I am laying claim on my home. Prayerfully and intentionally. I am working on changing things. Moving things. I am trying to make it....new for me. A place that I can do more than just stand being...a place that calls to me peacefully. Restfully. I have shut down for so long, that I hardly know how to let myself relax in my own home. This last week...the alone time...was good for that. Learning. I don't have it down yet. But I'm learning. Trying. Relaxing. In a way. A way that I haven't before.
I am also laying claim to my story. To being able to speak it. To own it.
I am laying claim to my family. For all of the drama this week....one great thing. My eldest son met the need of my middle son. And it has changed my middle son. Someone cared for him. Was kind to him. Loved him. I will never forget how dedicated my eldest was in taking care of his little brother.
I am laying claim to my faith. To true faith. Not the gobbledy gook that I got caught up in while married. Not the condemning, demeaning, judging life....real faith. The kind that moves mountains. Really. I've experienced that again this year. The mountain of hopelessness...of despair...of abusive attitudes. They have been moved. God does that. Not in a way I ever expected. I spent so long trying to remake who He made me to be...so that I could try to hold things together. Now, I'm going to lay claim to the faith that has carried me all of my life.
Laying claim. Speaking it so. Choosing. Living. Action. In my life. I am not a victim.
blessings.
I am also laying claim to my story. To being able to speak it. To own it.
I am laying claim to my family. For all of the drama this week....one great thing. My eldest son met the need of my middle son. And it has changed my middle son. Someone cared for him. Was kind to him. Loved him. I will never forget how dedicated my eldest was in taking care of his little brother.
I am laying claim to my faith. To true faith. Not the gobbledy gook that I got caught up in while married. Not the condemning, demeaning, judging life....real faith. The kind that moves mountains. Really. I've experienced that again this year. The mountain of hopelessness...of despair...of abusive attitudes. They have been moved. God does that. Not in a way I ever expected. I spent so long trying to remake who He made me to be...so that I could try to hold things together. Now, I'm going to lay claim to the faith that has carried me all of my life.
Laying claim. Speaking it so. Choosing. Living. Action. In my life. I am not a victim.
blessings.
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