To those who take the extra second to ❤️️ posts before re-blogging, especially those posts I’ve created myself, it means a lot. In these uncertain times a little kindness goes a long way.
I drew Pate in my style I hopes you like it.
((Awwww!!! She looks so cute!!! This is very good, thank you so much!
“Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, singing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, with thankfulness in your hearts to God.” Psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs. Make a joyful noise! I love you!
why don’t we all speak our minds more?
tell your sister how pretty her hair looks; tell your mum her dress is nice; tell your brother his outfit is cool; tell your friend how much they make you laugh; tell that girl from school that you love her aesthetic; tell that classmate you sit next to that they have a nice smile
what’s the worst that’s going to happen? you’ll make them smile? you’ll make them feel more confident?
don’t keep those compliments to yourself, tell them!
Fostering two mama kitty’s with babies how cute are they
#smile #love #kindness #mothertheresa (at Del Mar Highlands Town Center)
bruised peaches, egos
going brown and wilting – when
did we get so mean?
If you do a kind act to someone and expect something back, then you did not do a kind act.
I’m not sure why self-pity or anger seem like the easier roads to walk. Perhaps they aren’t. It is entirely possible it’s easy for me because I’ve practiced running to their open arms most of my life.
I have an embarrassing memory from my childhood to demonstrate my point. I was eight maybe nine years-old, and I can’t recall the particular offense. What I can recall, with vivid detail, is being so upset I wrote a letter to my parents, and let my tears fall onto the paper to punctuate my frustration and pain. (LOLOLOL What a scam.) Even then, at a young age, I felt sorry for myself.
I’m kinda glad my parents didn’t feed my self-pity in those moments. Emotional intelligence wasn’t a thing in the 80′s, but neither was indulging every childish outburst.
Five-ish years ago I started my current engagement with Gratitude. I’m stoked to say what began as a method to combat anxiety and depression evolved into something exceeding my expectations. I now know Gratitude is about more than comparison or thankful excess.
Gratitude is finding joy in a past relationship despite its end.
It’s celebrating the pure and good of every imperfect moment.
It’s being present, stopping to notice the perfect of each moment.
It’s also part knowing…it could always be worse.
Ultimately, Gratitude is knowing life is gift, a wonderful gift. And our time in it is meant for the good and the pure, not hung up in failure and misery. Failure and misery are part of the deal, but they do not have to be “the deal.” Our hearts, minds, and bodies were meant to live and be alive- to drink every last ounce of joy from this Earth as possible.
Without Gratitude, none of this is possible.
“Look for the best in each other, and always do your best to bring it out. Be cheerful no matter what; pray all the time; thank God no matter what happens. This is the way God wants you who belong to Christ Jesus to live.”
1 Thessalonians 5:15-18