Sorry to anyone who read my last post. Also not sorry. I mean this is my blog. Where I can express myself unaplogetically correct?
Anyways, this post isn’t about that. Yet it also kinda is. This post is about standing up for yourself. For what you believe in. I believe that if you love someone who try every avenue of working out problems. You figure out wat works. . And what doesn’t. You learn together and that will help you love together.
I believe that you shouldn’t let someone come between you and your spouse, not a family member, not a friend, not a co-worker. NO ONE. well ok you can let God come between you but if he comes between you then maybe you shouldn’t be each other’s spouses to begin with. But that’s another topic for another post.
I believe that you should build each other up not tear each other down.
Stand up for yourself but also stand up for them. Help them find the fireflies in life while.you look for your own. This one doesn’t just go for spouses this goes for everyone. Sometimes helping someone else see some Fireflies shows you your own.
Keep searching for fireflies.
I posted a picture on my social media today. I didn’t look at it for ten minutes. I don’t take twelve to chose from. I took one and I posted it. Sure I added a filter but I didn’t try every one.
That was a first. I’m praying it won’t be the last time though because it felt freeing. I’m so tired of trying to impress everyone. I want to be happy and love the life I live and by loving under the thought that everyone else’s opinion matters won’t let me do that. I’m slowly seeing the Fireflies through the fog of the rest of society and man, they are BRIGHT.
Keep searching for Fireflies.
If you were a kid in the south you probably spent many warm summer nights with a jar or some sort of container looking for a twinkle of light. Just a quick flash that signaled a firefly. As a kid I just saw fireflies an as excuse to stay out after dark and run around with neighbor kids. It was just a tradition, nothing of real importance.
As I got older I started having anxiety attacks and falling into these depressions that I couldn’t control and sometimes just wanted to give in to. There were several times in my teen years that I wanted to give in to the thought that people’s lives would be better without me. When I got into those moments I tried my hardest to focus on the things I’d been told growing up. Focus on the bible verses and praying.
See I raised myself in church. I started going at four, by myself on a bus. My family didn’t start going for another four or five years. So church was important to me longer than it was to my family but sometimes it felt like they shoved it in my face and forced me to try to rely on it when I was faltering in my faith. Looking back im glad they did, but that’s a different story for a diffrent post.
Anyways, one night I was having one of my “episodes” and decided to sit on my porch. It was probably late April early May and I’m just sitting on my porch stairs staring at the sky praying for God to give me a sign. To show me any kind of sign that there was some hope for me and for my life. and just as I finished praying and opened my eyes I see it. The first Firefly of the season. It may seem silly but I took that as my sign that even in the dark night of my light there was a Firefly of hope. that there was even just a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. that everything would be ok.
I am glad I took that sign, most days. I am not going to lie sometimes it is hard. I struggle but I always look for that firefly of hope. This is how I make it through, by searching for fireflies.