From hopeless to hopeful, from fear to faith. There are always a lot of steps to take.
No shortcuts or time warps.
Sometimes no friends, only your shadows. Just going where the wind blows, feeling oh so alone.
But are you really alone? Is there no one you can turn to in your time of need? No one to help you plant a seed?
Of course there is! You know Him well, it's just that you got caught up in the swell.
That's life for you.
Twists & turns, stops & pauses. Losing, gaining, finding... yourself, your purpose!
It's normal.
Problems arise when we turn away from the one that can turn all yellow from grey.
Just stay alert & stay aware, for life is never truly too much to bare, especially when He is near.
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Julia Saunders
Hi there! My name is Julia, I'm a mom, influencer, and freelance professional. I've been a freelancer for 4 years now, and I have many things i specialize in, English being my most loved!
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Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
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