Happy journey🚀. Be Wise who you choose to travel with. 😉 https://video.nostr.build/4b2076521b69976f779a47d1a021338a003b15856228d293b66c01f2745105df.mp4 If you Ask me, I say children and child minded are The best company ❤️☀️🙏
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"The highest honor of friendship isn't getting invited to "that party" or out on a girls weekend. It's not clinking champagne glasses at fancy brunches or wearing matching shirts on a beach in Florida. That all is nice and fun and good and special, but it's not what it's about, not at all.
The real honor of friendship is being invited into someone's REAL.
It's getting asked to pray for them, getting an invitation into the nitty gritty, the not-so-pretty, the hard stuff, the vulnerable stuff, the weird stuff, the unpolished stuff. It's being welcomed into a home where the sink is full of dishes and the laundry is covering the couch. It's entering the places of heart ache and pain.
It's being invited to the hospital room when your friend is still in her mesh underwear from birth. It's sitting crosslegged in old sweats on the floor and laughing till you cry. It's carrying around secrets that you've been trusted to keep. It's listening and hearing. It's holding space for each other. It's answering phone calls just to talk something through.
The highest honor of friendship isn't found in beautifully planned events or brightly filtered photos.
The highest honor of friendship is messy and dingy and real. It's in unfiltered photos of laughing so hard your double chin is showing. It's loving each other's babies and holding each other while you ugly cry.
I can't stress this enough:
If you've been invited into even one person's real, you are blessed.
Cherish it.
Love,
Jess
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by God
🦅🔥She is too much, she goes too deep, behind her back they say. She is too kind, she’s too caring, she is too loving they say.
She’s too excited, she’s too giving, she is too honest, they say. She says and does things, we’d never do or say.
She’s too genuine, she’s too nice, she is too full on, they say. She’s too positive, she’s too hopeful, she is too strong they say.
She is too brave, she’s too helpful, she is just too real, they say.
We aren’t like her, we like to pretend,
And certainly do not want to be her friend.
When the positive is so misunderstood,
When they just don’t see what they should.
She is a girl who feels everyone’s pain,
Who wants to help and doesn’t seek to gain.
She brings light and a helping hand,
She fights for ones in need without end.
But you don’t see this, you don’t understand,
You do not take her helping hand.
She is not too much or full on, or wrong,
She does not see weak in you, only strong.
But pride is a poison and it rules most,
Leaving behind all that is lost.
She speaks the truth that is hard to hear,
But facing it brings you nothing but fear.
And you, fearing the positive and kind,
Making a choice that leaves only you behind.
She comes and gives you the key to the door,
That leads to abundance, freedom and more.
The key that she gives you, the change that you need,
The life you deserve and your dreams indeed.
But you don’t believe her, you don’t take the key,
You say no to finally being happy and free.
The girl that says things nobody dares,
The one getting the whispers and stares.
And then she is gone, she just walks away,
She did all she could but it’s your way.
Her only mission was your happiness and desire,
But she is way too much for you after all, SHE IS FIRE.
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🎨Christian Schole, "Portrait of a Heart"