This is me. I’m chubbier than I want to be. I have arthritis in my knees, and I have a burden that sits on my heart that I’ve “let myself go.” I constantly believe that no one actually wants to be friends with me, and that it’s all out of pity, and that I’ll never belong. I look in the mirror and I don’t recognize myself, because I’m not what I expected to become.
“When a stranger resides with you in your land, you shall not oppress or mistreat him. But the stranger who resides with you shall be to you like someone native-born among you; and you shall love him as yourself, for you were stranger in the land… I am the Lord your God.”
I become anxious when I don’t go to the One who calms my heart. I become anxious when I ignore my Creator. Time and time again, I have seen how walking further away allows the Enemy to take hold of my very being, bringing me down into the depths of sin and despair.
Holy Spirit, draw me closer to You. Help me choose You over my fear, stress, and temptations of this world. You are my lifeline.
“To live content with small means. To seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion. To be worthy not respectable, and wealthy not rich. To listen to stars and birds and babes and sages with an open heart. To study hard, think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions. Never hurry. In a word, to let the spiritual, the unbidden and the unconscious rise up through the common. This is my symphony.”
“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.”