I have a love.
A love of people. I just really love people.
I love watching how people react to things and what makes them mad versus laugh. How they portray themselves and deal with emotions.
I’ve always considered myself an empathic being.
I’m very emotional. I don’t feel that is a bad trait.
I just really feel things.
Seeing someone I know happy makes me genuinely happy.
My favorite gifts are the ones people get randomly, because they’ve seen something that makes them think of me. Those are also my favorite gifts to give.
I love giving gifts. I love to see a person’s reaction when they really like a gift.
It gives me a rush of adrenaline.
I cry at almost every church service because I just feel it so intensely.
I love with all my heart.
I try to love everyone that way. I don’t know what everyone I see is going through in their life and if my smile can be the only smile they see during the day, then I’m gonna make sure I smile at every person I can.
I try to give all of myself to everything I do.
I put myself where I can be challenged and I can better myself.
Sometimes I hear a song and want to cry because I just feel the singers passion for the lyrics he/she/they is singing and they’re pain/love/anger/happiness, whatever.
being emotional isn’t a bad thing.
Being emotional allows me to step outside of my own box.
It allows me to feel, really feel.
It allows me to treat others with kindness and helps me to see someone else’s side of a story or why blank upsets them.
Being an emotional person doesn’t make me weak, it makes me strong.
It helps me to understand and see other points of view.
It helps me smile through a terminal diagnosis.
Through lung disease, steroids, and all else that has walked through my door in the recent years.
Being in touch with my emotions helps me to tell people how I’m actually feeling.
It helps me to love.
I give those I love my whole heart. I give them everything I have.
I know that I am not the best person in the world and I would never say that I was. I’m not trying to toot my own horn. I have many, many flaws.
But I still know that I’m a good person.
I always try to be a good person.
Some days I falter, some days are hard while others are a walk in the park (which is honestly hard in Louisiana weather anyway 😂).
I’m trying to smile and laugh for however long I have left of this beautiful life.
God loaned me to my beautiful family for an amount of time only He knows.
But that’s all of us.
We are all here an extended amount of time.
We’ve got to live like it.
I’m tired of seeing all the unnecessary drama and hate. We need to love each other and support one another. I don’t care what ethnicity, gender, race or sexuality you are, we are all children of God and we are all brothers and sisters. & I love you. And God loves you.
I will never believe there’s a bad time to praise the Lord. He deserves thanks for all eternity.
I pray that each of you be blessed in the things you have and not have to want for more.
I pray that you can look in the mirror and love what you see. I know what’s it’s like to hate what I see just as much as I know what it’s like to love what I see.
This has been all over the place.
Y’all love, just live with everything you have.
I leave you with a bible verse that stuck with me today:
“If you listen to constructive criticism, you will be at home among the wise.”
Much love ❤️