There is no wrong place to pray. I pray at my desk, on my living room floor, on the couch beside my dogs, in my bed, beside my bed, in the bathroom, in the shower, in the car on my way to work, walking down the street, in the morning when I wake up, in the evenings before I fall asleep.
There is no wrong way to pray. I pray with my eyes, closed, with my eyes open, with my knees on the ground, standing up, sitting down, curled into a ball, holding my own hands, moving my hands around, raising my hands in the air, holding someone else’s hands.
There is no wrong way to say a prayer. Some days I repeat myself over and over, some days I cry, some days I get angry, some days I tell Him everything, some days I can’t seem to tell Him anything, some days I use flowery language, some days I use foul language, some days I use hardly any language. Help me, I whisper.
There is no wrong place to pray, there is no wrong way to pray, there is no wrong way to talk to our Creator, our Father, our best friend, our God.
Each day I don’t apply for another job is another I feel like a failure.
I forget that I’m fortunate to still have a job. Fortunate to be healthy and even more so to know my coworkers (the source of my stress) and more importantly, so so fortunate to know there’s the Creator cares for me.
My being fortunate doesn’t negate my feelings but it sure helps in processing them.
2. I’m going to get better as a person and I am actively working on it each day- whether or not I know it.
3. The above statements are true.
4. God is working- He helped me get to where I am today and He will be who brings me to a better me.
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Quarantine has been a good time for self-reflection. I’m starting to confront the parts of me that I thought were ugly. I rejected those parts- my unfiltered responses, my body, my need for socialization.
I’m learning to see them through God’s eyes and to use them for good.
i never see enough tips for trans women/transfem people so. here’s a video that came up about tucking :] (don’t worry she doesn’t use tape at all despite the thumbnail)
Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go