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Tears of Joy


Tears of joy. Tears of sorrow. Sometimes both at once. 
Tonight I cried — not just from sadness, but from rejoicing too. Grief looks different for everybody, and sometimes we stay strong for someone else while breaking down in silence when no one’s watching.
In the middle of it, I had moments of clarity, and moments of just asking God to make things different. When you truly care about people, you feel what they feel. And in those moments, all you know to do is pray without ceasing.
So although I cry, I know God will make a way. He may not come when I want Him to, but He’s always on time.
“Pray without ceasing.” — 1 Thessalonians 5:17
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” — Psalm 30:5
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Taking Control




**Day 2: Taking Control of My Day**

I didn’t ask to be anyone’s emotional dumping ground. I didn’t ask to carry the weight of people who show up in and out of my life whenever it’s convenient for them.

My story starts young. My grandma took me in when I was three. The abuse in that house didn’t start right away, it came later, after my father passed, and it lasted until I was fourteen, when we finally moved. That part isn’t her fault. But over the years, she’s been in and out of my life, on her own terms, up until I got my own place.

When I got my own place, I opened the door wide. I told her wherever I live, she’s welcome. I meant it. I paid her to help raise my son while I worked. I helped her get her Social Security. I let arguments happen with people I was dating just so she’d always have somewhere to land. I even moved to be closer to her and my brother.

And still, every time I asked for help, I got complaints. Fussing in the morning. A smirk when things got hard for me, like some quiet satisfaction that I’d finally hit my breaking point.

So today, I told her to leave.

She didn’t take it seriously, because she’s used to me calming down and letting her back in. But this time, my brother is handling her things when he’s back from vacation. She can stay with him or wherever she was before.

Then she told my son I’d asked her to leave. He packed a bag and left with her. I’m not angry that he packed a bag. I’m angry that he chose not to stand on his own.

Here’s what I’ve learned: I never held it against my mom that my grandma raised me. Grandma didn’t have to take me in, but she did, and I never made my mom pay for that. But somehow, no matter what I do or how much I give, it’s never enough. I’m always the one absorbing the disrespect while everyone else’s shortcomings get excused.

I have five other children who need me present, today, not tomorrow. I can’t keep pouring myself into people who only show up to take.

So today, I’m choosing peace over chaos. I’m not afraid anymore. I’m handing the rest over to God, and I’m walking forward.

**If it costs you peace, remove it.**

*”Let the peace of God rule in your hearts…”* — Colossians 3:15

*”Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee.”* — Isaiah 26:3

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Cozy


An alter reality.
I was cozy so I decided to take a photo to feel even better about myself

I decided to take photos of myself even when I wasnt happy so I can feel better

about myself. Once I look at the photo that I edited, it makes me feel better

embracing my natural flaws filter/unfiltered….. Does taking photos help you or is it

the attention that I acquire from the photo itself that helps me appreciate it? I am not sure anymore lol… these are really my thoughts

Its an alter reality where I question what makes me feel better. I love taking photos

I love how I look with or without the filter

The artistic view with the filter makes the photo come alive even in my natural state

I like to get creative with my photographs

you know what I actually feel good sooo let’s go…..

I got more photos to take and will be posting

let me know below how you feel about taking photographs