I heard a tale today that I hoped wasn’t true… Someone said you’re leaving, and now I’m feeling blue.
So many years of long talks, aimless wanders, and having a blast… Who will I look to now to find all those laughs?
You left without a word, without a whisper, or a nod… You left and sent the mention like tossing seed out on the sod.
I’m left with so many questions, doubts and disbelief… Yet, maybe you had to take that exit to get some relief.
I’ll choose to not be angry or hold onto any hurt… For many friendships have seasons, and others take deep root in the dirt.
I’ll take my cares to the One who knows how to heal… And let all the rest blow like dandelions in the field.
8/7/25 – MG
You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. 13 Instead of the thornbush will grow the juniper, and instead of briers the myrtle will grow. This will be for the Lord’s renown, for an everlasting sign, that will endure forever.
This statement rings true in so many relationships.
So many are only surface deep.
Never enduring the hard days to witness the true character.
Never persevering the rain to find the rainbow.
How you approach a friendship tells a lot about your character.
How you delicately cherish or nonchalantly cast aside the relationship says more about you than about them.
Some people are only meant to be with you for a moment.
But those who stick around for the duration, they are worthy of the depths of your soul.
Where will your depth take you?
Your affliction is incurable, Your wound is severe. There is no one to plead your cause, That you may be bound up; You have no healing medicines. All your lovers have forgotten you; They do not seek you; For I have wounded you with the wound of an enemy, with the chastisement of a cruel one, for the multitude of your iniquities, Because your sins have increased. Why do you cry about your affliction? Your sorrow is incurable. Because of the multitude of your iniquities, Because your sins have increased, I have done these things to you. ‘Therefore all those who devour you shall be devoured; And all your adversaries, every one of them, shall go into captivity; Those who plunder you shall become plunder, and all who prey upon you I will make a prey. For I will restore health to you And heal you of your wounds,’ says the Lord, ‘Because they called you an outcast saying: “This is Zion; No one seeks her.” ’
“Thus says the Lord:
‘Behold, I will bring back the captivity of Jacob’s tents, and have mercy on his dwelling places; the city shall be built upon its own mound, and the palace shall remain according to its own plan. Then out of them shall proceed thanksgiving and the voice of those who make merry; I will multiply them, and they shall not diminish; I will also glorify them, and they shall not be small.
Sometimes, it’s just hard to deal with certain humans.
If we’re being honest, you know it’s true.
Yet, just as it’s important to walk away from toxicity and dangerous relationships, it’s also important to be able to discern those who might be in a bad mood and those who are truly damaging.
And this distinction can truly make or break a leader.
Come to the wrong conclusion, and you can damage a relationship, a ministry, a group of people, and even a home.
Assume a friend is a foe, and you lose a covenant and companion for life.
Suppose a foe is a friend, and you may walk away wounded and scarred, or worse, you can find yourself enclosed in a cage of emotion.
Presume inaccurately on either side, and you can wound the most innocent among you.
Judge incorrectly, and the grace needed to make amends can sometimes be insurmountable.
So, step carefully and evaluate slowly.
Learn to recognize warning signs and decipher welcome flags.
Acknowledge personal hangups and triggers and work harder to overcome.
Create an atmosphere of curiosity and courage and allow for input from the older, wiser sages near you.
Open your heart wide and your ears and eyes even wider.
And above all, if you believe in the One who created you, pray and ask Him to guide, not only in the final decision but to the people who can help lead you in that direction.
A friend can be hidden from immediate view because the search is always an adventure.
A foe can be veiled from initial sight because the desire for communion is always a heart’s home.
Friend or foe, learning the difference is essential.
Open rebuke is better Than love carefully concealed.
Faithful are the wounds of a friend, But the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.
Proverbs 27:5-6
Ointment and perfume delight the heart, And the sweetness of a man’s friend givesdelight by hearty counsel.
Sometimes, we carry too heavy of a load. Sometimes, we carry too heavy of a load alone.
And it’s not Biblical.
Now, I know. We don’t need to be wimpy Christians. I know we need to rely on Christ for all we need. I know we need to be faith filled and encouraging and strong.
Yet, He told us to share the load, too. He told us to be the Body of Christ, each one having a part to play. He also told us when one mourns, we all mourn. When one rejoiced, we all rejoice.
So, don’t carry your load alone.
Share it with someone. Ask for prayer. Ask for help. Ask for a hand to be lended. And let them lift your load.
Don’t steal their blessing when they want to pay. Don’t shut them out when they want to pray. Don’t turn your back when they come to offer comfort and love.
You’ll be surprised as your load is lifted how much more of theirs you’re able to help carry.
Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
Galatians 6:2
For as the body is one and has many members, but all the members of that one body, being many, are one body, so also is Christ…But now indeed there are many members, yet one body. And the eye cannot say to the hand, “I have no need of you”; nor again the head to the feet, “I have no need of you.” No, much rather, those members of the body which seem to be weaker are necessary…And if one member suffers, all the members suffer with it; or if one member is honored, all the members rejoice with it.
Thinking about convos I’ve had over the past several days and how I’m thankful for the Body of Christ.
Hear me. You don’t have to be in the same church to be the Body. You don’t have to be in the same seasons of life. You don’t have to run your households the same way. You don’t even have to be in the same state.
You just have to walk in agreement, following the same God, and BE THE BODY.
Recently, I called a lady who had visited our church on Sunday simply because they had friends there, and they had “a day off” from their congregation because of a building move situation. She was a pastor’s wife, too. She encouraged me as she spoke about the great things of our church, the great message my husband preached, and the refreshing they needed and felt while they worshipped with us. She thanked me, and we prayed for each other.
THIS is being the Body, my friends.
I had another conversation in which I just listened as my friend shared her struggles with a health issue. Cancer. All the fears, transitions, frustrations, and unwanted prognosis while attempting to hold onto faith in a faithful and loving God, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that He’s still God.
Another conversation was filled with excitement and heartache as her son moves away to college, and while she misses him terribly, she knows he’s at the right place, in the right season, doing the right thing. This conversation was concluded by a hand on an arm, a strong look in the eyes, and one friend telling another, “It will be an adjustment, but you enjoy this new season of time with your husband. Focus on putting your attention on him and his on you…Empty nesting can be fun!”
Another in which the wife is watching a terrible disease daily rob her husband’s quality of life, and there’s nothing she can do about it but pray. This conversation didn’t amount to words of solution or even of any words I felt could be of great comfort, except, “God is with you, and please, tell us how to help (because we won’t impose, but we’re here).”
In all these, the Body was being the Body as it should be. Carrying one another’s burdens. Being there, not just in word and deed, but simply in presence and love. Sharing the raw, unedited feelings of the heart and not shielding it out of pride, isolation or fear.
If you’re not a believer, you may have no idea what I’m talking about. And that’s ok.
But if you are a believer in the One True God…
Let’s BE THE BODY, Church. ❤️
“Bear ye one another’s burdens. For in this, you the law of Christ.”
I love where I live because it’s beautiful, quaint, and comfortable. It’s also filled you all kinds of options. I’ve always been a “small town girl,” and while growing up, I always thought I’d live in the same small town forever, raising my kids and living in a “little white house with a little white picket fence.”
Well, God kinda had different plans for me. Since moving from my home town, I’ve lived in 2 states, 5 towns, and 1 city. I’ve gone to 3 schools, lived in 12 houses, and have been actively involved in 6 churches. And 3 of those towns have been while raising our sons. But each have been small towns, at least in the scale of metropolitan areas.
And truthfully, I’ve loved every town I’ve lived in. That’s just being content in where you are and who you’re with, but that’s another blog for another day.
So, you ask why I love where I live… it’s a small town that really has grown quite a bit since we moved here. However, we live on the outskirts of town, and we don’t normally deal with the busier side. Our city officials have taken great care to beautify the downtown, moderate what comes in and out, and worked hard to keep that “small town feel” to the area.
I love our church, the people, and the atmosphere of community and family. I love our neighborhood that is well kept, and the people are always friendly. I love that we’re located just minutes from the lake, a few more minutes from the mountains, and less than an hour from a major city. So, you can be anywhere you want within a short amount of time. And I love that we live in an area where people still long for togetherness and a sense of camaraderie among the (smaller) masses.
And I believe that’s what builds love for where you live. When it’s all about you and yours and competition, stress, strife, and success, I believe you loose that sense of community and forsake care and compassion for cutthroat self ambition and ego.
You don’t have to live in a small town to achieve this, but I think it helps. However, I’ve had friends who live living in a big city, and they have still accomplished this by creating a community of family, whether it be in their neighborhoods, churches, or workplace. Where it is doesn’t matter as much as with whom it is. If you are gathered together with likeminded people, accomplishing a common goal for a greater purpose, that sense of family and belonging will naturally arise.
So, what about you? What do you love about where you live?
Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep. Be of the same mind toward one another. Do not set your mind on high things, but associate with the humble. Do not be wise in your own opinion. Repay no one evil for evil. Have regard for good things in the sight of all men. If it is possible, as much as depends on you, live peaceably with all men.
An ancient boundary would be a place set up by forefathers to make territory, valued land, and a home.
Oxford says it’s a line that marks the limit of an area.
Webster describes it as something that indicates or fixes a limit or extent.
A definition I like is a dividing line.
Because truthfully, that’s exactly what a boundary in a relationship is. It’s the start and stop of what I’m willing to tolerate to allow you close proximity me.
And we all have them. We all set them. Intentionally and non-intentionally.
We set them for random dogs that run up to us on the street. We set them for rulers and dictators who want to control. We set them for arbitrary strangers in public. We set them for our boss, our coworkers, our friends.
And yet, when it comes to loved ones or family, sometimes, we question if boundaries are appropriate. Are they needed? And are they valid?
Instead of answering this forthrightly, let me answer with a question.
If you so easily set that boundary for the arbitrary stranger that you may never see again, why would that person get more attention for your thoughts than the ones with whom you are closest?
Let that settle in and mull it over for a minute.
If you set a boundary for that stranger, as in they can’t just simply steal from you without a fight, why would you allow a loved one to continually steal your peace of mind day after day?
If you set a boundary for that ruler or boss in your life, as in he or she isn’t going to come into your home and rearrange your life without resistance, why would you allow a child to walk in and wreak havoc in your abode?
If you set a boundary for that random dog you encounter, as in it will not jump on you, eat whats in your hand or dispose of itself on you without a kick, shove, yell or simple walk away, why would you allow a family member everyday to do the very same things, even if it is a mental or emotional act of abuse?
When someone is unruly, disrespectful, overbearing, self centered, or selfish in their regard to someone else, sometimes, you’re going to have to decide how much you will tolerate and then, set a boundary for no more.
It doesn’t matter if they don’t like it.
It doesn’t matter if they agree.
It doesn’t even matter if their feelings are hurt, and they say so.
What matters is the peace of mind that comes when the line is drawn and sanity is found.
What matters is the love that returns when the fence is erected and a calm is found within its limits.
Set those boundaries. Stand your ground.
And begin to breathe again.
Do not remove the ancient landmark Which your fathers have set.
There is so much truth to this statement that it’s almost difficult to add anything to it.
Too often, we continually try to change people to fit what we need, or better yet, we work hard to “lead them” to a better place to accommodate who we are and who we are becoming.
But people are people.
You might can lead them well, and when that is feasible, by all means, carry on. But when it is someone who is bringing constant harm to you or to someone you love, be careful giving your time. Because you’re also giving your love, your thoughts, and eventually someone else’s flesh more than just your own.
When it’s toxicity, abuse, or dysfunction we’re talking about, step back and evaluate what you’re truly letting go of:
Peace of mind. Peace in your home.
Love in your heart. Love in your surroundings.
Sanity. Sanity in your loved ones.
If these things are given up for the sake of family, friendship , or other relationships, is it really worth it?
Sometimes, you have to hear what someone is saying, see what they are doing, and understand they are who they are. This is a a choice. And you f it doesn’t line up with the peace, love and sanity you need for your life and for those within your charge, then by all means,
Step away.
You both will be better for it.
As a dog returns to his own vomit, So a fool repeats his folly. Do you see a man wise in his own eyes? There is more hope for a fool than for him.
My journey didn’t stop with mere time travel or writing; it led me to become one of the most sought-after empaths, a soulful psychic who reads the hidden depths of the human spirit. I’ve been blessed—or perhaps burdened—with an ability that allows me to feel the emotions of people from every corner of time.
I am a licensed psychologist based in Greece. My love for housekeeping has inspired me to create this blog about home management and family relationships. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing!
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