The Struggle

The Struggle is real. . . with figurative wounds and literal ones (Confrontations and yes, I fell off a baby bicycle on the Fourth of July and busted my butt!).  Today was definitely a growth day, and the cut on my hand constantly needs my care and attention. Despite the all around physical pain and emotional discomfort, I know that the issues I face in a day have ultimately been won. God can and will handle those things, and I will grow, see God, and be blessed because of them.

It seems as though the most unforgettable days in my life are commemorated by scars. Sometimes I need to be reminded of those times, and I don't mind. It just ensures that I'll always carry those lessons and memories with me.

To The Better Days:

Psalm 23:4                                                                                    ♥ Britt T

*  4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

Just so you know...

how many of these relate to you? O.O

I've got to de-stress.

Dear Anjelica Fernandez,

After distracting myself and keeping busy by putting all my energy into pulling the project together and I just settled on the subject matter, my heart almost couldn't bear it. I have been thinking about you so much this month, it's almost like you're here. I drive by places we frequented as kids, I hear a song we made up our own words to, and I hear exactly how your voice would say something and the exact facial expression. Your laugh. Your smile. It's so real and all these images come back, and that's how I will remember you. You are the beautiful, joyful person who loved so hard and unconditionally. That's who I knew you as. This sadness is not one I can just sleep away, so I look forward to meeting in all the old familiar places. Your spirit will ride with me, it will guide me, and remain. You have impacted my life in ways that I'll never know. I loved you so much in the little time you were here, and everyone who knew you did, too. Rest peacefully, Anjelica. "Everybody loves you!" :)

To The Better Days:

Ecclesiastes 3:1-4                                                                                                 ♥♥♥ Britt T

 *Ecclesiastes 3:1-4  1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: 2 a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, 3 a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, 4 a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance *