BE LOVE…..

"Many times we are oppressed to being "littler" or less than we are/ but when human beings are loved up.... and supported mentally and emotionally, spiritually they rise to the occasion in brilliant ways to become the best self they can be"


Its time for us to stop being offended.  It is time for us to stop fighting, and stop trying to control.   If we wanna see a change for the better in our families, marriages, relationships, we must take a different approach.  Love.  Mystics, Prophets, Spiritual leaders, and my favorite, Jesus said it over and over and over.

Chances are, you are thinking about how someone or something has hurt or offended you.  It happens.  Just does.  What are you gonna do about it to cause a different experience?  Or better yet...... how about YOU cause an experience of love first.  Don't wait.

Get up and walk into it.

Daily, I am faced with a choice.  Will I create an experience of love with the grocery clerk, gas station attendant, cable man, student, my ex-husband, his wife (I like to call her my step-wife as we do co-parent very well) and of course my own children?  Am I willing to take a few extra seconds to make another person feel "bigger" and "more than"?  Those few extra seconds are supporting that person mentally, emotionally, spiritually.

Here's an Idea!

With our children.....

We can call out their many wonderful things so that they continue to rise to that occasion.

OR, we can get on to them constantly nagging them about that not so good test grade, or the messy room.  That list can go on and on.  How about we try something new?   How about we try a new approach?  How about we try speaking life into their hearts?   Just the other day, I told Lily, in front of her brother (who she had been bickering with quite a lot in the past few weeks) that I had really noticed  in the last few days she'd been giving of herself.  I saw how she had put others needs above her own, and had a willing heart to serve even Tripp.  I told her how I loved her heart and how beautiful it was to see her mature into a lovely young woman.

NOW DON'T YOU THINK THAT IS SOMETHING OUR CHILDREN WANNA RISE TO?

Her countenance changed; she sat up straiter, and a smile beamed from her heart outward.

Husbands and wives, how about we stop looking back and living in the past and start calling out the beauty and strengths we see (or hope to see).  It will change your relationship!  I learned that lesson too late.  But I still learned it!

Stop looking back.  Stop trying to control everything and everyone with your own agendas, and just love from a place of authenticity.  I don't think we would need all of those happy pills and "drugs" of any sort.  And by drugs, I mean any addiction like pills, alcohol, and food.  What about Facebook, Instagram, Snap Chat, Twitter, or any other thing that distracts us and numbs us.  We live in such a narcissistic society!  Stop! Look around!  People are hurting!  People are dying inside and we are focusing on tweeting what we ate for dinner!  Really?

NOTHING else matters!!!!!  NOTHING.  It is so simple.

" If speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate.  If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, “Jump,” and it jumps, but I don’t love, I’m nothing.If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.

BANKRUPT WITHOUT LOVE!  

So what is love? 

Love never gives up.

Love cares more for others than for self.


Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have.

Love doesn’t strut.                                    

Love doesn’t have a swelled head.                          

Love doesn’t force itself on others                      

Love Isn’t always “me first.”                                        

Love doesn’t fly off the handle.                    

Love doesn’t revel when others grovel.              

Love takes pleasure in the flowering of truth.

Love puts up with anything.                                  

Love trusts God always.

Love always looks for the best.

Love never looks back.

Love  keeps going to the end.

Love never dies.

HOW MANY RELATIONSHIPS WOULD BE SAVED IF WE ALL  LIVED THIS WAY?

 HOW MANY CHILDREN NOT REBELLING?

HOW MANY LESS BEHAVIOR PROBLEMS IN THE CLASSROOM?

I challenge us all to LOVE today.

BE LOVE!

Letters…….

Letters….

A teaser from my upcoming short story…

Sitting on her porch with hands trembling, she clutched the letters.  Holding them close 

to her heart, huddled in a ball, she rocked her body back and forth, back and forth.   

Was she brave enough?  Could she handle these words in particular? 

"Words, always with the words!" 

Words were her achilles heel; she needed them. Her fix came from men, friends, or 
relatives; it didn't 

matter where she got them as long as she did.    

She NEEDED them to survive.  Like a needle direct to her 

vein, she manipulated, bargained, and chased after her addiction.  The insatiable hunger 

for words assuring her of her beauty, her worth, or intelligence was never satisfied; and 

when they were not offered freely,  she demanded them.  Usually, she could find 

them without too much trouble.  But the words from this person were different.  They 

scathed.  Laced with guilt and shame, they always wounded and never missed the bull’s 

eye to her heart.  She let them in so easily all of her life, and NOW, she had a choice.  

Would she to let them in?  How could what had always been insulting weapons 

against her soul be any different now?  Why did God wish her to read these letters now?

What other words could be spoken into her heart?   This choice  

was her’s and she should have felt empowerment, but she felt trepidation.  Permission 
had never been requested to speak before.  This is why she had not read these letters.  
She had the upper hand for a change.  She had control.  And now, in this moment, she 

wanted no part of controlling.  Control tactics had not served her well.  

“Oh God, do I dare?”  

A single tear trickled.  Just one was all she would allow. 

“Am I strong enough?”

“Daughter, I am strong in you” 

“I am with you” 

Reading the letters was a risk.

“Ok then.  If I must," she bravely resolved, and with fingers trembling, she unfolded the 

papers, and then practiced a round of deep breathing techniques she'd learned in yoga.  

Slowly scanning the words, a well of pent up tears overflowed.  A few times, she 

stopped and sobbed into her folded arms. Words that she had always longed to hear  

were now the rusty old key fitting perfectly into the locked recesses of her heart.  

Decades of damage received into her spirit  had sharply dug trenches in her heart

where tenderness had once lived.  Trenches now housed the numb, bitter, and thick 

scars.  But these words were a healing salve over her scars, and they would birth new 
living skin in their place. 

In these moments,  the years of rejection and adoptive spirits were completely washed 

away.  Years of anger and misunderstanding were diffused.   As she read the letter, she 

could hear her mothers voice and she had to stop periodically to release deep pools of 

buried pain.  So much emotion forced underneath;  Lies were planted so deeply 

in her heart.  

AND NOW to learn the truth?   

She was wanted.  

She was loved.  

She was not a burden after all.  

 My Dear Girl, 

From the very beginning, I've always chosen you but you've managed to convince 

yourself otherwise.  I was talked into putting you up for adoption because I was barely 

able to take care of myself.  How could I take care of you too? ……...