Writing Me Love Letters

Dearest,

You made it. I am proud of you.

I know becoming a teacher scares you. You have never imagined becoming one. Not in your wildest dreams. But i am here for you, and i love you. You'll gonna be fine if this is what truly God wants you to do. It is going to be okay. I know it feels surreal right now because for a long time you never have had dreams for yourself. You don't know what to do(haha). You just want your mom to be happy. Well now, look around because the ground is fertile. The seed has been planted. My little gardener, you're gonna plow and sweat and work really hard, don't worry you are going to enjoy it. I hope you do. It would all be worth it. Once the seed will grow, your heart will grow also; tenderly, i hope.

Don't be afraid of the future. Be afraid of being careless with the now.

I love you. In this moment i love you.
You are not alone.
I am here for you.


S.

Journal Entry 10/15/14

The more i fall into sin the more i become compassionate towards other people .The more i fail the more tolerable other people's sins seem to be. My weaknesses destroy any illusions of self-righteousness i may have. The more I fall the more I grow and the more I leave space for others to grow too.  I think i know now what St Paul meant when he said when i am weak then i am strong. What seems to be negative can hide some positives. What may be painful can bring an experience of healing. Everything is grace. Indeed it is.

#paradox