Tomorrow is another day

I read this today and it got me thinking of how we all do it. We only pray in the times of need, hoping that God will be there to fix our problems or rekindle a broken relationship. we pray for a sick friend, the starving. We pray for ourselves when we need something. I mean, it's not that it's wrong, but what does He get in return?

I'm guilty of this myself. We need to pray in times of trouble but never forget to pray when things are going well. How often to you count your blessings? When you're having a bad day, of course it's not wrong to pray, but when you're having a good day, pray in to be appreciative, to be thankful for the people He put in your life that love and surround you. count your blessings. While it's good to pray for the starving or the sick, why not also do something about it? Bring them food, stay by the sick friends side. It's easy to say a few quick words to God, but it shows true character to show an act of kindness. If you pray-it's great to pray for those in need or for something you need in your life. But before you go to bed, also think of all your blessings.

And for those who don't pray, how many times do you hear people complain or say "I'm having such a bad day"? It's not wrong to state you're having a bad day, but how many times do you hear people say they're having a good day, or make a positive comment about things? Not nearly as much. It's all in your ability to turn a situation around. When you're having a bad day, laugh it off. Find something good in it. Tomorrow is another day. Just remember to be thankful for the days you have that are amazing. Pay attention to the good and the happy times you're having, not just the bad, and you'll be a happier person. ♥

Easy Come, Easy Go

You know how whenever you first meet someone, the question crosses your mind: friend of foe?
I remember TB telling me how the first second you allow someone to be close to you, you have given them the permission to break you.
In the earliest stage, it isn't quite so bad, only little fibers of adoration that resemble silky spider web seems to link your brain and your heart to this object/character of desire. If you end it at this point, you can more or less just brush it off and move on.
Moving on to stage two, this is where those fibers start having little fish hooks on the ends and it takes more effort than a simple brushing off to detach by now.
The final stage of attachment is when the association is so strong, the fibers are no longer just thin strands, but is a rope composed of those fibers and the hooks are now rooted into your heart. When you yank the hooks out, there seems to be an eternal bleeding. The scar is hideous, and it seems as if your muscle has learned to grow around the hook that it does not help the situation whatsoever.

I really don't know how long we will last, how we will end, how many ups and downs we will go through...
But I'm hoping that I won't be disappointed, or that you won't hurt me.

Love isn't an easy come, easy go.