19/ 02/ 2016
We’ve all been confronted with a blow, the first one is always the hardest, scariest and most memorable.
It starts with a shock, If we’re caught off guard, we could even topple, I’ve been there several times, fell several times, but I got up and become more aware that the road ahead is not always paved, and that surprises aren’t always pleasant.
Scars from previous blows make us tougher, we learn to face which blows deserve confrontation, which ones to ignore, when to maintain composure and which triumph deserves a celebration.
The tougher we get, the easier this mysterious thing called life becomes, and when you’ve been through so much, sometimes, even a blow would look like confetti sometimes, but only the wounded soul will see the light and the confetti in a stormy night.
Don’t hide your scars, life is a battle, don’t give up. Good luck.
Photo credit: Yvonne Castillo
Thanks for coming over.
Thanks to my friend Yvonne for taking these photos, we both could have been distracted when hubby popped the confetti unannounced, but she didn’t, she kept clicking, and I just enjoyed being the subject the whole time.
The rest of my big four-O party photos will be up after lent, your girl friend here will be on social media detox for the next 36 days ( No Facebook, No IG, No blogging and No stalking blogs either) and to really level up my sacrifice, I’m going lacto vegan as well, I need good luck.
See you all on Easter Sunday.
To God be the glory.