No matter how good you are, chances are that others can hate you the most but you don't always have to care about what other's think of you. Just do good, be good and spread smiles.
It's Never Too Lateβ¦to Celebrate Yourself. Everything youβve done deserves your favorable awareness. Be it your relationships, your successes and your triumphant failures. They all led you here. Today, pause to recognize and celebrate the big things and little things. You accomplished them. Turn your attention inward and cheer for the things you have yet to bring forth. Accept them as done. Celebrate all that you are made of and who you are becoming. You are worth it.
When someone shares their distress or their inadequacies, the natural inclination is to comfort them. To mollify. When we do this we brush over their emotions, often because they make us uncomfortable. Most times, people donβt want a blanket. They want someone who is willing to stand outside and shiver with them in the cold.
We can't please everyone in life. If you know what you're doing is not wrong, If you're not hurting someone, If it's not really wrong then there is nothing to be worried about. Let's always give more and expect less.
People don't believe you love them, because they don't believe they can be loved. The problem is, they won't tell you that. They might not even know that. Don't you ever, ever, think that there's something wrong with you. They accept the love they think they deserve.
I am more interested in the insecure transparency in you than the pretentious character. Naked is surreal, it may make you feel vulnerable for a while yet it will take us on a journey worth remembering.
Know that love would stick no matter how hard you are to break into, know that love would stick no matter how protective you have become of your own self. Love would find its way like nothing ever has.
At times I find myself nearly overwhelmed by the physical realities that press in from all sides. My appointment book fills up with the names of patients who need personal attention. I have speeches to prepare, books to review, a manuscript to edit. At such moments, I am strongly tempted to shunt aside my normal time with God. Over the years I have learned, with difficulty, that those moments amid intense earthy pressures are precisely the times when I need most to rely on the Spirit for guidance. In the morning and in the evening, I look for a time when the Spirit can bring heave and earth together. I commit my day's clutter to God, asking to see the details of my life in the light of his will.