The Challenge....

Keep it Kind


Life can really through us a curve ball from time to time… it is not fair, it is not always fun but it is always interesting. I cannot remember the last time I had an uninteresting day. Perhaps it was so boring that I just wrote the whole day off. Things that I discover daily always shock me. I do not watch the news, have no idea why this one blonde lady is always yelling at this white cat on Facebook and Instagram… anyone want to clear this up for me I would greatly appreciate it! I do not understand why friends feel like they cannot express themselves, why we cannot just be who we are, as we are, in that very moment. All moments are not going to be good, why do we feel we have to play pretend like everything is fine when it is burning a whole in our very being, just wanting to explode! Explosives can be the best thing, to release the pain, the hurt, the grief needs to come out. Let it out , let it go, to feel safe in an environment . Why does it feel safer in a YMCA than in a church? Why are people so worried about what their good brother in Christ is going to think of them when we all have sins, we all mess up, no one is perfect…

Back to the curve ball, when a husband has a stroke and lays lifeless in a hospital using only his eyes to speak to his wife of 30 years. She can only be so strong for so long and there’s a moment of crack, dropping the basket, wanting to let go. Can people not be a little more sensitive to people in this kind of situation. Should the nurses and doctors not be trained to be extra kind and loving, extra sensitive?

Thoughts of the day… kindnesses is always the right thing, always!

Author: Joy

I am Joy I am content I am patient I am love I am free, fabulous and fit. I am all these things and so much more. I am struggle I am hopelessness I am sad I am endurance I am a warrior I am a princess I am my Father's daughter I am a survivor of loss of hurt of pain. I am encouragement I am influence I am Joy.

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