lizzylove12

Artist, writer, poet, Catholic

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  • lizzylove12 107w

    Too Much Worry About Babies

    I had one of those weird dreams about having a baby last night. I wanted to care for the baby. But a couple of friends who are married to each other were ready to adopt the child, and share custody. Perhaps I should focus on the here and now, and not worry about the future.
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  • lizzylove12 108w

    I honestly believe I am single right now because God is preparing me for someone or something I am not yet ready for or have not yet encountered.
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  • lizzylove12 108w

    I honestly believe that I am single right now because God is preparing me for something I am not yet ready for or someone or something I have not yet encountered.
    It could be that I do not yet have the skills to be in a relationship with the person I am meant to marry, if marriage is meant for me. It could be that that person does not yet have the skills to be in a relationship with me.
    It could be that I am meant to marry someone I have not yet crossed paths with. It could be that I am meant to marry someone I know very well, but the thought of being with them has not yet crossed my mind.
    It could be that I am not meant to marry at all. It could be that I am meant to join a religious order and spend my days as a nun and bride of Christ, evangelizing for the faith and serving those in communities here or around the world. It could be that I am meant to be a nun, but instead live a quiet life of contemplation, constantly praying and meditating on the Scriptures and the truths that my Lord has given me.
    It could be that I am meant for neither married nor religious life. It could be that I am meant for either. It could be that I am meant to make my decision within the next couple of years. It could be that I am meant to make my decision in my 40s or 50s or even later. Whatever the case, despite my frustrations and loneliness, I must cling to my faith, and enjoy my life and the people around me. No matter what, I know that God loves me, and that whatever His plan is for me, it will unfurl in the right timing, as long as I listen to Him, obey Him, and keep my mind and focus on Him and the way He bids me to live.
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  • lizzylove12 109w

    I'm like Tangie from "For Colored Girls."
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  • lizzylove12 109w

    There is something so special about eggs scrambled in butter. Eggs don't get much better than that.
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  • lizzylove12 109w

    Breaking through the fear of nobody caring opens the door for help. Breaking through the lie that feeling my emotions is selfish helps with processing those emotions.
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  • lizzylove12 109w

    My heart is empty and searching,
    Like looking to be held, though being held doesn't work anymore,
    I guess it never did anyways.
    I believe my God can fill that empty hole,
    'Cause He can do anything, and that's what I've been told,
    I feel hurt though,
    I had a fight tonight with my community I found connection with Him in,
    I'm praying I can stay connected to Him outside of the group,
    God help me, 'cause this hurts.
    ©lizzylove12

  • lizzylove12 109w

    Dear God, thank you for filling my belly.
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  • lizzylove12 109w

    Baby fever is for real!

    Like, seriously. Anyone other ladies have like two days a month where you wanna have like, 10 kids? The struggle is real.
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  • lizzylove12 109w

    I ask to be prayed over to renounce the need to control,
    As well as to receive and know the love of God, of course,
    I've needed to let go of the need to control for the longest time,
    But I am too proud to submit,
    The priest lays his hand on my head,
    And as he prays, I feel a welling, stirring in my belly and chest,
    A big ball moving up towards my throat to move out,
    And a similar stirring in my womb, where sorrow dwelled,
    I felt hands on the back of mine,
    And more hands praying above mine, I saw in my mind's eye,
    The former the hands of Christ Jesus,
    The latter the hands of the Virgin Mother,
    A physical and supernatural laying on of hands,
    I feel my body sway back, but my calves lock,
    The priest makes the sign of the cross on my forehead, and I go back to stand and sing God's praises,
    I begin to cry, just for a bit,
    And it's hard to focus on singing the beloved Agnus Dei,
    I want to bow, but I'm afraid of looking foolish,
    I enjoy the prayer, but want to receive more,
    I so very much hope I can receive more,
    The priest asks if anyone wants more,
    I go up, answering the silent call of the Master,
    I ask the priest to simply pray more,
    The same intentions as before,
    I feel rest, I feel swirling spirit inside my chest and my belly,
    I surrender, and am slain into rest,
    Warmth flooding my face, and my mind and soul can rest,
    I knew healing in my soul, and in my womb,
    It was a wonderful rest,
    And getting up, I was stronger, and felt pure gratitude for my Savior and King.
    ©lizzylove12