Standing in my own truth. At times I feel as if I cannot breathe with the truth swirling around me.
My 54th Summer is coming to an end. As of the late the crisp morning air reminds me that Autumn is not that far away. Last week I watched as my grandson began kindergarten. My Summer flowers are no longer appeal to me. I am ready for mums and to decorate for Fall.
This truth that I find myself staring into at time arrives like gentle waves lapping at my feet. Then there are other times it cuts through me like a harsh February wind.
One thing I have always had difficulty with is letting people see who I really am. I envy people who can be their authentic self without hesitation. I have never been able to fully do that. Those that do make it look so easy.
To quote a teeshirt I saw at Art Beat…. it said
I love Jesus, but I cuss a little.
For today, that sums me up. More to come at a later date.
Be a blessing,
“Instead, as God’s ministers, we commend ourselves in everything: by great endurance, by afflictions, by hardships, by difficulties, by beatings, by imprisonments, by riots, by labors, by sleepless nights, by times of hunger, by purity, by knowledge, by patience, by kindness, by the Holy Spirit, by sincere love.” 2 Corinthians 6:4-6