We all fail, but we are not failures, even when the enemy convinces us to define ourselves by that word. #nobodyisperfect God uses people who fail, because there aren’t any other kind around. #failureisnotfinal Our past failures sometimes hold us back. They make us feel that we have no power. But it does not need to be like this. They need not stop us from doing great things for God. #failurestories DISAPPOINTMENT and FAILURE are not signs that God has forsaken you or stopped loving you. The devil wants you to believe God no longer loves you, but it isn’t true. God’s love for us never fails. #iamasinner We should not allow our past failures to keep us down or keep us from recovering and moving on in the service of our God. #failureisnotfatal God made saints out of far worse people than you. #hisloveneverfails For those who follow Christ, nothing you have done or will do can keep you from being in the presence of God. Nothing you have done or will do will erase the potential God sees in you. #godwillneverleaveyou Elijah was suicidal. Joseph was abused. Job was bankrupt. Gideon was afraid. Samson was a womanizer. Paul was a mass murderer. Moses had a speech problem. Rahab was a prostitute. David was a murderer. Jonah was a coward. Noah was a drunk. Peter was a liar. God STILL used them to do amazing things for His glory. Still think you’re too messed up for Him to use you? God specializes in using broken people to do powerful things. Are you flawed? GOOD. God can use you! #nobodysperfect •• 🔥MY SOCIALS🔥 1. YT/podcast: Uplift Past Crossroads 2. FB/LinkedIn = Sean Christopher Jenkins 3. 📸/Twitter/👻/TikTok = @troubledontlast @my_daily_bible 4. Fashion = @glamourmeetsgq 5. Fan pages = @upliftwithdrj @upliftpastcrossroads Click 🔔/Like/Share •• #failing #sinnersavedbygrace #failure #failures #godwillneverleaveyounorforsakeyou #oncesavedalwayssaved #godsloveneverfails #godsloveneverfailsyou #nooneisperfect #noonesperfect #godsloveneverfalls #yourmistake #yourmistakes #yourmistakesdonotdefineyou #godcanuseyou #failureisnottheend #wearesinners #godwillnotfailyou #godwontfailyou #hisloveneverends #hisloveneverquits #mistakesdontdefineyou (at Nashville, Tennessee) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpaYEqarl3O/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Some Days.
Some days.
Some days I will lack knowledge
Some days I will lack composure
Some days I will lack empathy
Some days I will lack energy
Some days I will lack passion
Some days I will lack joy
Some days I will lack strength
Some days I will lack consideration
Some days I will lack growth
Some days I will lack humor
Some days I will not be perfect
Yet.
Some days I will not lack knowledge
Some days I will not lack love
Some days I will not lack joy
Some days I will not lack passion
Some days I will not lack conviction
Some days I will not lack effort
Some days I will not lack spirit
Some days I will not lack judgement
Some days I will seem perfect
Some day.
I will be enough.
Some day.
Cory Childress
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I have no idea what I am doing
So, i had this bright idea to make a blog. I guess the idea behind this is to just let people know there is hope, even though life is hard, and fast, and confusing af. So, I guess today I’m just gonna spew off who i am and how i got to this point. So the first thing you should all know is that i am a lifestyle coach. My mission is to inspire people and help them get through the rough stuff, cause I’m like a pro at it. Also, I am an addict in recovery. I had a serious 5 year love affair with heroin. They told me during my 4 months in rehab that 1. relapses happen and 2. Don’t expect anything to work out the way you think, don’t depend on ANYTHING but yourself. Well, I was 25 then and i knew more then them, obviously! I wasn’t ready to grow. I was ready to learn, but i was definitely in control of my life and knew all the right things. (this is sarcasm, for those of you a bit confused) So I left rehab and killed the mother fucking game for 6 months. Then I moved closer to my old stomping grounds, went to a bonfire and got mixed up with some old friends, and some new ones. The night ended with me being to drunk to remember how I got home, or who my new boyfriend was. That new boyfriend did coke, which I’d done when i was like in high school, but hadn’t touched it in years, I didn’t then either, but the seed was planted. After he dumped me and tried to hand me off to one of his friends, I felt like shit, so I asked for coke. Instead I found crack. In 3 months I went from 100% sober to being the worst junkie i had ever been. My dealers hated me cause I was annoying as fuck, but they would benefit by the end, so fuck em’. My husband (now ex-husband) decided he would start selling crack! Brilliant idea when your wife is a crack fiend. Then this dude left me in charge of his night sales, cause I obviously didn’t sleep. Well I smoked all the crack - can you believe it? We were broke, I was a terrible human, I had lost myself for the billionth time, but this time I had 6 months sober, so I knew this was possible. Recovery is different for everyone, for me my environment is a huge factor, I have to completely relocate to maintain my sobriety. So after 5 years of my mom begging for me to come to Maine, I finally go. (worst. decision. ever. but we will get there!). So now i am a very recent ex stripper, covered in tattoos, with purple hair-in the most judgemental place I have ever been. Well to say I stood out would be a massive understatement. I mean the way spanish and black dudes look at white chicks with nice butts; that's how these conservative bible humpers looked at me. I had never seen anything like it, and i was a white girl with a nice butt in the hood, so Ive gotten looks! It didn’t take me long to get a job and get myself out there, I colored my hair black (boring), took out my piercings (lame), and stopped wearing high heels (why?). But I was a waitress, I was sober,making bank, had a beautiful family I was pretty happy. 4 years go by, I get yet another boyfriend (I’m way divorced by this point), who decides to punch my kitchen window out. Well, apparently in the state of Maine when you call the police because you feel unsafe, they take away your kids. So, here I am soberish (wine is a thing) with no kids, and no clue wtf just happened. So, when your manic bipolar and your life is falling apart you do some crazy shit, have sex with everyone (my personal fave), spend all your money (I like this one too), Pick up and move your entire life within like 7 hours (this one is fun as well). So I found the biggest, baddest, “sexiest” dude I could. He spent 20 years in prison, was a felon, no job, no car - ya know, a real winner. Well this man, I don’t know what it was about him, but my god he has a knack for ruining fucking lives, or getting you to ruin your own is probably more accurate. Well, this asshole brings a bag of heroin IN MY FUCKING HOUSE and offers it to me. So I’m the type of junkie that if i cant IV that shit, ill pass - that’s wasting. Well when you have fake balls you have to shoot testosterone, how convenient. Now I’m banging dope after 4 YEARS sober *face palm*. Well this dude and my best friend of 3 years fucked in my bed and left together, their still together tho, so there’s a positive? Well, losing my best friend was fucking HARD; I mean that girl was my WHOLE LIFE, like I cant even explain the closeness I *thought* we had. So guess what I did? Heroin, that’s what. Did that shit 2 more times, then was like dude, wtf are you doing!? I stopped for awhile, but when the state took my kids, one went to her dad - so I had to go to CT to see her. So I pull into Hartford, CT (this is my biggest trigger, i know exactly where to get everything I need, quickly. I avoid Hartford at all costs). So, I pull in and my original plans fell through, so I called my friend to chill, but upon arrival that also fell through. Bad bad news. So I go shoot up, and overdose. this being the THIRD time I ODd, and the worst biggest fuck up because my kid wasn’t far. Hate me all ya want, It was horrible and disgusting, I agree - but it happened. About 4/5 days before my overdose I joined this amazing group of ladies, all rocking their businesses, getting fit, and being GENUINELY happy. When I saw this, I knew I wanted it. When I overdosed, I knew I needed it. Fast forward to today, its been a month or so since that horrific day, I have a med card so besides bud I haven’t put anything substance like in my body. I have lost 16 pounds, my energy levels are higher then ever, my mental state is definitely improved, anxiety is down, depression altered a bit, def still bipolar but managing fabulously, considering the circumstances. I still cry, I carry guilt, I feel weird being in a home with no children, things are by no means perfect, but EVERYDAY, I wake up, I show up, and i implement practices and habits to make my life better and be my best self. I surround myself with ladies that respect themselves, and other women. I relocated from that shitty little judgmental town. I live in a place that's more “city” and I can tell you for the first time ever I am looking at the POSITIVES, and only that. I refuse to let anything negative around me; it still hits, people still try, but I have learned to pull my energy away from that. After 4 years sober, the sobriety doesn't scare me at all, It is how quickly you can go right back is something you denied so strongly, and fought so hard to end up at what feels like the beginning, but life will always teach you. So, I think I am writing this blog because I need to hold myself accountable, I need somewhere to be honest, and my life since about 16 has been anything but easy; I’m here to reassure you, you can do this, you can come out on the other end, all you have to do is show up! Today I am alive, and free, and I have a good life! xo.
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I feel both heartbroken and excited to end my vegan, plant based journey. To find out what drove me to change my eating habits, click the link in my bio. 🥺 ~•~ For me, I was choosing veganism for all the wrong reasons. Allowing myself to cheat “every now and then” and still referring to myself as vegan was the first red flag. I was never “vegan” and I couldn’t have even dared to call myself vegan. I was merely a girl enjoying plant based foods. I should have never put a label on myself. For all the details on my 2 years of “veganism”, read my most recent blog post. While there’s so much more I need to discuss, I figured maybe it will help get my point across. By no means is this an open invitation for criticism and I am no means trying to convince others to stop eating plant based. If it feels right to you, I am so unbelievably ecstatic for you and I thank you for your dedication. For me, something never really felt right. It never really felt like my own. I can easily say now that I am allowing myself to have to freedom to eat whatever I please. I feel myself again. I feel lighter and happier and WAY more energetic. But understand that my morals are still very much in place and I want nothing more than to stop animal cruelty. For me, it means eating more pasture raised, cage free, and organic meats. Knowing they lived happy and healthy lives gives me a more at peace conscious. ❤️ ~•~ Last night I marinaded free-range organic chicken tenders in lime juice, chili, evoo, maple syrup, garlic and salt. Grilled until charred, tossed in some fresh salt, pepper and parsley + made some bomb ass rice and bean burritos. Not to mention I was able to bond with @rashaadraymond and our roomate @b_lyness over some delicious food.🌯 ~•~ I apologize in advance to all the people who dedicate their lives to veganism. You’re doing an amazing service to this world and you are appreciated EVERY SINGLE DAY. 👏🏻 ~•~ #notvegan #notvegetarian #notpescatarian #notfruitarian #notlabelled #free #healthy #happy #strong #ethicalmeat #dowhatsbestforyou #nolongervegan #farmraised #chililime #noonesperfect #iamme https://www.instagram.com/p/B17HOEIJoOb/?igshid=1gl9g23j4waqz
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Now and then my heart drops. Maybe it happens more than it should. This needs to be seen, loved, and read. Often I am told to accept my place in the void. That I should just acknowledge that my views don't expand outside of myself, and no matter how much I yearn for it to, when I might meet one or two people that understand, it fills me with hope, but often I'm led to wonder if this hope is false. Yet day by day I work on believing it's not & that I matter, diversity matters, our stories matter. AKC ♥✌🌈🌠 #2021 #awritersdiary #awritersmind #soulawakening #readthis #Traversecitymichigan #Cadillacmichigan #noonesperfect #neverstopwriting #nevergiveup #daybyday #rageagainstthemachine #diverseandproud #findingbrave #wheresmytribe #rainbowsareforeveryone #seethegoodbethegood #hopeinstruggle #theneedtobecreative #thisismetrying #diversityinadversity #lookingforsupporters #wemattertoo #writersmatter #Michiganaithors #underdogs https://www.instagram.com/p/CJruNAdhvAv/?igshid=12yj7f45fxwe4
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We need to accept that we won’t always make the right decisions, that we’ll screw up royally sometimes – understanding that failure is not the opposite of success, it’s part of success.
Arianna Huffington
Source: https://www.oberlo.com/blog/motivational-quotes
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Failure does not disqualify us from our potential. #nobodyisperfect God uses people who fail, because there aren’t any other kind around. #failureisnotfinal Our past failures sometimes hold us back. They make us feel that we have no power. But it does not need to be like this. They need not stop us from doing great things for God. #failurestories DISAPPOINTMENT and FAILURE are not signs that God has forsaken you or stopped loving you. The devil wants you to believe God no longer loves you, but it isn’t true. God’s love for us never fails. #iamasinner We all fail, but we are not failures, even when the enemy convinces us to define ourselves by that word. #failureisnotfatal God made saints out of far worse people than you. #hisloveneverfails For those who follow Christ, nothing you have done or will do can keep you from being in the presence of God. Nothing you have done or will do will erase the potential God sees in you. #godwillneverleaveyou Elijah was suicidal. Joseph was abused. Job was bankrupt. Gideon was afraid. Samson was a womanizer. Paul was a mass murderer. Moses had a speech problem. Rahab was a prostitute. David was a murderer. Jonah was a coward. Noah was a drunk. Peter was a liar. God STILL used them to do amazing things for His glory. Still think you’re too messed up for Him to use you? God specializes in using broken people to do powerful things. Are you flawed? GOOD. God can use you! #nobodysperfect Your mistakes do not define you, God does. #sinnersavedbygrace ➖➖➖➖➖➖ 🔥MY SOCIALS🔥 1. YT/podcast: Uplift Past Crossroads 2. FB/LinkedIn = Sean Christopher Jenkins 3. 📸/Twitter/👻/TikTok = @troubledontlast @my_daily_bible 4. Fashion = @glamourmeetsgq 5. Fan pages = @upliftwithdrj @upliftpastcrossroads Click 🔔/Like/Share ➖➖➖➖➖➖ #failing #failure #failures #godwillneverleaveyounorforsakeyou #oncesavedalwayssaved #godsloveneverfails #godsloveneverfailsyou #nooneisperfect #noonesperfect #godsloveneverfalls #yourmistake #yourmistakes #yourmistakesdonotdefineyou #godcanuseyou #failureisnottheend #wearesinners #godwillnotfailyou #godwontfailyou #hisloveneverends #hisloveneverquits #mistakesdontdefineyou (at Nashville, Tennessee) https://www.instagram.com/p/CokV2KBLnq2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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