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Give me Strength...




I wasn't going to blog today because I didn't want to express everything that's in my head - most of it isn't nice.
I prayed for God to give me strength to get through this day, and that my words would be a reflection of his love. I need to reboot my thought process today...trying to bite my tongue is a challenge for me.  

I did come to the conclusion that I can no longer have people in my life that irritate/ frustrate me to the point of me wanting to get a little crazy on them. For one, it's not fair to me. Although, I take full responsibility for me allowing them to take advantage of my kindness, but now it's time to shut it down. 

I have to remind myself that some people enjoy playing the part of the martyr, some enjoy staying stuck, and some are just liars. If that's your thing, perfect! Just exclude me..I don't want to be on that ride with you.

When people choose to live a certain way they also need to learn to live with the consequences of their choices. I'm not responsible for their choices or the consequences... it's time for me to step back. “There are two primary choices in life: to accept conditions as they exist, or accept the responsibility for changing them” 
― Denis Waitley

I didn't have a lot of positive life lessons growing up, but I do remember my father saying, "Don't let people take your kindness for weakness." I have always prided myself in not allowing that to happen, but I guess hope made me think with my heart instead of my mind. Time for me to get back on track!

Have an awesome day...Be kind!



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