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Bad attitude, big problem…

It seems that these days we almost idolize having a bad attitude. We celebrate snarky comments and bad behavior and as a very sarcastic young lady myself – I get it.

However, do you have an off switch? 

  • Are you able to put the satire aside long enough to let people get close to you?
  •  Are you constantly afraid to be vulnerable?
  • Are you petrified of people getting to close to you?

                  
Well you my dear, are not just sarcastic… You’re broken. Satire can be a really cool personality trait with witty comebacks and hidden humor – or it can be a danger sign of insecurity.

“Let your speech always be with grace, as though seasoned with salt, so that you will know how you should respond to each person.” ‭‭Colossians‬ ‭4:6‬ ‭NASB‬‬

If this is what scripture says about our speech, are we really following it? That’s not to say you can’t share in a nice healthy retort with close friends and family but if you find yourself using satire or sarcasm to mask how you really feel – stop. 

Take a moment and ask God right in this moment to reveal the hidden matters of your heart. Ask God to show you any fears of intimacy you may be faced with.  

Your attitude just may be causing you problems that can be avoided, especially when there are those who love you and genuinely want to get to know you better. Your constant sarcasm says “I’ll only let you in this far” and creates a brick wall between you and real intimacy.

I know, it’s a coping mechanism I used it myself for years and I still have to pause at times and allow Holy Spirit to check me … So umm, examine your heart and examine what’s really behind your bad attitude.  

Until next time,

Live a little, love a lot, be a blessing!

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Don’t call him my stepdad….

Many complications have risen from me saying “my daddy” and having to specify… But I could never get behind calling the man who raised me and loved me and sacrificed for me – my stepdad. 

Yes, some say a step dad steps in but mine didn’t. He came running to my rescue, running to love me and to bring me flinstones vitamins and McDonald’s. He came running to stick around for me when things got rough. He came running to be my hero, before I ever recognized him as such. He came running when I was in trouble and my mother was ready to shut things down. He came running because I was his princess, to him – I’m too smart to make mistakes. In his eyes I’m too good of a girl to do anything wrong.:. And though his perception is one I have seldom lived up to, I now see how valuable he is. 

He loved me so well, nobody ever questioned whether he was my real dad. He loves me, to this day with everything he has and I never feel like my thank you is enough. I don’t feel like my “I love you daddy” adequately states what my soul really means when I say it.

Thank you for accepting me.

Thank you for choosing to love me.

Thank you for making sacrifices for me, those I know about and those I don’t. 

Thanks for being there whether I had a lizard that scared me or a little girl growing in my belly that did. 

Thank you; not for stepping in but for running to my rescue. 

Thank you for being my hero.

I love you daddy!