“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.