1OWpYKievK-X05uG0h3fbtJyeV0AIoVN_OfmsHkdSDhripRlBXWq9q8LjIoiOb9Xy6DdUhxqde3OqMmAi5rYCxLltB9bM1HKSi3YLf1lPJXdBLGkrg/s320/19Sept2025-Facebook%20Post.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;For the mother
that’s not loved by the father of her children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;You know
yourself. You know your situation. And the Lord knows too, and this is His Word
for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;You have been shown
and been told that you’re not loved by the father of your children. This may
have nothing to do with anything that you did or have not done, but this is the
situation that you’ve found yourself and it hurts. To make matters harder, you
share children with this man and the research out there about such situations
is scary.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Yes, you know that the
research says that children who grow up in homes where the father is absent,
are more likely to struggle with depression, anxiety, or schooling. Studies
even show that when a father is physically present but emotionally &lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;absent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;they &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;can leave
wounds just as deep as one who isn’t there at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;When you look at your children
and then look at what you’re going through with their father, you worry. You may
even be seeing some behaviours from them that make you worry whether your
children are already a statistic. And you are terrified about their future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;But our God is an awesome God and He turns
scientific studies on their head. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;Look at the story of &lt;/span&gt;Leah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;The Bible records that right from the
get-go, Leah was not loved and she knew it. But the Bible tells us that because
God &lt;u&gt;saw&lt;/u&gt; that she was not loved, He opened her womb, He gave her
capabilities that her rival did not have. Also, from among the children of Leah,
the woman that was not loved, God established the lineage of the one that saved
us - the lineage of Jesus, &lt;/span&gt;the
Savior of the world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;He also did this in the story of Haggai. She
was not loved. In fact, she was used, abused and thrown out. But the Lord
established the lineage of her son Ishmael. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;In Leah and Haggai’s story, we see that God
knows and sees women in such situations. In fact, Haggai was the one that first
called God, El Roi - the God that sees me, in the bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;So if you are a woman
who knows what it is to be unloved and emotionally abandoned, and you are
worried about your children’s outcomes, please hear this: &lt;b&gt;the statistics do
not get the final say.&lt;/b&gt; Social workers do not get the final say.
Psychologists and therapists do not get the final say. Your God does.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Your children may even
be grappling with challenges from this situation already, but know that God can
still step in. In fact, He will definitely step in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Yes, the world’s
numbers say your children are at risk. But the Word of God says your children
are blessed. The world’s reports predict brokenness. God’s Word declares
restoration. Where man’s absence leaves a wound, God’s presence brings healing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;You may also be living with the guilt of
having put yourself and your children in this situation by not leaving. But you
also know that the situation you’ve found yourself is so complicated by various
realities that you only have the emotional bandwidth to do what you can where
you are at this time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Your God sees you. Even if your mistakes
led you here, He will not abandon you. That is His promise in Romans 8:38, nothing
can separate you from His love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Take your eyes off the
man who does not love you and focus your thought and mind on the God who does.
He is writing a story for you and your children that no study, no statistic,
and no physically or emotional absent father can destroy. It is well with you
and your children. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;In Jesus Mighty Name.
Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/2125377260365074096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2025/09/for-mother-thats-not-loved-by-father-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/2125377260365074096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/2125377260365074096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2025/09/for-mother-thats-not-loved-by-father-of.html' title='For the Mother That’s Not Loved by the Father of Her Children.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4-HnjuaxxldP3bie9IvNOVeGZ64vbJzKWkKlB_beajzDP3oCtEHF3Tx73rGm8_YFiKgZhmUoe1OWpYKievK-X05uG0h3fbtJyeV0AIoVN_OfmsHkdSDhripRlBXWq9q8LjIoiOb9Xy6DdUhxqde3OqMmAi5rYCxLltB9bM1HKSi3YLf1lPJXdBLGkrg/s72-c/19Sept2025-Facebook%20Post.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-5091095784812410499</id><published>2024-09-09T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2025-09-19T04:37:30.162-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christian encouragement for women"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Encouragement for women in unhappy marriages"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inner child healing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Self-care for women"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stress relief for women"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Using childhood pictures for self-care"/><title type='text'>Are you being stressed? Use Your Childhood Picture to Guide Your Self-care</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMw0_hTuGY1q8RW_xoWxKigymztSLVrfUAPmsiHiWN0dX_vDpAUmX4VLa-MTVbLfDyH7kGbGya57tBc3B4E1AQOTzqFYV03igib6NP-t6-lRwH5UsglmL2REWYztr0iv9Pfk4ElTLt8i3gyvkePP4KSMIevqmWQjZiG4op4osLpVmvvGFK5YQ8UuAV_FU/s1619/Me-1st%20Bday.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1619&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1076&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMw0_hTuGY1q8RW_xoWxKigymztSLVrfUAPmsiHiWN0dX_vDpAUmX4VLa-MTVbLfDyH7kGbGya57tBc3B4E1AQOTzqFYV03igib6NP-t6-lRwH5UsglmL2REWYztr0iv9Pfk4ElTLt8i3gyvkePP4KSMIevqmWQjZiG4op4osLpVmvvGFK5YQ8UuAV_FU/s320/Me-1st%20Bday.jpg&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;I recently stumbled on my one-year birthday picture and it got me thinking of what I was thinking about when I was a toddler. Was I filled with fear or was I sure that I could get anything I wanted by using my voice? As I looked at the picture, my heart soared with the joy of freedom and faith and it led me into exploring how to use our childhood pictures to guide our self-care practices when we are in a challenging life situation such as an unhappy marriage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Women in challenging life situations, such as unhappy marriages, often face unique stressors and emotional burdens. Research shows that women are more likely than men to report being stressed, anxious, and overwhelmed, and that women who are in difficult relationships may be particularly vulnerable to these negative emotional experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;60f1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;For women in difficult relationships, self-care practices can play a particularly important role in promoting emotional well-being and reducing stress. As Dr. Lisa Marie Bobby, a licensed marriage and family therapist, explains, “In order to have healthy relationships, we need to take care of ourselves first. That means doing things that make us happy and help us relax, even if it means putting our own needs before our partner’s sometimes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;b38d&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;So, whether you’re in an unhappy marriage, dealing with the challenges of single parenthood, or facing other difficult life situations, self-care practices can be an essential tool for promoting well-being and reducing stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;da38&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;How can we use a picture of ourselves as a child as a source of inspiration and strength to guide our self-care routine?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;5a6b&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;A childhood picture of yourself can be a powerful tool for self-discovery and self-care. It represents a time of innocence, wonder, and joy, before the stresses and responsibilities of adulthood took over. By looking at a picture of yourself as a child, you can tap into that sense of wonder and inspiration, and find new ways to navigate the challenges of your adult life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;e58f&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;One reason why childhood pictures can be so powerful is that they provide a window into our past selves. We often forget who we were as children and the dreams and desires we had. When we look at a childhood picture, we are reminded of the hopes and dreams we had and the things that brought us joy. This can be a powerful motivator to bring more of those things into our lives as adults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;e184&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Another reason why childhood pictures can be so powerful is that they can help us reconnect with our inner child. As adults, we often become disconnected from our inner child, which is a part of us that is playful, curious, and full of wonder. By reconnecting with our inner child, we can tap into that sense of playfulness and curiosity, and find new ways to approach the challenges of our adult lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;d797&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Childhood pictures can also remind us of the love and support we had as children. Looking at a childhood picture can bring back memories of people who loved and supported us, whether it was a parent, grandparent, or teacher. By reconnecting with those memories, we can tap into a sense of love and support that can help us navigate the challenges of our adult lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;dfb3&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;According to research by the American Psychological Association, reminiscing about positive childhood experiences can be a powerful tool for promoting emotional well-being and reducing stress. The study found that people who engaged in positive reminiscence experienced a reduction in negative emotions and an increase in positive emotions. By tapping into the support and love of our inner child, we can access a sense of comfort, safety, and joy that can be incredibly healing, especially in the midst of difficult life situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;5b6d&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;For women in unhappy marriages, reconnecting with their inner child can be particularly important. As Dr. Sheryl Ziegler, a licensed professional counselor, explains, “By embracing our inner child, we can begin to release old patterns and beliefs that no longer serve us. We can tap into a sense of playfulness and spontaneity that can help us navigate difficult emotions and situations with greater ease.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;8b9c&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;So, whether you’re dealing with the stress of an unhappy marriage, a challenging work situation, or any other difficult life situation, remember that you have the power to tap into the feelings of joy, wonder, and innocence that you had as a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;13d0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;To use a childhood picture as a guide for self-care, first find a childhood picture that resonates with you. Look for a photo that evokes a positive emotion or memory, such as a picture of you playing with friends, enjoying a favorite activity, or spending time with family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;814b&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Next, reflect on what the picture represents to you. Start by simply looking at the picture. Observe what comes up for you. What memories and emotions does it bring up? Do you remember anything about the day the picture was taken? What stands out to you in the picture? Take some time to think about what the picture means to you and how it relates to your self-care. For example, if the picture is of you playing outside, you might connect it to the importance of spending time in nature as an adult. By reflecting on these, you can gain valuable insights into your own needs and priorities for self-care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;95bc&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;The next step is to explore the connections between your childhood picture and your current struggles and challenges. What aspects of your childhood picture resonate with your current life? Are there any themes or patterns that you notice? For example, if your childhood picture shows you playing outside, and you are currently feeling stressed and disconnected from nature, you might realize that spending more time outside is an important part of your self-care routine. If the picture is of you playing with friends, you might connect it to the importance of social connection and make it a priority to spend time with friends as an adult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;9b92&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Another important part of reflecting on your childhood picture is to identify any negative beliefs or patterns that may have emerged since the time the picture was taken. For example, if your childhood picture shows you singing, but you stopped singing because someone told you that you were not good at it, you might realize that reconnecting with singing could be a powerful form of self-care and healing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;6c74&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Reflecting on your childhood picture can help you gain insight into your needs and priorities for self-care. It can also help you identify any negative beliefs or patterns that may be holding you back. By taking some time to reflect on your childhood picture, you can gain valuable insights that can guide your self-care routine and help you navigate life’s challenges better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;3740&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Connecting your childhood picture to your self-care as an adult can be a powerful way to tap into the memories and experiences that shaped you as a person. Here are some steps you can take to make this connection:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;1f73&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong class=&quot;markup--strong markup--p-strong&quot;&gt;1. Use your childhood picture as a visual reminder.&lt;/strong&gt; Print out a copy of your childhood picture and put it somewhere you will see it every day, such as on your desk, in your bedroom, or on your fridge. This will serve as a visual reminder to tap into the feelings of joy, wonder, and innocence that you had as a child, and to prioritize self-care practices that support those feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;a740&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong class=&quot;markup--strong markup--p-strong&quot;&gt;2. Reconnect with activities you enjoyed as a child.&lt;/strong&gt; Think about the activities that brought you joy as a child, such as drawing, dancing, or playing outside, and find ways to incorporate them into your self-care routine. For example, you might start a daily art practice or make time to go for a walk in nature every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;e03a&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong class=&quot;markup--strong markup--p-strong&quot;&gt;3. Reconnect with positive memories and relationships. &lt;/strong&gt;Your childhood picture can remind you of the positive memories and relationships that you had as a child. Take time to reconnect with those memories and relationships, whether it’s by reaching out to a childhood friend or spending time with family members who were supportive and loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;4e03&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong class=&quot;markup--strong markup--p-strong&quot;&gt;4. Practice self-compassion. One&lt;/strong&gt; of the key elements of self-care is self-compassion. Remember that your childhood picture represents a time of innocence and vulnerability, and that it’s okay to be vulnerable and imperfect as an adult. Be gentle and kind with yourself as you navigate life’s challenges, and practice self-compassion as you would with a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;bfa2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong class=&quot;markup--strong markup--p-strong&quot;&gt;5. Practice mindfulness and meditation. &lt;/strong&gt;This can be a powerful way to connect with our inner child and cultivate inner peace and calm. Research has shown that mindfulness practices can reduce stress, improve mood, and even enhance immune function. As the mindfulness teacher, Jon Kabat-Zinn, explains, “Mindfulness means paying attention in a particular way: on purpose, in the present moment, and nonjudgmentally.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;c981&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Overall, using your childhood picture as a guide for self-care practices can be a powerful way to tap into the inner strength and resilience that you had as a child. By prioritizing self-care practices that support the feelings of joy, wonder, and innocence that you had as a child, you can navigate life’s challenges with more ease and grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;1a05&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;So, whether it’s through engaging in creative activities, spending time in nature, or practicing mindfulness, there are many ways to reconnect with your inner child and prioritize your emotional and spiritual well-being. Remember, you are worthy of love, compassion, and self-care, even in the midst of difficult life situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;c296&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;While engaging in self-care practices can be a powerful way to prioritize your emotional and spiritual well-being, it’s also important to remember that you don’t have to go it alone. There are many resources and support systems available to women in challenging life situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;dcae&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;As Brene Brown, popular shame researcher and motivational speaker explains, “We don’t have to do it all alone. We were never meant to.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;c342&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;In addition to resources like therapy where one can learn new coping skills, gain insight into our thinking patterns and improve on our self-awareness and self-compassion. Online groups can also provide inspiration, education, and supportive connections. Brene Brown said, “Connection is why we’re here. We’re hardwired to connect with others, it’s what gives purpose and meaning to our lives.” I totally agree with her! For many of us, challenges drive us to isolate ourselves but to overcome them, we need to connect with others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;bce1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;So, whether it is through therapy, support groups, or online resources, remember that there are many options available to you as you navigate difficult life situations. You are not alone, and you are deserving of support, compassion, and self-care. You are worthy of love, care, and compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;89f6&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Remember that self-care is an ongoing process, and it may take some time to find the practices that work best for you. Use your childhood picture as a guide to tap into the experiences that shaped you and create a self-care routine that is both meaningful and effective for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;528f&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Prioritizing care for ourselves is especially important when life is hard. As Audre Lorde, the American writer and poet who wrote about her journey with cancer in the Cancer Journals said, “Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;d76b&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Self-care is not always easy. When we’re facing difficult life situations, it can be hard to find the time, energy, and motivation to prioritize self-care. But by using your childhood picture as a source of inspiration, you can tap into your inner strength and resilience and overcome these obstacles. By reflecting on your childhood picture and using it to guide your self-care routine, you can find the strength you need to support your physical, emotional, and spiritual well-being, and live a more fulfilling life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;dafd&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;I want to leave you with a quote from author and speaker Elizabeth Gilbert, who said, “You are allowed to take up space. You are allowed to have a voice. You are allowed to leave behind whatever doesn’t serve you. You are allowed to show up in this world exactly as you are.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;c771&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Remember to always be gentle with yourself, listen to your inner voice, and prioritize your own self-care. No matter how hard it looks now, the tides are turning in your favour. Believe it. When you do this, messy can’t stop you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;fd4c&quot;&gt;&lt;strong class=&quot;markup--strong markup--p-strong&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;References&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;b850&quot;&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;markup--anchor markup--p-anchor&quot; data-href=&quot;https://www.buzzsprout.com/1910300/episodes/12734048&quot; href=&quot;https://www.buzzsprout.com/1910300/episodes/12734048&quot; rel=&quot;noopener&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;How to Thrive in Chaos: Harnessing the Power of Being Present for a Balanced Life in Difficult Life Situations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;34fb&quot;&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;markup--anchor markup--p-anchor&quot; data-href=&quot;https://www.buzzsprout.com/1910300/episodes/12642982&quot; href=&quot;https://www.buzzsprout.com/1910300/episodes/12642982&quot; rel=&quot;noopener&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Self Care Series: Mental Health Advocate, Mayra Gonzalez shares how empathy, counselling and self care nurture emotional wellness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;e322&quot;&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;markup--anchor markup--p-anchor&quot; data-href=&quot;https://www.amazon.com/Audible-The-Cancer-Journals/dp/B09MVD39BM/ref=sr_1_1?hvadid=616862896734&amp;amp;hvdev=c&amp;amp;hvlocint=9026568&amp;amp;hvlocphy=9001494&amp;amp;hvnetw=g&amp;amp;hvqmt=e&amp;amp;hvrand=1418161240001493441&amp;amp;hvtargid=kwd-481975205&amp;amp;hydadcr=24656_13611721&amp;amp;keywords=the+cancer+journals&amp;amp;qid=1683196304&amp;amp;sr=8-1&quot; href=&quot;https://www.amazon.com/Audible-The-Cancer-Journals/dp/B09MVD39BM/ref=sr_1_1?hvadid=616862896734&amp;amp;hvdev=c&amp;amp;hvlocint=9026568&amp;amp;hvlocphy=9001494&amp;amp;hvnetw=g&amp;amp;hvqmt=e&amp;amp;hvrand=1418161240001493441&amp;amp;hvtargid=kwd-481975205&amp;amp;hydadcr=24656_13611721&amp;amp;keywords=the+cancer+journals&amp;amp;qid=1683196304&amp;amp;sr=8-1&quot; rel=&quot;noopener&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;The Cancer Journals By Audre Lorde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;e322&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #313131;&quot;&gt;This article is adapted from an episode of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://messycantstopher.buzzsprout.com/1910300/12782673-how-to-use-your-childhood-picture-to-guide-your-self-care&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #971012; text-decoration-line: none;&quot;&gt;Messy Can&#39;t Stop Her podcast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #313131;&quot;&gt;. Listen, follow or subscribe, and share&amp;nbsp;on Apple, Spotify, and other podcast listening platforms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/5091095784812410499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2024/09/are-you-being-stressed-use-your.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/5091095784812410499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/5091095784812410499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2024/09/are-you-being-stressed-use-your.html' title='Are you being stressed? Use Your Childhood Picture to Guide Your Self-care'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMw0_hTuGY1q8RW_xoWxKigymztSLVrfUAPmsiHiWN0dX_vDpAUmX4VLa-MTVbLfDyH7kGbGya57tBc3B4E1AQOTzqFYV03igib6NP-t6-lRwH5UsglmL2REWYztr0iv9Pfk4ElTLt8i3gyvkePP4KSMIevqmWQjZiG4op4osLpVmvvGFK5YQ8UuAV_FU/s72-c/Me-1st%20Bday.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-3990357029036137067</id><published>2024-08-31T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2024-08-31T14:18:27.746-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bold"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gratitude"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Joy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Menopause"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Menstruation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MessyCan&#39;tStopHer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moments"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Periods"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Podcast"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Queen"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Selfcare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Woman"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Womanhood"/><title type='text'>Enjoying the Moments - Aunt Flo&#39;s Monthly Visits and All</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I turned 53 this past Spring, on April 29. Yup! 53 candles on the cake! (chuckles) Although, these days cake is more about portion control than indulgence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There’s a certain liberation that comes with turning 53. Not only does it further establish my membership of the over 50 and fabulous club, I am free to be me. No more second-guessing myself, no more desperately trying to fit into some mold society created. I am comfortable in my own skin. And that’s pretty darn fantastic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;2c9b&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4Ok1UM-GDuvqEb4aKVcqEOqlHf9NgVpAAdPOWbKA8LeAw3BuSLQ1IKDPTbVPNYzUWuFrw30C1aSyWk2fE15OY6g7AmvU9a4Gfkg8ExdASIzIYUVmxOeJNjTWkYrs6qAUPqyzvBXZwC7WCOSbyo84I1ORSYnwEnsqhwKv3UWTyahh_hMsunRmy70ibzg/s860/AuntFlo-MicrosoftDesigner.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;860&quot; data-original-width=&quot;821&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4Ok1UM-GDuvqEb4aKVcqEOqlHf9NgVpAAdPOWbKA8LeAw3BuSLQ1IKDPTbVPNYzUWuFrw30C1aSyWk2fE15OY6g7AmvU9a4Gfkg8ExdASIzIYUVmxOeJNjTWkYrs6qAUPqyzvBXZwC7WCOSbyo84I1ORSYnwEnsqhwKv3UWTyahh_hMsunRmy70ibzg/w191-h200/AuntFlo-MicrosoftDesigner.png&quot; width=&quot;191&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;53 also means that my body is transitioning from the fertility that made me a mother of 5 children to the big M that some people find scary — Menopause. So 53 brings me closer to when Aunt Flo will pack her bags and take a permanent vacation.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;a192&quot;&gt;Now, don’t get me wrong. I am not really going to miss the loss of my monthly visitor, the mood swings, the constant desire to put something in my mouth, and the constant fear of accidentally bleeding through my favorite pair of pants. But there is a sadness and something about it that feels… symbolic too. It feels like the closing of a chapter, the end of an era. And that part makes me a little nostalgic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;7716&quot;&gt;I remember back when I was younger, the period anxieties, those days of white pants terror OR the times that Aunt Flo came calling when I was out and about and totally unprepared. I remember those conversations with friends in my boarding school when we wished that we did not need to experience periods.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;61ee&quot;&gt;This got me thinking about life’s moments. Those milestones that come and go without much fanfare and those moments that we do not want to happen. Those moments that when they’re gone, we realize how much they meant to us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;d2a3&quot;&gt;Like my periods. Sure, they were a pain in my uterus, quite literally, but they were also a reminder that I was alive, that my body was doing its thing, whether I liked it or not. We spend so much time dreading and complaining about our periods, but wouldn’t it be amazing if we could tell our younger selves that it’s all worth it? That she should enjoy it while it lasts. That she should enjoy every cramp, every mood swing, every inconvenience because someday, she’ll look back and wish that she appreciated it more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;0cfb&quot;&gt;Life has a funny way of slipping through our fingers when we’re not paying attention, and it’s only when it’s gone that we realize just how precious those moments were.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;ef20&quot;&gt;So, how can we savour life’s moments even when they come with a side of hormonal shifts? How can we avoid getting caught up in the messy middle that we forget to breathe and appreciate the ride? Here are some strategies to help us soak in the moments before they fizzle away into our past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;05d4&quot;&gt;&lt;strong class=&quot;markup--strong markup--p-strong&quot;&gt;#1 is Gratitude.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, gratitude — taking a moment or two to acknowledge the good around or in us. For example, being able to get regular periods like I did is a blessing. Some women spend lots of money to get their periods to come regularly. So thank God that you get to have those monthly visits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;1266&quot;&gt;&lt;strong class=&quot;markup--strong markup--p-strong&quot;&gt;#2 Be Present.&lt;/strong&gt; Put down your phone Silence those notifications. When you’re with loved ones, be truly with them. My daughter and my sister went to be with the Lord last year and no matter how much I would like to, I will not have the privilege of spending time with them on this side of eternity again. When you’re with your friends and family, Listen actively, savor the conversation, and soak in the experience. Life is happening right now, not on some social media feed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;b9a4&quot;&gt;&lt;strong class=&quot;markup--strong markup--p-strong&quot;&gt;#3 Find joy in everyday life.&lt;/strong&gt; The delicious smell of food, the laughter of your children, the quiet satisfaction of completing a task, the peace in your home. These little moments add up to a beautiful life. Embrace them with joy and gratitude.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;8a08&quot;&gt;&lt;strong class=&quot;markup--strong markup--p-strong&quot;&gt;#4 Take Care of Yourself. &lt;/strong&gt;This one is especially important for us women because of the hormonal changes we navigate at different stages of our lives. Make sure that you’re getting enough sleep, eat nutritious foods, and exercise regularly. A healthy body leads to a happier, more present mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;4edc&quot;&gt;&lt;strong class=&quot;markup--strong markup--p-strong&quot;&gt;#5 Be bold and do not be afraid to try new things.&lt;/strong&gt; You should make this a priority if you are 50 and above like me. Just because you’re a queen with a crown, doesn’t mean the adventure stops! Take a dance class, learn a new language, explore that hidden hiking trail, or join a painting class like me! Step outside your comfort zone and embrace the possibilities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;616f&quot;&gt;So, to every young queen who still receives Aunt Flo’s monthly visits, do it with open arms and a smile on your face. They’re just a part of your journey. And trust me, the destination, with all its wisdom, confidence, and yes, even a little bit of hot flash — is pretty darn amazing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;84d6&quot;&gt;For those who are transitioning into menopause like me, count it all joy that you have the privilege of entering into the next stage of womanhood. And for those who are in the middle of the big M with hot flashes and all, be encouraged because there’s a whole new level of freedom waiting on the other side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;bc85&quot;&gt;So, here’s to embracing the messiness of life, to cherishing every moment, even the ones we’d rather forget. Because in the end, it’s those moments that make life worth living. So, let’s raise a glass to Aunt Flo and all the chaos she brought into our lives. May she rest in peace… or whatever it is that periods do when they retire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;db59&quot;&gt;Remember, you are worthy, you are powerful, and you are enough. Now go out there and embrace the messy magic of life! When you do this, messy won’t stop you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;graf graf--p&quot; name=&quot;db59&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;This article is adapted from an episode of &lt;a href=&quot;https://messycantstopher.buzzsprout.com/1910300/14995690-enjoying-the-moments-aunt-flo-s-monthly-visits-and-all&quot;&gt;Messy Can&#39;t Stop Her podcast&lt;/a&gt;. Listen, follow or subscribe, and share&amp;nbsp;on Apple, Spotify and other podcast listening platforms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/3990357029036137067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2024/08/enjoying-moments-aunt-flos-monthly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/3990357029036137067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/3990357029036137067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2024/08/enjoying-moments-aunt-flos-monthly.html' title='Enjoying the Moments - Aunt Flo&#39;s Monthly Visits and All'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4Ok1UM-GDuvqEb4aKVcqEOqlHf9NgVpAAdPOWbKA8LeAw3BuSLQ1IKDPTbVPNYzUWuFrw30C1aSyWk2fE15OY6g7AmvU9a4Gfkg8ExdASIzIYUVmxOeJNjTWkYrs6qAUPqyzvBXZwC7WCOSbyo84I1ORSYnwEnsqhwKv3UWTyahh_hMsunRmy70ibzg/s72-w191-h200-c/AuntFlo-MicrosoftDesigner.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-1626287151097404076</id><published>2024-08-22T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2025-09-19T04:39:24.307-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Choosing love daily"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Encouragement about love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Keep loving through pain"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love heals and restores"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love in difficult times"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love is a beautiful thing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Power of love"/><title type='text'>Love because… </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Love is a beautiful
thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Love makes the
world go round. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Love heals hurts and
love mends broken hearts. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;But love can be
misunderstood, misrepresented, and misinterpreted. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Being loving can be
seen as being weak, foolish, and not good enough. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Showing love could be
seen as trying to deceive others to believe that you are a good person. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Working in love could
be seen as a trick to hide your incompetence and inadequacies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Love can cost you in
many ways but when it pays, it pays well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;If you ask me, I will
say keep on loving.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Show love when they
are mean to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Stay loving even when you
are sad and weary.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Continue to love when they
have been deceptive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Don’t stop loving even
when they have betrayed your trust.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Keep loving in season
and out of season.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Because you do not do
it for them. Because you actually do it for yourself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Love, because it is
the right thing to do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Love, because our world
needs it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Love, because it is a
beautiful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/1626287151097404076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2024/08/love-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/1626287151097404076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/1626287151097404076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2024/08/love-because.html' title='Love because… '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-2493063167154273633</id><published>2022-08-30T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2025-09-19T04:41:12.880-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Choosing to forgive"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Encouragement for forgiveness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Freedom through forgiveness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Healing from bitterness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Letting go and letting God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Overcoming anger and pain"/><title type='text'>I’ve Forgiven Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;I’ve forgiven him, she says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;But start a conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;And her bitterness will come spewing forth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;I have forgiven him, she says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;But to hear her speak about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Is to hear anger in human form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;She huffs and puffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;And blows her house down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Breaking her essence down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Physically, she breaks down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Mentally, she breaks up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Spiritually, she falls down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;I do not hate him, she says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;But if eyes were daggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;He would become a colander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Am over him, she says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;But if hearts could be opened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Hers would be darkened by blame for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Poisoning her from the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Stripping her of her person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Tearing her spirit apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Yet she holds on tight to unforgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Let go, let go, let go of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Forgive, forgive, forgive him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Choose to heal, choose to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Choose to let go and let God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/2493063167154273633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2022/08/ive-forgiven-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/2493063167154273633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/2493063167154273633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2022/08/ive-forgiven-him.html' title='I’ve Forgiven Him'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-1857571760560210005</id><published>2022-06-25T07:44:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2022-06-25T07:56:57.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23.06.2022: The Weird Day I’ve had </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;Today was a weird day. I forgot so many tasks and
responsibilities.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;I had gotten my podcast ready on Tuesday and did a post on IG
about it but forgot to post it until 3pm while lying on the massage table in the
therapist’s room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;I had a meeting at 6:30pm on Zoom but forgot and went to the
library where we normally meet. After parking my car in the parking arcade two
floors above, I took the elevator down and as I stepped into the library, I
remembered that the meeting was on Zoom. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;I drove back home in a tizzy and got to the meeting late, missing
most of the presentation, arriving breathless and flustered.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;





&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;Well, lucky me, I sat down as they started the free writing
bit and along came these words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Being all mixed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Late and forgetful&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Not knowing what am supposed to do&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Not remembering what am meant to do&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;I don’t understand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;What have I had too much of?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;What do I need much more of?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;What have I dwelt too much on?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;What do I need to dwell more on?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;I hold my head in worry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;I lift my hands in despair&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Confused and worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;What is going on?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Am I losing my marbles?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Where do I go to find them?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Where do I need to go to?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Am still mixed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Sad to say, still forgetful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/1857571760560210005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2022/06/23062022-weird-day-ive-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/1857571760560210005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/1857571760560210005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2022/06/23062022-weird-day-ive-had.html' title='23.06.2022: The Weird Day I’ve had '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-5107601154707990781</id><published>2022-05-13T05:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2022-05-13T05:43:52.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'> I pray for you today, my son</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;I pray for you today, my beloved son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;That celebrations will never cease in your life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;That your milestones will not be delayed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;That the lines will always fall for you in pleasant places&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;And that life will be easy for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 18.0pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;I pray for you today, my darling son&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;That people will go out of their way to help you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;That for you, stumbling blocks will become stepping stones&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;That with joy and not misery, will you draw from the wells
of salvation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;And that life will be easy for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 18.0pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;I pray for you today, my precious son&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;That you will walk upon your high places&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;That you will be present on the day of your recognition&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;That you will be distinguished for excellence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;And that life will be easy for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 18.0pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;I pray for you today, my adored son&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;That you will be a mentor to millions and a teacher to
multitudes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;That you will stand before kings and not before mere men&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;That you will be a solution provider to nations&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;And that life will be easy for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 18.0pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;I pray for you today, my cherished son&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;That your heritage will indeed be a good one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;That you will be a blessing and never a curse&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;That your rising will bring lifting to many&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;And that life will be easy for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-top: 18.0pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #385623; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;&quot;&gt;In Jesus Mighty Name&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/5107601154707990781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2022/05/i-pray-for-you-today-my-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/5107601154707990781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/5107601154707990781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2022/05/i-pray-for-you-today-my-son.html' title=' I pray for you today, my son'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-1797923292514425873</id><published>2022-05-13T05:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2022-05-13T05:06:14.237-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Acceptance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Community"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inclusion"/><title type='text'>All are Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Leaving, staying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy, hurting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Online, offline&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still belong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Different, same&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Familiar, peculiar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New, old&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am accepted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking, silent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quiet, loud&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vocal, reserved&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am heard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conservative, liberal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ordinary, radical&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Outdated, modern&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can be myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Old, young&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rich, poor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Educated, illiterate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All are welcome&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/1797923292514425873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2022/05/all-are-welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/1797923292514425873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/1797923292514425873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2022/05/all-are-welcome.html' title='All are Welcome'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-6649031317630990467</id><published>2022-03-22T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2022-03-22T10:43:59.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queens never let the darkness win </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I woke up this morning and the dark clouds started to gather&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They loomed threateningly over my mind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried to shake them off but they hung on tenaciously&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With gnarled fingers and crooked nails&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They began to sink their claws into my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desperate to shake it off, I searched frantically for a release&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I started a task in Word then moved on to another in Audacity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stepped off that and jumped on Facebook&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sending messages, liking and loving but yet no change&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lots of activity but my mind was still in turmoil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The claws held on but I was not going to let it rest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desperately I searched my heart and my world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I stumbled on a video reminder of my queenship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monarchs sometimes have to fight for their kingdoms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not because of what they did or said&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But because this life is full of ups and downs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those who keep their kingdoms don’t stay in the down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When they experience downs, they face it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They face the downs sometimes with courage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And sometimes scared to their pants&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes with fingers firm and at other times shaking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But always never letting their sceptre go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We Queens never let the darkness win&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We hold on to the glimmer from our hopes and beliefs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we clamber out of the valley of darkness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We make the climb focusing on that glimmer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We make the climb, bruised and bloody, but never giving up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We make the climb no matter how hard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because that’s what Queens do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reminded of who I was, I felt the darkness dispersing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A word from others today and a memory from yesterday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this queen stood up, threw her shoulders back&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And took back her throne with her head held high&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This time I am not just keeping my kingdom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch out for my expansion!&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/6649031317630990467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2022/03/queens-never-let-darkness-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/6649031317630990467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/6649031317630990467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2022/03/queens-never-let-darkness-win.html' title='Queens never let the darkness win '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-7193582870255989457</id><published>2018-05-12T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2018-05-12T16:41:35.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Mothers Can’t Celebrate #MothersDayWeekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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Yesterday I watched a mother and her son admire my friend’s works at her Art Show, and my heart hurt as I thought about how a God-given privilege has been cruelly snatched away from many by government-approved institutions like Child Welfare Agencies in Ontario, Canada, and the “developed world”. For many mothers, an evening with their child is not possible. They can no longer have those moments with their children because the system has deemed their families unsafe for their children. These mothers are not drug-using, addicted, jailed, sick or dead mothers but mothers who are doing their best to meet the needs of their children.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mothers are being celebrated everywhere on print, radio, TV, billboards and the internet this Mothers Day Weekend. Among the celebrants and the celebrated are those who have been instrumental in taking away the joy of motherhood from others. Here in Ontario, foster-mothers, counselors and social workers take steps that cause children’s lives to be derailed and in some cases exterminated, and then they go home to celebrate on weekends like this. They do this backed by laws while birth-mothers mourn their losses. The phrase “in the best interests of the child” is touted at different levels and decisions taken remain in the worst interest of the child. Where a mother refuses to let go, parental-alienation tactics are used to ensure that the child rejects their mothers.&lt;br /&gt;
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The law protects foster-mothers but birth-mothers are left floundering. A foster-mother gets a one-step complaint process with Ontario’s Ministry of Youth and Children’s Services but birth-mothers have to jump through hoops, before they get someone to listen to them, knowing that listening doesn’t mean action. The system funds group homes where children become drug users within a month, make truancy a habit, basically ruin their own lives and no-one cares. Birth-mothers watch with broken hearts and lives while the government-backed institutions destroy their children’s lives. They pray that their child will not be the body of the 16-year old found dead in an alley or the 18-year old whose body was found six months after being declared missing behind the group home where he lived. These birth-mothers hope and pray that their child will not be the next one to kill themselves or be killed while in care. They hope and pray they do not receive that news. They hope and pray that in spite of this system that punishes responsible birth-parents, that one day their children will truly be allowed to “live” again.&lt;br /&gt;
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As Canada celebrates Mothers Day weekend, these mothers cry for justice, they cry out for change in this system. As you celebrate Mothers Day, lend your voice and your pen to the cries of these mothers who do not want to be celebrated for a weekend, but who want their children to receive the love they need to be balanced and successful, so that they will live lives worthy of being celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/7193582870255989457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2018/05/some-mothers-cant-celebrate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/7193582870255989457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/7193582870255989457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2018/05/some-mothers-cant-celebrate.html' title='Some Mothers Can’t Celebrate #MothersDayWeekend'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDofON1CtEx39QWfRCTvbX4c_6bItQWADgBYnaIdG5oKK7a1I-CjFcLa7QhoXWzlE6cT7tSRcimgaoYLQHXVfgBHeBXy1XxG1FQc60c3TZ_ai32DgYJdRqPyIHd_LPcijSa4HokvZarRo/s72-c/silhouette-light-people-girl-woman-mystical-745052-pxhere.com.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-8935398514989074859</id><published>2018-03-16T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-03-16T00:00:26.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side of The Coin</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;I
heard it many times, indeed I’ve heard it before&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;There
are always 2 sides to a coin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Spoken,
advised and counselled&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;I
thought my side was the only side&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Though
I said otherwise, my actions spoke louder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Offenses,
offended and offending&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Constant
turmoil was my lot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;With
friends, family and foes alike&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;No
peace, no joy and no way forward&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Stagnated,
immovable with heart rended&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Then
along came Zhenyi, Bev, Randeep and Wendy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;And
they opened my eyes to new ways of seeing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Seeing,
being and living life through new lenses&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;These
coins had other sides&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Dare
to see the other side, I learnt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;I
did, and freedom was mine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Enlightened,
I realized…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Am
not a know-all, see-all and be-all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;My
past is not the only past and my present, not the only one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;If
I paused to listen and consider, I will find&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;There’s
something beyond my sight and experience&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Places
I haven’t been and situations I hadn’t encountered &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;If
I took the time to be patient, I will discover&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Those
lives I haven’t lived and moments still unmet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;It
took me a while, in a long and hard way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;But
I can tell you from this walk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;There
are indeed, 2 sides to every coin, even my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot; style=&quot;mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;C. Joybell C., a leading female thinker
and award-winning writer, said “&lt;i&gt;The only thing that makes our gender weaker, is
the fact that we are the gender less likely to stand up for the other. We are
the gender more likely to try and make another look bad, and when one of us is
already bad, instead of being kind, we pound them into the ditches. And that&#39;s
what makes us weak, nothing else. If we can change this, we can change the
whole structure of our being female, I truly believe this. Personally, I grew
up admiring other women and wanting to be friends with them, but unfortunately,
I learned the hard way that they were the ones who would hurt me. Women hurt other
women all too often, and that&#39;s a fact.&lt;/i&gt;” Do these words sound familiar to you? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; margin: 10pt 0cm; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot; style=&quot;mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Today is International Women’s Day. A day
set aside to celebrate and encourage women. On this day different organizations
will join the “me too” bandwagon, in their bid to be politically correct. Today
multinationals, non-profits, governments, political juggernauts and doyens of industry
will roll out a gamut of advertisements, speeches, events and social media to
endorse women’s empowerment and commemorate March 8. But after all these
activities what comes next? Do women really become stronger and more confident,
especially in controlling their life and claiming their rights, because of
these activities? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot; style=&quot;mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;From the experiences shared by women like
C. Joy C and many others, the empowerment of women is more than the activism on
podiums and parks promoted in the media. True empowerment of women comes from
the bonds of genuine sisterhood. When women rise to support other women,
beginning from within their communities, all women are strengthened – both the
supporter, the supported and the community at large. Without a sisterhood that
builds the broken, supports the weak and unites the divided, women empowerment
may very well be all bluff and bluster. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; margin: 10pt 0cm; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot; style=&quot;mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;This is not the social media support to a
woman far away whom you may never meet or the advocacy against a perceived or
anticipated wrong. Activism is good but let us start by healing and helping
fellow women near us. Begin with women at work, your neighbour, your clients,
the little girl in your class. Do it not because it makes you look good but
because there is strength in unity. How can you claim to support those you don’t
know when those who know you are languishing? The sisterhood is around first,
before abroad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;In our bid for this empowerment, we hear
it said directly or implied that men hold us down but for many the worst pain has
come more often from fellow women than men. From female supervisors who are
insensitive to the working conditions of pregnant staff, to female helping
professionals &lt;/span&gt;stigmatizing&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;their female clients. What about that fear that
makes struggling women keep their challenges to the point of death rather than
expose themselves to the ridicule and stigma from sisters who use their tongues
as weapons of mass destruction? Nobody really wants to be branded with their
challenge. From Church to the secular world, from mosque to school, we see
women who amplify the limitations of their kind instead of supporting them
through it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOKGV0uprsN9CqFEzoWZIfOMgIEQK7jUQShFJ0ms_uTB9-sqhKeyBekhDEOY0timGZ9Rp3_sp55oy7UKT-x18lS1dK7vgtjT60UHf_lf7WEADLnj7IJ21jn2SZQsDqJIF3SxtUO5qxA7s/s1600/Sisterhood+WonderWoman.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1600&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1143&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOKGV0uprsN9CqFEzoWZIfOMgIEQK7jUQShFJ0ms_uTB9-sqhKeyBekhDEOY0timGZ9Rp3_sp55oy7UKT-x18lS1dK7vgtjT60UHf_lf7WEADLnj7IJ21jn2SZQsDqJIF3SxtUO5qxA7s/s320/Sisterhood+WonderWoman.jpg&quot; width=&quot;228&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; margin: 10pt 0cm; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot; style=&quot;mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;For women to be truly empowered, the
sisterhood needs to be all-encompassing, welcoming and accommodating. Some may
disagree and say that there is a sisterhood of women that is all these and more,
because they have a sisterhood of friends or faith partners. However, the
sisterhood that will remove the barriers to the empowerment of women cannot
afford to be that narrow. Genuine sisterhood will have to be one that embraces
and supports everyone that needs it regardless of age, colour, status or creed.
As Barbara W. Winder, the 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; general president of the Relief
Society of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints says, “We can have
unity in diversity and diversity in unity. We don&#39;t have to be like one another
to enjoy sisterhood.”&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; margin: 10pt 0cm; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot; style=&quot;mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: EB Garamond; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;On this International Women’s Day, let us
remember that men are in many cases not the enemy. For many women in our world
today, the enemy is another woman, whether a colleague at work, a church or
mosque member, a mother-in-law or even a “friend”. As we give those speeches
and write those posts, today, let us remember that the sisterhood needs to be
strong to truly empower the sisters. We women need to start reaching out of our
comfort circles to the different whether in opinion, position, status, or any
other, because as Robin Benway puts it, “there’s one thing stronger than magic:
sisterhood”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt; would say that I understood the sorrow of Hannah especially at the moment when she laid before the Lord at Shiloh and wept in anguish, praying for a child. I do not. Even though I’ve wept before the Lord severally for my children. What I do know is that she went her way and ate, and her face was no longer sad after Eli the priest blessed her [ISamuel 1: 10-18].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;I wonder about that moment when she received the peace that took away her distress, and I understand this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;There is a moment when we receive peace right in the center of the storms of life. There is that moment where we have no clue about the way out, but we just find our spirits relaxing in the assurance that “God’s got this!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;That is the moment of freedom. It is that moment I seek, when the waves of despair buffet me and I don’t know what to do. This is the moment that keeps me in Him, praying to Him, relying on Him as He uses the problems I face to bring people into my life to help me, or even to be helped by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;These moments of peace when the chaos around seems unending are the reason we stay in Faith. It is because we know deep down that no matter how terrible the troubles we face or the crisis we find ourselves, He will take care of us and bring us through it in victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;You see, God&#39;s got this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/1343117437528906133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2018/02/moments-of-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/1343117437528906133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/1343117437528906133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2018/02/moments-of-peace.html' title='Moments of Peace '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqlIecE13irgYA8Ito-owurdO3fVScKNM10EbKTu8CF1H0-Xc_5GUuhle9anr9_MUTu0xXBkdMRUiYuiavKgV25vnFPGzgD30cFhyphenhyphenirM-OwP5iG7OebYwNqrpOkK4isfidqa2wn7q1KUc/s72-c/hannah-praying.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-3579033873471217794</id><published>2018-02-16T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2018-02-16T03:00:46.116-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Believer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hope"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mind"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Support"/><title type='text'>CONVERSATIONS WITH GOD: When Your Kinsman Does not Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Have you ever felt bad that a family member didn&#39;t help you when you thought they could?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;See what the Lord told me about that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;He referred me to the book of Ruth and reminded me that there was a kinsman closer than Boaz to help Naomi but that kinsman refused to help her. Because that person said &quot;No&quot;, Boaz became Noami&#39;s kinsman-redeemer. Boaz not only redeemed Naomi&#39;s husband&#39;s land, he also married her daughter-in-law and gave her a grand child to carry on the lineage of her husband and son.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;When she came back from the land of Moab, she told them to call her &quot;Mara&quot;, because her life was bitter. She was helpless and unhelped by her closest relative, but God sent another, not the expected person, but somebody who would do more, to give her more support than she could have imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Do you feel like your closest relatives have abandoned you? Know that there is a kinsman-redeemer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;someone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;not even as close as your expected but close enough to be used by the Master to meet your need.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Take your focus off your expected ones and trust God because, he is sending you someone and something better than you expected. #TrustHim [The Book of Ruth, Ephesians 3:20].&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Rest assured that your Kinsman-Redeemer is coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;How long, o God, will I wait for your intervention? I have obeyed your word to the best of my&amp;nbsp;ability. I have been kind and good, forgiving those who wrong(ed) me and helping those in need. I have not avenged the wickedness and cruelty I&#39;ve received from others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Lord, I have been praying for so long, and many have been praying for me, yet the issues remain. Why are you not doing anything? Why can&#39;t I see a change? I am tired of waiting, Lord, I am tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;God:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My dear child, I am here with you. I will not let any harm come to you. Though it seems I&amp;nbsp;am not doing anything, I am still in control. I do not want you to depend on the best of your ability because it is not enough in a world where you are hated by the enemy for being made in my image. You need to depend on my ability to help you. This trial is for your promotion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Do you see the pencil? It begins as a piece of wood and goes through trimming, drilling and paring. That piece of wood goes through pain to be sharpened for use. You have a divine purpose and this trial is trimming off relationships and habits that are hindering you from progressing into your purpose. Your experiences are drilling through your emotional weaknesses to replace them with the strength you need to overcome the challenges to your purpose. You are being sharpened to hone you for the fulfilment of your purpose. You are in the Master Woodworker&#39;s hands and he&#39;s paring off every piece that is not useful for your destiny. At the end, you will be sharp and pointed to focus on your purpose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Trust me, my darling child, I have your best in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/2033906945649746822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2018/02/conversations-with-god-pencil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/2033906945649746822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/2033906945649746822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2018/02/conversations-with-god-pencil.html' title='CONVERSATIONS WITH GOD: The Pencil'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/ckVsM0xl3-w/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-7607332147130650363</id><published>2018-01-24T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2018-01-24T22:01:58.904-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="POETRY"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Psalm"/><title type='text'>It Will End in Praise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;How
much pain can a man take? I asked&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;How
much heartache can a woman endure? I wondered&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Will
this ever end? I thought?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;What
have I done to deserve this? I cried&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;A
life full of challenges and limitations&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Unanswered
questions besieged me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;I
cried till my tears dried&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Eyes
hurting, chest heaving and mouth dry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;And
suddenly…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Just
like a dream…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Broken
pieces came together&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Crooked
lines aligned&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Hope
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;I
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Can
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Is
this for real? I pondered&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;All
this for me? I mused&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;My
heart leapt, my eyes lit up and my mouth smiled&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;I
heard it before, though hard to believe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;I’ve
read it somewhere, but never thought I’ll see it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;But
right before my eyes, it’s unfolding&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;This
pain will end in praise&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;My
endurance was worth it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;I
will triumph over the trauma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;A
victim no longer, because victory is now mine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Halleluyah!!!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/7607332147130650363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2018/01/it-will-end-in-praise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/7607332147130650363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/7607332147130650363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2018/01/it-will-end-in-praise.html' title='It Will End in Praise'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-5537404516690469270</id><published>2017-11-27T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2018-02-09T06:06:30.508-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspiration"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivation"/><title type='text'>BE FOOLISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzLUcHnH60l4DYnddicooSoOPPwxR5CdItM6xyPTM_CCcT338mRKvMY9q0A5YVyamSy0hGnP37LKy8ZHvyL5FilvL92kZBTpyPdYgNVll2tfkbJUrIz1d444ngjY3S3esbOvjkHrfW1dM/s1600/Inhale+Courage.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1080&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1080&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzLUcHnH60l4DYnddicooSoOPPwxR5CdItM6xyPTM_CCcT338mRKvMY9q0A5YVyamSy0hGnP37LKy8ZHvyL5FilvL92kZBTpyPdYgNVll2tfkbJUrIz1d444ngjY3S3esbOvjkHrfW1dM/s200/Inhale+Courage.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Yesterday,
on my Community Centre event poster drop offs, I had an interesting experience.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;At
5:15pm when I got to the parking lot, there were only two cars on the 60-car lot.
It occurred to me that the centre was closed so I wanted to drive off. However,
I decided to get down from the car and walk to the door. For courage, I told
myself out loud “I’ll just be a fool and walk up to the door”. As I walked, I imagined
people in the surrounding houses, peeping out of their windows and having a
laugh at my expense. I ignored all those thoughts and got to the door. From outside,
I could see a person at their reception and then the automatic doors parted
open. SURPRISE!!! It was open! I walked in with a huge grin on my face. On the face
of the man at the reception, you could see him wondering about my smile. I told
him why I had the grin on. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;As
I walked out of that place, I wondered how many times we encounter situations
like this where we conclude by the scene before us rather than the facts that
we have verified. How many times do we judge the outcome negatively without
having tried?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;How
many times have you thought to yourself “My boss won’t agree, see the scowl on
her face” or “No-one cares about my idea”. As for me, I’ve had several of those
kinds of situations and many times, I didn’t bother to try.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;It’s
a world of amazement out there when we stop listening to the cants, wonts and donts
in our minds. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Today, I want to encourage you to try and be foolish. Risk mockery,
disappointment and disdain. Pleasant surprises await you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;“…sounds
you love but can no longer enjoy.” These are the words that end a radio ad by
Canadian Hearing Society.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;As I heard those words, I thought about how my heart
fills with joy when I hear my children laughing with one another and wondered
what it would mean to lose my hearing and not be able to hear those sounds.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;https://esserealis.wordpress.com/2015/05/01/being-real-silence/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;Someone I
know will always shush the children, saying they were making noise.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;Those words
made me dwell on how we take our hearing for granted. We assume that we will
always be able to hear, so please World, be quiet for now until I am ready to
bear your noise. What if you are no longer able to hear when you are willing or
ready to hear the world? Think about it...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;The sound
of running water, crashing waves, howling winds, happy laughter of children,
arguments during a game, music, the cheer of fans at your favourite sporting
event or even the bitter arguments of disagreement. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;Imagine life
without sound…silence…lips moving, hands gesticulating, expressive faces…yet
silence…only silence…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;Be happy to hear. Enjoy the &quot;noise&quot;. Appreciate the sounds, they may not last forever. Delight in hearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;Enjoy what you hear today because you don&#39;t know the silence that tomorrow can bring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;My mother died when I was
6 years old and my father died when I was 41.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;In all those years, my
father never said a bad word about my mother or her family. He honoured her
memory and was a consistent participant in all of her family’s events. Any
opinions I formed about her family were based on my personal interactions and
experiences with them. To me, this speaks to how much my father loved my
mother. His love for her transcended her death.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;During a time of
mega-stress in my marriage relationship, one of my uncles pleaded with me not to say any
bad thing about my husband to or in front of my children. I wish I could say I followed
that advice.&amp;nbsp; However, I was forced to after my son told a friend how much
it hurt him when I talked badly about his father and just in case that wasn’t
enough, in a separate incident, my daughter also told me to stop talking badly
about their father.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;I learnt my lesson the
hard way and since then, I’ve been thinking about my father’s relationship with
my mother. One would say they must have had a perfect relationship but I
remember clearly one episode, when I walked in on their quarrel, as a 5 or
6-year old. I believe my parents had a love-filled relationship but had times
of relationship stress too. That part of their relationship was not shared with us even after my mother&#39;s passing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Sometimes we hear people
say they’re in their relationship for their children or that they can do
anything for their children. But many times those same people leave scars on
the hearts and psyche of the children that they love through their handling of issues with their partners.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;If we truly love our children, whether we’re still with their second parent or not, our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;must be deep enough to not harbor bitterness
for that individual even when they hurt us. We do not do it for them but for our children and ultimately, ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;One of John Wooden’s most popular quotes says&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;“The
best thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.” This also
applies to mothers too, the best thing a mother can do for her children is to
love their father.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;This is not the passionate erotic love with a sexual
angle commonly found between spouses but a deliberate sacrificial love
that enables one look beyond the actions, inactions, words and misdeeds of one&#39;s partner. This is not love based on merit, but love given as an act of will that
overlooks foolishness and excuses weakness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;This
does not mean that you become an enabler of bad behavior but that we leave the
door open for our children to relate with their second main blood relative. It also means that we do not burden our children with our disappointment with the individual or relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 10.0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;True
love never dies but true love can be rejected. If your love was rejected, don’t
let that make you so bitter you begin to speak ill of your spouse to your
children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;It is hard for pain not to overflow but it is harder
for us to watch our children suffer because of mistakes we made by not checking the outpouring of our pain.&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&quot;Crying in the Rain&quot; Photo by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://unsplash.com/photos/dtp7z92Pt94?utm_source=unsplash&amp;amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;amp;utm_content=creditCopyText&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #f2f2f2; box-sizing: border-box; color: #999999; text-align: start; text-decoration-skip: ink; transition: color 0.2s ease-in-out, opacity 0.2s ease-in-out; white-space: nowrap;&quot;&gt;Alaric Hartsock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #111111; white-space: nowrap;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=unsplash&amp;amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;amp;utm_content=creditCopyText&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #f2f2f2; box-sizing: border-box; color: #999999; text-align: start; text-decoration-skip: ink; transition: color 0.2s ease-in-out, opacity 0.2s ease-in-out; white-space: nowrap;&quot;&gt;Unsplash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;It
is hard to smile when all you really want to do is cry. It is hard, but as a
friend says, it is better to cry in the rain because then, no one can tell the
difference. To shield our children from the problems in our relationships with
their second parent, we must learn to dignify the messes our partners have
made. When the hurt is so bad, we must learn to cry in the rain so that we can protect
the innocence of our children and allow them to discover, if necessary, the
truth we have shielded them from.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;It
is not an easy thing to do but we can definitely try for the love of our
children, to love enough to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;hate!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/7577770147787024203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2017/09/love-enough-to-not-hate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/7577770147787024203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/7577770147787024203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2017/09/love-enough-to-not-hate.html' title='Love Enough to Not Hate'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9zZw9a9wIpBQ-NWlw-vHNLspYSp6t7gVbtBSHoudj7uSXmFv97IR7e4k9wf6SDXRbxqjbHsEY7lAVZrnS_jIes4a_DN4vUkgFHDhXsqo8oYhm8iSn5HIKXSWZPu5Nn4uXQhVj4lB8Bc/s72-c/alaric-hartsock-222503.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-8220592692481700947</id><published>2017-09-01T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2017-09-05T01:14:16.920-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspiration"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Support"/><title type='text'>OASES OF HOPE </title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;In the last five years, I have experienced the unbelievable,
endured unimaginable disappointments and suffered mind-boggling betrayals. My
life almost seemed like a desert of unending turmoil. Sometimes, flashes of
suicidal thoughts passed through my mind but my Faith kept me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Many times, I felt like not going on. I wanted to just give up,
coil up on my bed and sleep without waking up until the situation passed. The
road was rough and the journey seemed endless but somewhere along my way, I run
into a smooth patch that gives me a breather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;These past years have brought many people and positions my way. In
some parts of my journey, I have met those that have held my hands over rocky
terrain, I have met those that carried me when it appeared I couldn’t go on and
I have met those who cheered me on. With these, I sometimes wondered why they
cared so much for so long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;I have also met those that invested so quickly, so
deeply and then divested themselves of me almost magically. With these ones, I
have wondered what I did to deserve their abandonment and rejection. Then I’ve
met those who wanted to remind me, just in case I forgot, that I was not good
enough, that I had not done enough or that I was doing too much of a “good”
thing. With these ones, I sometimes got very sad but then I remember that they
didn’t bring me here. I also remind myself that they had no part in my past so
they cannot determine my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;The turmoil I have undergone these past five years has made me
sensitive and very grateful for those moments of respite when I encounter people
and events that refresh my soul. These are the oases of hope in my life. These are
the instants that encourage me to keep my eyes on the bright future ahead no
matter how dim it may seem now. These are the moments that come my way when my
neck is bent in pain and they lift my head up and cause a smile to flit across
my face, even if fleeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;I thought that good people don’t go through such pain, so I lived
my life trying to be good. Now I know that good is a relative term that can be
argued. People can assume the worst about you and believe rumours without
bothering to know the truth. I am good, so I say, but many have told me how bad
I am and how deserving I am of the difficulties I have faced. Some have said
this to my face and some to others behind my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;But you know what? These are the ones that make the desert seem
longer and I do not mind them because they make me appreciate my oases of hope even
more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;These oases show up when I least expect it and they tide me over
the tough terrains. They are the ones who have kept me sane these past five
years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;My oases of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;braced me when I was broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;refreshed me when I was parched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;filled me when I was empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;carried me when I couldn’t go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;comforted me when sorrow took me over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;reminded me that trials and
tribulation won’t last forever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;encouraged me to believe in a better tomorrow
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;My oases of hope keep me in
Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/8220592692481700947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2017/09/oases-of-hope-in-my-desert-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/8220592692481700947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/8220592692481700947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2017/09/oases-of-hope-in-my-desert-of.html' title='OASES OF HOPE '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_TpYmZUr6Z_2YDZv5Nma1REvUSV0O_SEv772Cyf2AUcrrKKfHfyWvC0RasQDAuurMyeMTgAJO2KTnMZyTIsGaPoFQE5Yk9X84ePKWdRzMVr-fDohaMf8_J0Ul0yvbB7lZwrjjeyjx6c/s72-c/oasis-in-the-desert-51413-400x250.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-4660187987648297769</id><published>2017-08-18T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2017-11-27T06:09:38.171-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Community"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Deception"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="POETRY"/><title type='text'>Why Are You Here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;Here we are,
gathered with open faces&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;looking like
we care, speaking like we care&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;but look
beyond the façade and we see the motives&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;Some with
passionate commitment are there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;because they
care about the issue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;Some because
they want to progress&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;personal
agendas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
have come to pretend that they do&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;They come
with their own invites&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;They come
to meet him and her &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;because
when they do, they look like they care&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;It is so
easy to be deceived&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;Our society
isn’t looking at the heart but the acts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;so the
fakes and phonies continue to play their part&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;A skill so
polished, it’s hard to doubt them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;Why are you
here?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;Are you
here because you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
or are you
here to act the part?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;“I have
been trying to be accepted, but God wants me to be myself.” I spoke them aloud out
of a deep reverie this morning. These words were the conclusion of my thoughts
on the use of my skills and talents, and my community relationships. I’ve
learnt the hard way that that being yourself is better than being who people
want to be. Those that won’t like you for being yourself will never like you
for being what they want you to be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;As I mulled
over these words, a close confidant that heard me spoke up and these were his
words. “If people don’t like God who created them, why do you expect to be liked
by everyone? God did many great miracles in the Bible and He still does great
ones today yet there are many who are anti-God and hate Him. He saved His
people from their enemies, parted the sea to make a way for them and even
sacrificed His only son to save everyone, yet not everyone likes Him. If all
people don’t like God, despite His goodness and power, then don’t expect
everyone to like you. He is a scientific God that operates on principles. You
cannot say because you love Him you will climb to the top of the CN Tower and
jump down. He will not stop your death. There are people who hate Him and even
get paid to malign His person and reputation but He doesn’t go after them for it.
He still loves them but they reject His love and show Him how much they hate
Him as often as they find the opportunity. He is impartial and consistent without
double standards and in spite of it, not everyone likes Him.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot;&gt;If you’ve
been trying to fit into a certain mold, either of your own making to please
people or of people’s making and it goes against your grain, diminishes your
confidence in yourself and abilities or makes you feel less than yourself, it
is time for you to stop. Stop trying to fit into a mold that is not you. As
long as you think right, speak right and do right, please be yourself. Live
your life on your own terms not on people’s terms. Do your best with what you
have. Reach within yourself and find that voice that is authentically yours and
then, use it. Use it to regain yourself for yourself not for anyone else.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-CA&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Everybody cannot like you but you must like…,
no, you must love yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/feeds/1972803523720136547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2017/08/i-want-everybody-to-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/1972803523720136547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697878999630417043/posts/default/1972803523720136547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judithmusing.blogspot.com/2017/08/i-want-everybody-to-like-me.html' title='I Want Everybody to Like Me'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikoQCJJcgKuC7GyolKxpozqSYiLAU2FPY2PwZHHRjIgmOGrrtliFpqtbhFotP0_WNJzTXpDdJL8IPj-hy3AYmTzUX92MB6m0a5lK1cvE3jukQRpPKARzHlQdS8rkfFMRtSLSjmo7M5stI/s72-c/11082017.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697878999630417043.post-131814623702998101</id><published>2017-05-25T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-09-28T07:00:55.508-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Community"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="POETRY"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships"/><title type='text'>We Are Better Together</title><content type='html'>I need me as much as I need you &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I need me as much as I need us &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You need you as much as you need me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You need you as much as you need us&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am me, you are you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Together we are better than you or I&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Together we make you and I better&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Something in me is yearning for you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am incomplete without you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I need you to be wholly me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I need me to be me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
You need you to be you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We need us to truly be&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Inspired by Margaret Wheatley’s “The Promise and Paradox of
Community” &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%; margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.margaretwheatley.com/articles/paradox.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0563c1;&quot;&gt;http://www.margaretwheatley.com/articles/paradox.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;, a reading recommended by Royal Roads University’s Organizational Culture Facilitators,
Bev McPhee and Randeep Tut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: left; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhte-UCkIli5untFHibuekDvn32xzA119dWUrsVtLo2IjY1OtIqzYHXAYx8RZEJhX7rEX-4KnyUK6MwUn4zY-ysQQc5sGxKcKoEr0F5TU_DHm0dmacZCEAouDBUSpvGQRpb5uX74EF9bT4/s1600/POVERTY-MINDSET.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;145&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhte-UCkIli5untFHibuekDvn32xzA119dWUrsVtLo2IjY1OtIqzYHXAYx8RZEJhX7rEX-4KnyUK6MwUn4zY-ysQQc5sGxKcKoEr0F5TU_DHm0dmacZCEAouDBUSpvGQRpb5uX74EF9bT4/s200/POVERTY-MINDSET.png&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;POVERTY-MINDSET&lt;br /&gt;http://www.alyciaskousen.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Poverty is not the absence of money but the presence of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;obsession to grab as much&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;can for himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;It respects financial wealth instead of
character.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;It places the incredible above the credible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;It values fame more
than faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Poverty is what compels a person to tell lies or half-truths
about themselves, their abilities and achievements to intimidate&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;their neighbour and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;look better
than them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;It drives one to compete rather than complement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Poverty pressurises one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;to keep up with the Joneses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;It always strives to copy instead of being authentic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;It limits oneself&amp;nbsp;or a fellow human by place of
birth or status in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;It blocks the thinking that opens up possibilities.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-0KDEvLe8kgvH4KdeQlEBczyKEBwGVhrFKeqqTklQR-KXgDNphWBJXsy1tSgfm3Sf4aO4BKwzcuZBfqrBEj9XlqA5g_9rCna6hz3RUlJBzsfUw4ncmYevUUu0KKC_h8J36cK9oXwfG3I/s1600/your-focus-matters.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-0KDEvLe8kgvH4KdeQlEBczyKEBwGVhrFKeqqTklQR-KXgDNphWBJXsy1tSgfm3Sf4aO4BKwzcuZBfqrBEj9XlqA5g_9rCna6hz3RUlJBzsfUw4ncmYevUUu0KKC_h8J36cK9oXwfG3I/s200/your-focus-matters.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;https://donnapartow.com/poverty-mindset/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Poverty is that
which keeps a person, an organisation or community set in their ways and
unwilling to do things differently to make a change.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;It affects one’s thoughts,
words and actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;We see it at work everywhere in our world, both in Third world countries and even quite glaring in the developed countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;It can be found in action amongst the economically prosperous, intellectually endowed and creatively talented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Poverty is a mindset, subtle in its grip and pervasive in its reach.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Poverty is…everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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