accept my uncertainties
I accept my insecurities
I accept me not knowing where I'm going
I accept not knowing who I am
I accept being confused
I accept people not understanding me
I accept being alone
I accept having depression and me not able to explain myself
I accept me being me
I will not change for anyone
I will be me, who God created
I may change some on my own from lessons learned,
but I will always hold onto my true self
I have a purpose and I will fulfill it
I have much to give and I will give it
No-one will come along and change,
my goals, pursuits or beliefs
I am who I am- - accept or leave it
Heidi Sands
5/16/26
(C)opyright
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Accept God's Gifts
God's graces are perfected by His gifts
These supernatural presents help us avoid mischiefs
Wisdom & knowledge make us aware of our actions
Understanding & counsel make us realize our situations
Piety keeps us holy and worthy of reverence
Fortitude strengthens our faith and sustains our patience
Fear of the Lord prevents us from sinning!
-12/05/2015
(Dumarao)
*29th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
Please, accept a demonic life
A sinner, a guilty wrote these lines
I am a bad soul in law of human level
But this is not true, my life here is a torture
I am your bad boy. A bad man
Give me light, give me a bed, a stove
The heat of your stove, and kiss, and pillow
I want, I want to sleep after your dinner
I am hungry, a poor knight errant. Tired life
A touch, a hug, a nice word, honest eyes, cure me
Give, please, open your door, a chance
Give me a chance, I want to change my life
Yes, yes. Then I will be a husband, yours, yours
Children dancing in our home
You are my wife, ruler of our house
I am a farmer, a worker, a family keeper
I want the love of home
I want a home of love
Lady, lady!
Woman, woman!
Be my end!
Be my love!
Be
Home
Delete
Please
A demonic life
Forever!
If onions didn't cry
Then how would my eyes sting?
If knives didn't bleed,
Then how would my wounds be sharpened?
If flowers didn't shone,
Then how would the sun have bloomed?
If I don't die,
Then how would It be known that I had lived?
Why need to accept psychology?
Why? The human-made principles?
All are false. Dark. Smoke. Not the God
Not the Truth. Not the ancient texts
Modern human sciences are poisoning life
Yes. My life too. Psychology. Anti-moralism
God gave nature. Modern science rules God’s
God. God’s nature. Look around. Destroyed nature
I want to get back my life. The Nature. The God
Without the human-made science. Psychology
I have a Bible. That is the psychology. By God
My Bible was written by God
I don’t want psychology in my life
I want to be free
From psychology
I want Light
Not the Dark
As a part of life,
there are things
You may learn to accept without understanding,
and understand without accepting.
They exist, woven into the fabric of life.
You made peace with their presence,
whether through acceptance or comprehension.
But not through conviction.
For conviction demands both:
acceptances and to understanding,
not as a compromise,
but as absolutes.
I promise to stand firmly by your side, steadfast and sincere, regardless of the obstacles we may encounter on our journey together. In those long, challenging nights when the weight of the day pulls you down, I will be there, holding you closely, providing warmth and solace. There is no distance too great for me to travel just to witness the brilliance of your smile, which illuminates my world and fills my heart with joy. I pledge to uplift your spirits when you find yourself feeling low, offering comfort in your darkest hours to help dissolve your fears and dry your tears. Every moment shared with you is a precious gift, and I cannot imagine a future that does not include you. You have fundamentally changed my life, enriching it with joy and love that I had never known before. Our union feels like destiny, and while our time may seem limited, my devotion to you is everlasting. I ask you to accept this heart as a symbol of the unwavering love I will always cherish for you.
The boulevard of life
has no exit ramps,
Some find luxury
others homeless camps.
A single stop sign
lies at each road’s end,
But we never view things
beyond the next bend.
Each mile that we travel
we encounter another test,
Some, hold fast to faith
while feeling blessed.
We travel each mile
without thought or care,
While one day discovering
our vehicle shows wear.
Our fuel is most gone
and we cannot replenish,
But Jesus is the way
for our life trip’s finish.
God gave us a road map
offered without cost,
But too many didn’t accept it
and at their stop sign were lost.
Whom am I in the endless plot of fate?
Your perfect perfection used as bait.
Whom am I to reject perfection’s grace,
Amidst my turmoil in karma’s embrace.
I sought not, yet there you stood,
A calm in my storm, I never understood.
You were the answer to my whispers unheard,
A soft light to which my shadow was led.
An eternity I proclaimed to all,
And yet the stars foretold my fall.
Neither a mistake nor surprise,
Just karma playing a master of disguise.
I held your presence like borrowed time,
Too precious for my touch yet too real to define.
In your arms time froze,
And from those shards dreams rouse,
Pulled apart not by will but by fate,
To only soul that made me feel sane,
Even when I wander ,even alone,
You will forever be my home.
The weight of "sorry" sits upon my tongue,
A constant offering, for battles unsung.
For edges sharp, or corners not quite square,
For being me, and breathing in this air.
I tire of the bending, the subtle self-erasure,
The molding to a shape that brings more pleasure
To eyes that watch, and judgments quick to fly,
As if my truest form deserves to die.
This weariness descends, a heavy cloak,
Each forced concession, another heartstroke
I yearn for open arms, a gaze that sees,
The soul beneath, just wanting to be at ease.
Oh, for that single moment, clear and bright,
When "this is me" is met with pure delight.
No need to mend, no need to rearrange, Just acceptance whole, a beautiful exchange.
For once, I wish the world would understand,
The strength it takes to simply take my stand.
To be myself, unburdened and set free,
And finally, just accepted for being me.
How to annunciate position as general of the Hague
Would you become a general for us my dear’s
Little does my mind rest
Wailing and scraping at the walls of my brain
The feeling of being lost forefront
Guiding lights leading me astray
To find the end an impossible outcome
Yet lying down to die not even a choice
Trying to break the patterns I’ve set
Failing to change who I am
Maybe I don’t need to change
Just find a way to accept myself
Though my mind may never rest again
I refuse to let the static kill me anymore
When the seconds don't flow with energy.
Don't wish to fight for the space, to be seen.
Essence doesn't fetch you double jeopardy.
Thoughts break through their own fences on the screen.
When I connect through pages of aged time.
My limbs that have run wild, now siesta.
The years lullabies and nursery rhyme,
being snapped away by an orchestra.
Tomorrow's melody, melting away.
Connect often with family and friend.
I admit my hair has turned silver gray.
Life's last journey - we will meet at the end.
10 syllables per line
Staunch is our Lord, friend anywhere,
True friend, like jewel, precious and rare,
Everlasting blessings guides,
Accept true love at our sides,
Devoted to leading to divine,
Founded great faith, yours and mine,
Acknowledge each human race,
Steady path, His immortal face,
Trust God's bridge to mortal grace.
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