The Power In Change

They say (whoever "they" are) that change is like shedding one's skin, allowing a more beautiful, vibrant, and refreshed "You" to emerge. I think that "they" might just be right. This time.

Have you ever stopped to look at yourself from the outside looking in? When was the last time you stopped the self induced drama long enough to take a good, long, candid look at YOU?

YOU are your own best friend; or, at least you should be. Would you tell your BFF that she was right, even when she wasn't? Would you want her to learn, grow, and be shown, with love, where she might have made a more effective transition, a more honest choice, or taken a more scenic route? Of course you would...so then, don't you want this for yourself?

Gracefully accept your joyful mission to spread more joy, starting with YOU. Openly welcome the lessons, the disagreements, the efforts, and most of all, the inevitable Change.

Thoughts become words. Words become actions. Actions become habits. Habits become character. Character becomes Destiny.

There is always room for improvement; accept change; embrace growth, and enrich your spirit.

You're worth it.


~Elle

Do not be afraid...

When the rains come, and clarity disapates, do not be afraid. Give thanks to God; He trusts you know the way.

When night falls, and it feels like you'll never see the sunshine again, do not be afraid. Give Thanks to God; He will never leave you in the dark. Not ever.

When it feels like no one on Earth understands and your cries fall on deaf ears, do not be afraid. Give thanks to God; He will always hear you.

The road might be long, and the nightfall can be scary; people will come and go...

But do not be afraid.
God will never leave you.

xo
Your sister under Him,
Elle

It's Perfect.

My life is perfect.

When I was five years old, I conned a neighbor into removing my training wheels, since my father had refused.

It was perfect.

Later that day, my friends Big Sister, Christy, took me to the top of a hill, and let me go. She was teaching me.

To take my time…the scar on my knee is my constant reminder.

It really was perfect.


I am perfect.

My hair is dry since the second Baby was born, and the cancer came and went. Oh, yes… and the ass of my pajama pants tore open after a stressful few weeks. (Beer has more calories than you’d think, and they add up quickly). Also, I can’t find my cleavage.

Oh, wait…perfect.

It’s sitting politely here in front of me…just below my belly button…good to know where THAT came from!

I am now more approachable than ever before, and the people in my life love me exactly the way I am.

It’s so perfect.

This life is perfectly mine.

Your life is perfectly yours.

The entire thing, for all that it is, all that it was, and all that it has the potential to be…are perfect.

XO
Your Sister,
Elle