A wise woman once said:

"Happiness is spiritual, born of Truth and Love. It is unselfish; therefore it cannot exist alone, but requires all mankind to share it."

Why Love?

Why love? Why love when we can be selfish? Why love when it hurts? I will love because I can, because I know not what the person next to me has seen or heard.
I can, and that, in itself, is powerful. I can be light when I see none, I can be love when I feel none. I can. I can love, even when it troubles me. I love when the ocean roars, when I'm swallowed whole and nothing sustains me. I can love....as much as it kills me, I love. That's it, let me die, let me be so that I may smell of this love that brings something I can not. Love is more than adoration, more than inspiration, it is deep. You must love self to embrace the unfathomable.
Love, why do you not let me go? Why am I of worth? Why does love continue to call me? Love is here, rooted within my inmost being. Stirring my passion to seek more. More love, burning my unmanageable, unrestrainable heart. This love that has unimaginably perforated my soul.........keeps me in awe. I am no longer lost when it comes to this love. I no longer have to mourn over the death of my flesh. Love fills my cup with mercy and directs me to the right path. Love forgives and I must love.

Brief

Lonely and confused, don't know quite what to do. I'm sad and afraid, think I've lost my way. This pain inside is more than just some stupid roller coaster ride. Don't know who to trust, just consider my thoughts as dust. Longing to be more than someones ornament on their door. Looking for a place to feel comfort and grace.

Stubborn people

Stubborn people sometimes stick their noses in other peoples business. What up wid dat? They literally think that their way is the ONLY way. It is so sad and quite disturbing. Nobody is perfect and instead of attempting to make peace, they are just creating more drama. It is sweet that someone cares enough to stick their nose in your business, yet maybe not appropriate. Only God can dictate and orchestrate, we are clueless. Hoping to make a difference and assuming that we know best, but it is pride and pride (unfortunately) comes before a fall. Be careful to judge, because what goes around eventually comes right back at'cha! If anything....what we can do to exemplify Christ, is to pray and love. Love with our hands and our feet, love with a servants heart and a listening ear. To love with what we have means to love with and not our piercing tongues or striking looks. Challenging, most definitely! I too, am at fault when it comes to being unrelenting. This is why I need a Saviour, someone to show me how to love when I have failed to love. Why I desperately am in dire need of hope, when the world around me has crashed into a thousand pieces because of the theories I created. I am acquainted with how messed up I am and the mistakes I've made, yet God accepts me as I am. He holds me and will nourish me back to health.....for His glory.

It's almost that time of year...

The holidays are approaching and I told the kids it would be a small Christmas. I know a lot of people are in the same boat as myself, yet Christ was born and crucified for us. The only reason we should be celebrating is JESUS! We always wake up Christmas morning and read the birth of Jesus then, we make a birthday cake for Him and sing 'Happy Birthday'! It's crazy fun!
This year, I'm totally excited that a friend of mine is planning on sharing God's love in such a REAL way. Please check her blog out and maybe you can help........ http://babycarlisleedwards.blogspot.com/

Tis the season to be jolly no matter what you've been through. Embrace His presence and let Him shine through your every action and emotion.

Love and hugs,

Kara

Why I love ice cream....

Yes, as a fitness instructor of 10 years I have this incredible, uncontrollable habit of eating ice cream. You see, it started at a very young age. My beloved father would make it from scratch on our back porch. He would stir the ingredients in this magical, blue pail until (wa-la!) the most magnificent ice cream in the world appeared. I would not leave his side until I got my bowl. He had this crazy fetish of eating this insanely, cold food almost every other day. No wonder he was labeled the best dad and grandpa in the south, right! One time when I was growing up -in the 80's, he was making our favorite snack and a lizard crawled up his pant leg...so, he started, what is now known as, the stomp. It was so funny! This was the defining moment that I knew my dad had rhythm. I was rolling over with laughter, so I can't remember if the lizard survived or not. Everytime my father ate ice cream he would stop and stare, BRAIN FREEZE. No matter how much it hurt he would finish it off. It was just too yummy. The last few months of his life, he craved this most cherished treat. So, I would pick some of my popular choices up from the grocery store and we'd sit on the back porch eating a little piece of heaven on earth. I giggle over the time when he gave me his ice cream and grabbed my prize flavor (Haagen-Dazs: vanilla with honey) to taste and then he proceeded to eat the WHOLE pint, not leaving any for me.
I adore ice cream, it takes me to a place of memories and comfort. It reminds me -that no matter what, to finish it. To finish what I started, that I may get a few brain freezes along the way yet, if I don't finish I'll never know how juicy, sweet life can be. The times where you can relish in laughter and zeal. Endure the hard times, the struggles you may encounter, so that you can garner the rich moments.....the ones that feel completely yummy in the depths of your tummy.

No reason....just rhyme

I've assessed, I'm depressed due to the fact that I've repressed pain and sorrow from compressed memories. So is this really best, or am I obsessed with the mess? Yes, you are unimpressed with my chest so why don't you just give it a rest. Stop being so possessed by your dress and the quest to be blessed. I miss feeling caressed and guess its leaving the nest, so my simple request is that your zest be pressed away from me towards the west. For now it seems as if your vest has suppressed my heart, which I suggest is distressed. Leave, because I finally confessed.