Tomorrow

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. NIV Matthew 6.34

I think this should become my new mantra.

A statement that I repeat to myself over and over until my heart and head finally learn to understand and accept it.

Why do I allow myself to worry so much?

To worry about everything and for everyone.

I need to concentrate on the now.

This moment

Right now

The present

My mind is always worrying days, weeks in advance.

Tripping over negative thoughts.

Falling over my anxiety

I’m forgetting about this moment, about living this time.

Living for the moment, have I ever allowed myself the gift of this.

Have I ever been allowed this?

Always the organiser, always the planner.

Always the grown up, always the responsible one.

I want to view the world with a child like innocence.

To go with the flow

To leave tomorrow to itself

To leave next week, next month to its own devices.

To trust

To stand in faith.

Words of truth

Have you ever played back a video recording of yourself and been shocked at the sound of your voice.

That can’t be me you say. It your mind you sound so different.

How is it that whats in our mind isn’t always what comes out of our mouths.

Sometimes in my mind I’m a confident women who knows exactly what I want to say. Then the words tumble out like some crazy nervous ramblings.

That’s why I love the art of writing. The chaotic thoughts of my mind becomes words on the page. They can be corrected, erased, altered to the place where I want them to be. My words are my voice.

I was watching a film the other day where the actor was playing the part of a lady who had lost her voice. She was communicating using her notepad. Writing the things she needed to say. No space for general chit chat or small talk using the pad for words she needed to be spoken.

I need that notebook at times. I need to be reminded to say what really matters.

Our voice is a gift that we take for granted.

Yet which is my voice,my true one ? The one people hear or the one inside my head.

I need to focus on finding my voice. Making sure that my words are true to the person I am the person I wish to be.

I learned this weekend that words have power. I want to make sure my words are for a reason for good. My voice to be used for the voiceless.

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Let my words be truth.