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Year Four, Day 241: Lyfted and Self Love

I often have conversations with Lyft drivers that feel divinely inspired.  I recently talked to a Lyft driver who met a young man who works in food service who dreams of music career. The driver told the young man to follow his dream. He told him a story about two nuns that he had heard at a positive thinking seminar. Two nuns see a need for an orphanage in their city to house all the poor orphans. But they are also poor.  They had the property, but no money to build on it. So they started clearing the land on their own, with rakes and hoes.  A rich gentleman drove by and saw them working. He asked them what they were doing. He was so inspired by their hard work and faith, that he wrote a check right then and there to cover all the costs.

Moral of the story, is not to just sit and wish. Dreams don't come true on their own. They are part persiration and inspiration!

The same day I had this conversation, I saw on the internet a post from my dear friend. I reposted with my own message:

"...I'm starting to see it looks like "fishing for compliments" which wasn't the intent.  The intent was to encourage ALL women to realize their worth. "

I also I think these thoughts could apply equally to all genders. We are all worthy. We are all God's children. Why do some of us find it so hard to love ourselves?

Much love to all my friends. Zita 💛💙💜💚❤💞

"🌹 LADIES I challenge you to put this on your status with a picture of yourself because WE ARE WORTH EVERY OUNCE of LOVE.

I've H A T E D this woman...Actually, I've not loved her at all most of her life.

I had heard that she was not pretty. That she was ugly. That she was worthless.

So I've fed her lies and told her she wasn't good enough and have allowed others to tell her she isn't good enough.

I've allowed her to be broken. I've allowed others to treat her disrespectfully. I've allowed her to run through brick walls and battle for others who won't even stand for her.

I couldn't stop others from abandoning her, but I've seen her stand up and be a light for the world and love others despite all that.

I have stood paralyzed by fear while she fought battles in her mind, heart and soul.This woman has screwed up many times as a partner, as a daughter, as a mother and as a friend because she didn't think she was worthy of self love or the love of others.

She has a smart mouth, a stubborn streak, and she has secrets. She has scars because she has a history. She has so, so many scars...

Some people love this woman, some like her, and some don't care for her at all... But she is beginning to love herself.

She has done good in her life, she has done not so good in her life.

Every mistake, failure, trial, disappointment, success, joy and achievement has made her into who she is today.

You can love her or not---but if she loves you she will do it with her whole heart. She is dramatic and sometimes she is scatter-brained. She will not pretend to be who she is not. She will make no apologies for who she is. Never will she again.

This woman is a WARRIOR.She's not perfect, but she has a lot of WORTH.She's UNSTOPPABLE.Gracefully broken, but beautifully standing.

She is LOVE.She is LIFE.She is TRANSFORMATION.She is GRACE.She is BRAVE.... and she will never stop learning or moving forward...She is ME.......💚🌹💞🎵🌟

LADIES I challenge you to put this on your status with a picture of yourself because WE ARE WORTH EVERY OUNCE of LOVE."

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