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The person who never gives up

The person who never gives up knows that the answer is most likely no. Keyword: likely!

Meaning that there is a 99.99 percent chance of the answer being yes. Keyword: CHANCE!

The person who never gives up hears opposition. Like Ms. Almánzar would say, “I do what they say I can’t”

Meaning that opposition is the fuel to push you to that goal.

The person who never gives up always asks questions.

“What can I do to get a discount on these melons?”

“Um…ma’am? There are no discounts on Melons today”

“May I speak to your manager please?”

The person who never gives up has a picture in mind and would jump through all the hoops and climb up any wall to see it come to fruition.

They don’t settle, they don’t listen to opinions. THEY MOVE.

So you gotta get out the way.

Hey Ppl

Good evening ladies and gentlemen,

It’s been months since my last post and I’m actually pleased about it. I’ve been too busy living to write. My notebook is empty, my google drive a lot cleaner and my mind… content. I have a new outlook in life and this view allows less desire for blogging.

It was a Sunday like today when I looked at my husband and said “Let’s move to Florida”. He always wanted to move but he patiently waited for me to give the okay. Well I gave the okay and man, I was scared.

4 months in and I don’t see myself ever looking back. Unless of course there is an emergency that I’d have to pack up and leave but other than that, Florida is home. Imagine if I let fear control me. I would have missed out on a lot.

I’m not pretending there wasn’t a struggle. There was struggle and we still see struggle today. It’s just that I’m so thankful for God guiding us and helping us through. For showing His sovereignty in the midst of turmoil.

I have great friends. Great co-workers. I’ve seen so much favor. I’ve witnessed miracles and wonders. More strength came upon me. More growth within me. More Joy in my heart. Sometimes you need to be further from comfort to see more clearly. To feel more often. To stop and absorb God’s goodness. To thrive.

There is purpose when I am and I’m just anxious to see what’s next.

When I look back to the days when I cried everyday. The days of hurt, abuse, betrayal, loneliness and desperation, I realize that there was purpose in it all. I needed the pain to grow. Without the pain, I couldn’t see the promising road ahead of me. I’ll never go back and redo those days. Those days to me are GOLD.

THANK YOU:

To my mistakes

To my accusers

To my enemies

To anyone who did me wrong.

Thanks to you, My feet are on solid ground.

This trophy is FOR YOU

Take it. 🏆

I can tell

I can tell when someone is pretending to be kind to me.

I can tell when someone is bragging about their success but disguises it with humility.

I can tell when someone is making an effort to prove that they’re better than me.

I can tell

So i let them speak

I play along

I act naive

Because the more they do it, the sillier they look and that’s amusing to me.

Dear Livi

Dear Livi

If it seems as life isn’t on your side

And all you can do is sob

Put the enemy beneath your feet

Cuz you’re doing a great job

It seems like life isn’t in your favor

Your name may be subject to their chatter.

All great people are subject to critics

Cuz Livi, you matter!

Life SEEMS to be mean

Life SEEMS to be an enemy

But let’s look through another perspective

Because life was a friend to me

It gave me strength and purpose and will.

It was mean at times but it wasn’t until –

I surpassed all the trials that came to me.

Cuz Life opens your eyes to what you’re supposed to see.

Eyes on the prize sister

Eyes on the prize sister,

What’s the reason why?

You look left and there she is

your enemy passing by.

She’s smiling and showing

all her great plans.

Eyes on the prize sister.

It’s a trap, grab my hand.

I’ll help you through it.

Wont beat you to it.

I’ll be by your side.

Helping you to the prize.

Eyes on the prize sister.

What glitters isn’t gold.

Listen to me my friend,

I’ll push you to the goal.

My prayers,

my compassion.

I love you within

Eyes on the prize sister.

When you win, I win.

 

 

Sufficient 

You are the cure. 

Sickness moved so quickly.

Fiercely.

Sickness so powerful within me. 
You are the cure. 

You are faster 

with much more fury

and power. 

Sickness left no trace. 

Like it was never there to begin with. 
Your Grace, Mercy and Love is sufficient. 

Why do I write?

It’s a burning passion to get these thoughts on paper. If not, they’d be lost forever. 

How would I return to them? With time, the details fade away and I can’t afford such loss. With time, the story changes to what could have been or what was wished to be. 

Expierence should be quickly documented. Otherwise, it converts into a fable. We need to absorb authentic stories the faces tell and not a made up dream. Real life is just as eventful. Perhaps more.