I don't know if it is just me, but I've been seeing a lot of "Living my best life" captions on social media posted underneath beautiful photos such as the beach, kayaking, dinner at an expensive restaurant, and many other luxurious pictures. Tell me I'm not the only one, and that you've seen it too... Continue Reading →
Things were dark and gray for so long that I resultantly accepted that this was my new way of living. Boy was I so blind.
Forgive me for the many pinches and pokes I gave you as I stood in the mirror. And you sure didn’t deserve all the other times I purposely hurried past the mirror to avoid looking at how beautiful you truly are.
As a matter of fact, the word "diet" should just be thrown out of the dictionary and labeled as a forbidden word. Yes, it's that serious.
Now don’t get me wrong, growing up I did participate in the egg hunts and I believe I may have (unwillingly) been a part of the whole “It’s time to buy Easter Sunday dresses.” propaganda. But still, I never understood what this whole day was about. I just knew I was supposed to be in somebody’s church because not doing so would make me look like a huge sinner.
Although, I lied about what I do for a living, I couldn’t help but wonder why I didn’t just tell her the truth. I mean, I am getting better with accepting what I truly do for a living. Or, so I thought.
God knew exactly who and what He was getting before ever creating you. He knew what you would do before you did it. Every mistake, bad decision, everything you eventually regretted—he knew about it already. And guess what?
What if the time you think is God's time, is really not the right time at all? What if you are creating that time for yourself?