Self Worth

Being the woman that I am I find it difficult to feel like I am truly beautiful. I struggle some days to even get out of bed and get ready for the day. Some times it's just because my outfit looks bad but other times it's because I myself feel equivalent to trash.  It's as though all of my self worth has gone out the window and ran away from me. I'm not saying this is an every day experience. But it does become the occasional struggle. It comes down to me not having a solid grasp on who I identify myself as. I don't feel that I can call myself as beautiful, wonderfully made, precious, and perfect.  I forget that my identity should first come from Christ.

Conversation

Words can be scary things. The scariest thing about ordering words is that you can never know how they will be received. Yet actions with out words can be easily misunderstood. And a meaningless activity can turn in to a deeply offensive act. All in all, never let your words go unspoken. It may be the difference between a thriving relationship and an ongoing conflict.    

Blame

It's hard for me to understand people that blame their struggles on other people. When my life is going bad I know that it was probably because of choices that I made. I don't try to pass my troubles off on to the actions of other people. There are those people that cover over their own pain by finding fault in others. I have recently felt that I have been the scape goat for all of these emotions. Having placed their own struggles onto the already over whelming stress I already feel. 

I understand that I may not have been the best of friends. Still, the problems of multiple people does not generate from one. I can understand that things have been difficult but I am not the blame for everyone's problems. 

Empty Days

If happiness where a man, perhaps I would be able to search him out. High on the mountains is where I might find him. Maybe in some exotic land or hidden with in the dreams of night. Even closer to his hiding place might be my imagination. Yet, happiness is not a man. Happiness has hidden well.