I honestly don't give this woman enough credit for what she did, what she does and what she puts up with... When growing up she made sure that everyone around her was always taken care of... Plate of food at the table, a bed to sleep in, clean clothes on your back all while working a full time SHIFT job... My mother would work a graveyard shift but still would make sure breakfast was made before she went to sleep and dinner was made before she left... I can't thank her enough but what I can say is that I love her... We fight ALL the time but dammit I know that I love her lol ... Happy Birthday to my beautiful mother... Wishing her all the blessings and love on her special day! Oh and the two goofballs to the right of my mother are my sisters... They aight 🙄 #happybirthday#mymother#love#blessing#oneinamillion#blessed
Let it Mean More
Romans 5:8 tells us “But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” 1 John 4:9 tells us ” In this the love of God was manifested toward us, that God has sent His only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through Him. ” And 1 John 4:19 says, “We love Him because He first loved us.” Take a moment and think about that.
In a conversation with God one day, I asked Him how can the story of Jesus mean more to me? I asked him to make it current for me and up to date. He then reminded me of how Jesus lived a sinless life while on earth so that He could be the perfect sacrifice. He brought to my memory every moment I cried out to Him for help. Then He said, “He died so I could be there with you in those moments.” Jesus’ sacrifice means we get to walk and talk with the Father and have a growing relationship with Him. Hallelujah! If that doesn’t fill you joy and gratitude, nothing will. Let the sacrifice of Jesus mean more to you today. Let God deepen your understanding with how much He loves you. Let it mean more.
Prayer: Father, thank You for speaking to my heart. Forgive me if I’ve lost sight of the importance of Jesus’ death, burial and resurrection. Teach me, Father. Refresh my memory, and help me to understand more deeply Your love. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Afrika Mercy. It’s been one week now since I embarked this beautiful life changing ship. Dozens of crew members with various nationalities gave me a heart warming welcome. I got a few days off to settle in before starting my work at the galley. Together with local staff I prepare and serve food for all crew members onboard and patients in our hospital wards. So happy and proud to volunteer at the most unique ship in the world ! .
WOW!! 33 Years old today!! Happy birthday to me. Thanks a lot, God for giving me another year of life! The most wonderful truth is, I’m not getting old, I’m just becoming experienced.
#33yearsold#birthdayboy#happy day #blessed
📖 PSALM 11: 1-3
In the Lord I take refuge. How then can you say to me, “Flee like a bird to your mountain.
For look, the wicked bend their bows; they set their arrows against the strings to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.
When the foundations are being destroyed, what can the righteous do?
This psalm is believed to have come from David at the time that he was being hunted by King Saul. The psalm however, is not limited to historical circumstances. Even though evil seems to triumph, God’s people can take confidence in God.
It may be that the people speaking in these first verses are friends of David. They, out of concern for him, advise him to flee to the mountains, the enemies hide and hunt him with bows and arrows; they seem to have destroyed the foundations of justice and order.
David’s attitude remains one of confidence in God!
Feeling… Honoring. As my beloved Rumi says “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” Every day, and not just one, is perfect to celebrate, to remember, because every day is a miracle. This beautiful scarf now covers the bare scars of my breasts, just like some time ago it covered my bare head. I honor all of them. I honor the closed wounds of my body and I honor the wounds of my soul that tell a story of transformation, those that are reborn every day.
There is a Japanese art called Kintsugi, an ancient practice in which broken ceramic objects are not thrown away, but are repaired with gold dust, thus respecting their history, giving it a new value and creating an extraordinary piece.
Like that wonderful tradition, I honor the precious scars that I do not hide, those that are part of my essence, those that make me authentic and unique, for they are my story, my journey, my teachings. I close my eyes and I can’t stop smiling while feeling grateful, immensely grateful. .
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Sintiendo… Honrando. Como dice mi querido Rui, “La herida es el lugar por donde entra la Luz.” Cada día, y no sólo uno, es perfecto para celebrar, para recordar, porque cada día es un milagro. Este precioso pañuelo cubre ahora las cicatrices desnudas de mis pechos, al igual que hace ya algún tiempo cubrió mi cabeza desnuda. Las honro a todas ellas. Honro las heridas cerradas de mi cuerpo y honro las heridas de mi alma que cuentan un relato de transformación, esas que renacen cada día.
Existe un arte japonés llamado Kintsugi, una práctica milenaria en la que los objetos rotos de cerámica no se desechan, sino que se reparan con polvo de oro, respetando así su historia, dándole un valor nuevo y creando una pieza extraordinaria.
Como esa maravillosa tradición, honro las hermosas cicatrices que no oculto, las que forman parte de mi esencia, las que me hacen auténtica y única, pues son mi historia, mi recorrido, mis enseñanzas. Cierro los ojos y no puedo dejar de sonreir mientras me siento agradecida, inmensamente agradecida.