“Stay: Watch with me for One Hour…”

Source: “Stay: Watch with me for One Hour…”

 

It’s good to reblog from time to time. This time I’m reblogging a poem I wrote a few years ago for Easter. It was a Good Friday because the events that happened that day changed the course of history forever and ricochets of the effects of the events echo endlessly into eternity. So be blessed by this poem. 😘😘

 

Keeping it Real,

 

The Elected Lady 

Peace! Xx

I AM ENOUGH

 

It’s about time I blogged again. Pure prose. No pictures. Just talk.

I have been fighting the urge to write for over a year now. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to properly document my ideas and thoughts. I thought whatever I write it won’t be enough.

There is always a critic waiting to criticise you and your performance without prior knowledge of your growth and process or of the way you think. There will always be the one person who will encourage you too but you freeze under the weight of self-unbelief. There is an inner mockery of voices tormenting your mind and the external pen poisoned messages eat through the pores of an aching soul. There is always the unspoken silent screams and the constructive voices that help you navigate your growth. And, the perpetual sounds of all these voices are directing your growth that the inner voice keeps silent or speaks that you can’t even hear.

Well, today, I am tired. I am tired of these thoughts and voices. I am tired of feeling like I’m not enough even though the truth is I AM. I am ENOUGH. I’m tired of feeling like I have to do something to receive love. Or feeling that I’m only loved because I’m down or because I’ve done something good for someone so now they feel they ought to Love me yet view me as a burden overtime. Or loved out of obligation because “God says we should Love”.  

Yet when they love, they withdraw it over time. I hate the withdrawal. Especially of love. Excuses like “I’m busy” or “sorry I just can’t” (Even though I’m most understanding of the circumstances). When the heart of another begins to withdraw and invest elsewhere leaving you wanting, wanting, wanting…

The Longing of Love. The validation of Love. The needing of Love. Now I start to look needy. Not a good look ey? Not enough. “Oh no you’re not a burden!” They say. Hmmm. Well we’ll see. I feel like a burden. I’m having to change my speech. Change me to be received and loved as enough. You withhold the secrets of your heart that you once shared regularly with me. We shift. We change. You withdraw. Withdraw. Withdraw. You lie “I’m just busy!” You wait for me to ask, ask, ask. And in my asking, though I receive, it’s done out of a sense of obligation. I wear your ear out. Yes, I talk too much. That’s me. Yes I chat nonsense. That’s me. I’m border-lining heresy. Yet I walk in the Truth. That’s me. My thoughts have gone crazy wild. That’s me.

That’s Wilderness me. That’s not inner me. I am Love. I am Light. I am Goodness. In the right environment I thrive but this is part of building ‘me’. The wilderness me is my building site me. It’s my quarry. It’s the war. It’s the dessert. If you can’t hack it out til the end, fall by the way side with the doubters and shakers. Leave the wilderness. I am not alone. Never Alone. Abba is with me. Always has been and always will be.

When He sees me, I am enough to him. I’ve always been enough. And from being enough, to making me more enough. Turning my enough to more than enough. Because He loves me as I am and bringing out who I am. I AM ENOUGH. There are others like me. I’m not alone in my wilderness or journey. They too, are enough. Enough. Enough. I accept. Please accept. We are ENOUGH.

As ever Keeping it Real, Peace! 

 

The Elected Lady xx

Black Dog Blues

The best article I’ve read today. If you suffer, please don’t suffer in silence. Wonderful blog from a great friend that I love. Thank you Angela. You’re an Angel. ❤❤

Nauticulture

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Monday evening and I’m feeling exhausted. I’m tempted to reach for the sugar, the crisps, the chips and anything else unhealthy that I can get my hands on. Monday evening and my motivation levels are in my boots and  holidaying there it seems. This isn’t just Monday blues, I’ve been feeling like this for a few weeks now. I keep telling myself that  it’s not going to last, that it will pass soon and black dog will leave and not come back. But the black dog wants to be taken out for a walk and run around and make me feel even worse. He wants me to play ball with him and throw him a stick, give him some bait to chase after. I’m reluctant to give in to his wants. You see, I’ve spent the last few weeks (and years in all honesty) throwing him that stick and playing…

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