There are choices in life.

Some, well, they're more like ultimatums! But then we're old enough to think for ourselves (and be believed by others), and strange enough, at that moment, we realize, we're somewhat afraid of our own voice(s). Weird.

This Week-End though, let’s just Be Happy.

Maybe not flip the world on its axis Happy, but Happier than our circumstances warrant. And then, in hearing ourselves smiling, tip your heads back and laugh. You'll thank(s) me later!

Safety & Moderation though:
There is an excuse to lose ourselves afoot. But that is not your song their playing.

In order to Love someone,

Truly, it's necessary to see and be with them, as they are, so as to appreciate what makes them unique, and thus, lovable(to me):

hy·poc·ri·sy [hi-pok-ruh-see] noun
1. A pretense of having a virtuous character, moral or religious beliefs or principles, etc., that one does not really possess. 2. A pretense of having some desirable or publicly approved attitude. And me Charlotte, I'd prefer an unfiltered enemy, than a fraudulent relationship with someone in whom, I think I've found a Friend.

Life, isn't really that complicated;

Sure, I understand longing and loneliness, but the wrong choice(s), is still wrong: "As a dog returns to its vomit, so fools repeat their folly." Proverbs 26:11 

For even if you fail to know who you are, at least know to whom you're connected! 1. Be rightly placed in a specified position. 2. Fit in a specified place or environment. Which makes being punched in the face, a wrong idea, again! Change please, if not for yourself, then for them.

Fear, and well earned trepidation;

Are really not your friends Charlotte!

And yet, on this Sunday, underneath all the distractions that a Week-End can bring us both, I was nonetheless reminded that the future can indeed be brighter when the Truth is spoken freely by a one who really believes it!

Sometimes, knowing where I am,

Only reveals the reason and not the true intent of my being there. Just as in wanting to be there again, the reason is more rooted in who we could have been, and not so much, in who we're becoming.

Friday then Charlotte, and the reality of truth is about how you feel when you hear your own heart beating! Remembering when we spoke last, how was that rhythm for you then?

Sunday is coming!

Thursday reminds me that things that are in darkness, are often obscured by words more than with actual obstacles! Think it through. Challenge their conclusions.

There are often very compelling reason(s) for deception, and yet, you live in a logical awakening, so why discount logic just so you can believe what others do? Sunday for them is coming quicker than I imagined, but the fear is not mine to share.

Heat enveloped the valley earlier

And oddly enough, I painted myself green earlier today(long story). The good news is, I was wearing that blue shirt no one is ever very fond of me wearing during the daylight hours!

Wednesday night though, it's about to concludes w/out a Home Group Gathering, not sure how that changes my rhythm(s), but it does leave me with thoughts of something new.

Word to your Mother(s)

The Mothers Day Week-End is in full swing here @ the NW Chambre des Noirs. And though the laughter has been intense, and the Love amazing, there will always be that space between what was, and what we'll all miss in the years ahead.

Weird thought(s) then, wrapped in a poem, just in case you neglected to send flowers again: "Collectively, our responsibility as parents was not as great as we've imagined, for we did not supply the next great heart surgeon, nor a World Champion Formula 1 Pilot, and yet, because of who we've Loved as (our real or surrogate) Mothers, we do have a story to tell, a legacy to maintain, and the greatest gift of all to give, our Testimony of the Love of Jesus Christ in our lives."

Thanks be to all the Mother(s) who raised us,
and keep us focused still.