We're doing it all wrong. What if we're not supposed to pour out all we have before restoring our portion. What if what we're supposed to give is our overflow?
Sabbath. Warfare. Balance.
You can Try to Bury Power, but it Won’t Stay There.
I never stop when I should. I have never believed that the rules of self and soul care applied to me, even as I excoriate those I loved, "Do Better." I steadfastly refuse to take my own advice.
Broken I Came to the Cross (A Repost, but Still Relevant)
A repost from a while ago. Often, it's experiencing your own words through someone else's lens that makes them fresh again.
Life in the time of COVID-19
We all have the right, and the capacity, to Love (God). We simply need to grant ourselves permission.
Thursday Confessional-the Community Service Edition
I'm going Facebook Live on Friday to do a martini tutorial. So many of you have asked me to teach you, so why not. We're all trying to make the best of where we are right now....let's call it libation. Let's call it Communion (look it up, I have NOT blasphemed). See y'all Friday, 6 pm Eastern. I'll post a resource list.
Needing to Learn Patience and Trust
This morning, I read a Chinese proverb that reminded me that "one joy scatters a hundred griefs." My next thought was, "what can I do today to bring myself joy? I ask that question every morning. I will ask it, upon rising in gratitude, each morning for the balance of my days. I suggest you do the same.
My 2020 OneWord…The Year I See Clearly-20/20
I became quiet, waiting for a word. I waited, far longer than I believed I’d need to, and then it came. Self-care was a commitment I tried making to myself.
Monday Musings- A Lesson in Balance, aka #whatdoyouwant
Daily, I proclaim that I matter. I declare that the love I pour into the world is love of which I am equally worthy. I am releasing my desperate grip on the toxic martyrdom that backs me into corners and is entirely of my making.
Slowing down, Showing Gratitude for Rest
I love to cook. I love being able to create what I desire. More than satisfaction, making homemade requires presence. I cannot be distracted. I have to be in the kitchen, paying attention.
Yes, I Saw That. No, I Won’t Forget
Whenever I am forced to slow down, I collapse. I remain vigilant, though. Let's be clear....yes, I saw that, and no, I won't forget it.
Chelle A Wilson 
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