Soul Mates- part two

It can be easy to sink into evil and be mean. Its easy to roll down hill. It's easy to look at a person's preferences, choices, habits and find a negative reason or a moral failure

The challenge may be to think of good things. If you can keep your own thoughts pure, the motives or purposes of others are easier to be seen as pure.

I think this is why Mr A is my soul mate. His attitude used to bug me. If a person was doing something and my personal philosophy believed it was wrong, he would not Join my attack their character . He just says I wouldn't do it but if they want to, that is their choice.

I eventually just quit trying to get him to attack the character of people. That caused me to stop attacking the character of people. That helped me grow, because its easier to keep love in my heart and see people as human when I am not in attack or offense mode.

If you do something I don't like my initial instinct is not to attack your momma 'nem. Now she may get attacked but now I know its wrong and unnecessary and I will repent.

Now that I have been delivered from my need to judge the character of a person over silly things, I see how bound my attitude made me. There is freedom is seeing people as people, instead of people who are wrong not to do what I do.

I can be all of who I am, and appreciate others for all of who they are.

I needed to get to this place. Mr A and his feeling that most people are not out to hurt others has rubbed off on me.

My soul is reaching a place I know I needed to be. Mr A is helping me arrive and shed some of the baggage that was holding me down. My soul mate.

Refining My Soul

My children are refining my soul and my spirit. This week I gave TR some medicine and she decided to play with it. I told her not to, and she spilled it. When she spilled it, I turned and caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror.

I didn’t fuss, but if my face is looking like that, I didn’t need to. I want to do better. I don’t want to make my kiddies feel fear of making a mistake or disappointing me. My mother is a perfectionist and even at my advanced age, it worries me to have a need of her because I messed up. I hate knowing I disappointed her or caused her to have to get off of her schedule.

I want to be like my grandparents, if you messed up they might fuss but the feeling behind it was different. I want to be more easy and loving when my children mess up.

I am a work in progress but I am progressing.

It’s good to be occupied loving God, loving people and loving life.

Guard your heart, for from it flow the issues of life.