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I Have Already Chosen

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I have already chosen — and I chose Christ.

Whenever I am tempted. Whenever I start to feel down or depressed. Whenever I feel the guilt of shame creep in for not feeling like I am good enough for letting myself again doubt — I remind myself.

I choose Christ.

It is as if a steel rod within me is instantly, powerfully, perfectly straightened with me. I can feel it hold me upright. There is no negotiation. It just is. And it is like it has always been there.

Nothing exists but me and God. The world is glorious again. Life is glorious.

Life is perfect although imperfect because of His perfection that lives within me.

I choose Him for everything.

The Evolution of the Soul

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When a baby is born a spirit evolves into a soul.

It cannot walk. It cannot talk. It can only be loved.

The baby grows and learns to live. To play. To pray. To love. It is part of a family.

When we are asked to love a baby we too evolve.

We do not know the way to walk. We do not always know the words to say. We learn what it means to love.

We grow and learn to live with that baby. To play with that baby. To pray with them too. To love them. We are their family.

To love a baby is the evolution of the soul. It transforms us into Mother. It transforms us into Father. We become more than we ever were before.

Your Messy House

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To mothers of little children, many children, or even just one baby — mothers of busy lives:

Your messy house isn’t a sign of weakness in you…

It is just one of the many trials of your life — of this stage of motherhood — whatever that is for you.

Please don’t put yourself down and don’t compare.

Don’t compare with others and don’t compare to a time in your life when you were able to keep your the house clean — it isn’t just your house. Ask for help — except the babies they have a special pass.

The house is just going to be messy from time to time — all the time.

There will always be something to clean and that’s okay — for this stage of life because you are busy living your life as a mother — not a housewife.

No Need For Sunday

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No Need for Sunday
A poem by Kiani S. Atkinson 
There are some days when I wish there was no Sunday.
When I wish that every day was like Sunday,
A day to relax and recharge, forgetting about your troubles.
Then, there would be no need for Sunday.
I wish there was no need for Sunday.
I wish there was no greed,
Because without greed, there would be no need for wars.
No need for governments, with politics.
I wish there was no famine.
I wish there were no wars.
I wish that there were no children crying in the night,
Wondering who they are and why they are here.
I wish that everyone knew what their purpose was.
I wish that everyone would stop thinking about their own problems,
And start thinking about other’s.
I wish there was a world where there was no need for Sunday.
But that world doesn’t exist, and it can’t exist, will never exist,
Unless people realize that even the smallest effort could help change our world.
That kindness and generosity are more important than wealth and fame.
This is a world where there is a need for Sunday,
But Sunday isn’t really even Sunday anymore.
It’s just another day,
Not any more different than Monday and Tuesday.
It’s not more unique than Wednesday or Thursday,
Nor is it a better day than Friday and Saturday.
Sunday is just Sunday.
And there will always be wars,
Because there will always be greed.
There is always a government. With politics.
There is always a child crying in the night, wondering who they are.
There is always someone wondering why there are here,
What their purpose is.
There is always someone pondering the meaning of life.
There will always be hunger and strife.
There will always be selfishness and greed.
People will continue to treat Sundays as just another day.
Unless they realize that as long as they exist, there will always be a need for Sunday. For peace.

This poem written by a sweet 16 year old friend touched me. With her permission I share it. I love her compassion. I love her humanity.

It also got me thinking about how I use the Sabbath day. Do I use it to serve those that are suffering? Do I use it to find peace and bring peace to those who don’t know where to find it?

The more I thought about this poem the more my hear wanted to exclaim to the world: Do you know where to find peace? Do you know of Jesus who came to earth to bring us this peace? And to use my time on the Sabbath day to do just that — and basically every day.

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. John 14:27

When these thoughts settled I could feel my heart settle deep within my soul into the truth that I hold dear: We will always need Sunday until everyone accepts Jesus. With his light the world will change.

And when everyone accepts Jesus and feels his peace, then everyday will be like Sunday.

Oh glorious day! One day.

How will you use your Sunday?

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