Crumb

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Settling for crumbs will only leave you wanting;

 love,

affection,

respect,

and attention.

A crumb is the promise of something more that will never come.

Don’t settle.

You are not a mouse!

When You Need to Know You Matter

You is kind, you is smart, you is important

The moment when your friend says something that makes you feel like you really, really matter. That’s the moment you know you’ll make it through the storm.

 

 

Daily Prompt: Synchronize – Our Hearts and Minds

The Symbol for Synchronize

Let us synchronize our hearts and minds to love. We don’t need to do great things, Even the smallest act done with love makes a big difference.

Love your God, love yourself, love your neighbour.

Let us overcome hate, racism, and bigotry with love and peace.

The LORD bless you and keep you;
The LORD make His face shine upon you,
And be gracious to you;
The LORD lift up His countenance upon you,
And give you peace.

NUMBERS 6:24-26

Daily Prompt: Visceral – Mama Bear and Her Cub

Aeron's 1st Birthday

Cub’s 1st Birthday

She was tiny, my cub. When I first held her, my heart filled with a love so strong I felt breathless. At 5+ pounds she was a wrinkled bundle of gangly arms and legs with a squashed nose. I thought she was perfection.

I held her briefly before handing her back to her father who followed the nurse to the newborn nursery and a waiting incubator. They inserted a feeding tube and placed her under a lamp to treat jaundice.

Less than 12 hours later her father returned to the hospital and we walked together to visit my cub in the nursery.

“If anyone tried to take her from me I would kill them,” I stated.

My instinct to protect her was as fierce as any mama bear. It was a visceral, gut-wrenching urge to keep her safe at any cost. As if a switch in my brain flipped from the sane and civilized to the primitive and animalistic. Suddenly, I didn’t feel so different from animals in the wild.

Mother Bear and Cub

My Inner Mama Bear

Although this experience felt foreign and unique to me I know I’m not alone. Inside every good mother beats the heart of a fierce mama bear ready to protect her young. It is an instinctual love; fierce, primal, visceral.

Loving My Inner Child

 

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It’s a perfect morning. Sunny with a balmy breeze that takes me back to days as a child. Like today, it was around the time of my birthday. My fifth birthday to be exact. I was daydreaming while I sat on the metal swing-set in the backyard. Swinging and singing a made-up song. Hair softly blowing in the wind. Behind me, rows of grapes starting to bud. And everywhere I looked my world was a pretty spring green.

At one point, I started thinking about my life and what it might look like when I came to the end of it. Even at five, I often wondered how God would judge me when I met Him face to face. I thought my life might look like a movie. God reviewing every moment of my life while everyone watched every deed, heard every word, and listened to every thought. It would be fair to think that at five I didn’t have much to worry about, but even then I had secrets I didn’t want to be revealed. The fact that God already knew caused me great shame which, unfortunately, was not enough to keep me godly.

On days like today, I think of that little girl and her young life. So much living yet to do; her thoughts, words, and deeds paling in comparison to all those that would follow.

I will turn 56 soon, and when I do I will remember that earnest girl, far too serious for her years. She is the pensive, sensitive, anxious side of me. She is where depression lives. When I weep for the world so cruel at times that my heart breaks, it is through her eyes that I weep. When I look at the beauty that surrounds me I experience it with the awe and wonder of a child.

Throughout my life, I have tried to ignore her, tried to pretend she isn’t a part of me. But for all her sensitivities she will not be denied. And so, I have learned to love and cherish her. The part of me that is the purest; my heart.