“I have a responsibility to use my experiences, both positive and negative, to help other women trump inequality at work.” -Katherine M. White
When I think of being chosen by love…I think specifically. I think of checking out TED Talks together and discussing topics related to our respective ambitions. He dreams. I think about his humor and laughing with me in the evening even if nothing went in his favor all day. He is optimistic. I think of his kindness and how he will show compassion when I’m wrong. He’s gracious. I think about his relationship with God and discussing personal realities of Christianity versus our humanity. He submits. I think about his imperfections and how we both desire to do things God’s way but also deal daily with the nips and tucks of the world’s way. He prays. I think about his work and how his purpose gives him energy. He lives. I think about him thinking of my well being above his own. He provides. I think about how he helps those in need even when no one is looking. He serves. I think about his value of family and his contribution to community. He leads. I think about this man who is imperfect but manages to love me above mine. He is wise. I think about our love surviving by grace. When I think of being chosen by love…I think specifically.
I am who I post to be:
I post my joyful pictures to drown out the times of depression.
I post good news to blot out the bad.
I post about love to kill the thoughts of hate.
I post the unity of my family to forget the times of division.
I post photos with friends to make up for moments of loneliness.
I post new and exciting opportunities to cancel out times I was never given a chance.
I post laughter filled moments to push away tearful times.
I post fun times as a reminder to enjoy life.
I post about God because He is love and He is life.
I post my life to encourage others…to find joy beyond melancholy moments.
Today, I was happy. Not to be confused with joy. Even in pain one can have joy. I experience joy but today I was happy. Just happy for no particular reason at all. I’m more aware of and appreciative of happy after experiencing melancholy more than usual. Melancholy likely due to grief but even in those moments, joy has pushed through, and every honest smile from within feels like victory. I win! I was happy today. I say that with sincere and deep gratitude with my whole heart. Sometimes sadness feels like it will last a lifetime and happiness only for a moment. So I choose to acknowledge her (happiness) whenever and however she chooses to arrive. Today, I was happy. Not to be confused with joy but I was happy for no particular reason at all. Happiness…