Introduction:

Originally written in March 2024, I can now see how much my spirit was being stretched. What felt like pressure then became practice—muscle memory, really. These days, before my feet even hit the floor, I’m already thanking the Lord for breath, for family, for blessings I never saw coming. I’m healthier than I ever imagined I’d be. Life is good—still Earth, so… still messy—but I’m not complaining. I know what’s waiting for me on the other side. And that makes all the difference.
My faith.
Jesus.
So… how are you living?

Skelly-

The Thankful Cure-

Straight to the point: God’s not handing you more blessings if you can’t appreciate what He’s already given you. You will 100% keep getting the same lesson in different forms until you learn it… So just learn!

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about frustration and complaining—but from new angles. See, I don’t want my bad days to spill into someone else’s joy. Even when things are messy or I’m struggling, I don’t want to carry that energy around like a fog. Because life can throw some pretty lousy curveballs- Don’t I know! And while it’s okay to pause, rest, and feel the weight of it all… we can’t give up. Not if we want to grow.

I’m working on remembering that. Even now, in the middle of my own stress swirl, I’ve decided to start every morning with one thing: Gratitude. Before my feet even hit the floor, I want my first thought to be thank you. Not ugh, again? Or what now?—Just thank You, LORD.

And no, this doesn’t mean I have it all together. It means I’m trying. It means I’m choosing trust over control. I’m reminding myself daily that God is already in tomorrow. He’s ahead of me, holding the pieces I can’t see yet.

If I need sleep, I’m going to take the nap. If I feel overwhelmed, I’m giving myself permission to pause. The to-do list will wait. And if I need to say “not right now” or even “no” to get a little peace, then I’m going to say it—with love and without guilt.

That includes making time to write again. I’ve missed it more than I realized. It brings me back to myself and to God. And I’m ready to reconnect with both.

I’m learning to accept the rhythm of life—the good days, the bad ones, the ones that just feel weird. Living in community means bumping into other people’s messes, intentions, and misunderstandings. And while I wish everyone had kind hearts and clean motives, they don’t. Some folks cheer for your downfall, and others don’t even notice the weight you carry.

But here’s the thing: I don’t answer to them.

I answer to the Holy Spirit. That still, small voice. The whisper that says “speak” when I’d rather stay silent, and “stay quiet” when I want to shout. That voice that redirects me away from the things that only feel good and nudges me toward what is right. It’s hard to know what is what, but that is why it is important to spend time with Jesus.

So here’s my plan:
I’m not catching the contagious bitterness.
I’m not giving fear a megaphone.
I’m not letting complaining become my soundtrack.

I’m trusting that God is here. Right here.
And I’m choosing joy—even if it takes a little work.

🤍SK-

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