“Sometimes, we already know all the lines. Believe me, we know.
We know that our suffering will not last for a lifetime. Continue reading En~Courager
“Sometimes, we already know all the lines. Believe me, we know.
We know that our suffering will not last for a lifetime. Continue reading En~Courager
“When you decide to fight against the wind, to kick against the thorns, to swim against the waves, or tell the thunder to be silent, you fight a lost battle.
I love grey skies. I celebrate the melancholy of them.
I know that many may count this a fault.
How can you love something so depressing?
How do you not feel blue at the sight of so much grey? I am asked.
So I respond.
Your love is just there so you can get a good sleep at night.
It tastes of grease.
It does not feel like home, it feels like faux pas.
From your manipulation i learnt resistance.
“Sometimes, we already know all the lines. Believe me, we know.
We know that our suffering will not last for a lifetime.
We know that our struggles will end someday soon.
We know that tomorrow may truly be better.
We understand that a happy disposition is better than a sad one.
We realize that our pain will heal and fade away.
Yet,
We still need someone to say to us ‘don’t worry. don’t be sad. don’t cry’. We still want to hear the words ‘everything will be okay’.
Hearing the phrase ‘tomorrow will be better’ awakens our spirit and gets us on our feet.
having someone say to us ‘Do not be afraid’, ‘be of good cheer my friend, my brother, my sister, my neighbor’ never gets old.
Finally when they say to us ‘it is well with you’, our hearts begin to soar in the clearer skies of relief.
Believe me, this world can never tire for an oversupply of encouragers.”
~ Sandra C. Obiora
Thought for today: Are you an encourager, encouraged, or both?
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“When you decide to fight against the wind, to kick against the thorns, to swim against the waves, or tell the thunder to be silent, you fight a lost battle.
You simply need to read the waves, trace your fingers along the thorns, embrace the joyous assault of the wind, and listen to the many words of the thunder.
For only in this manner can you realize the contradictory beauty of life. The true essence of our different realities.”
~ Sandra C. Obiora