Le regard de SOI-MÊME 👀
Cette réalité face à notre miroir où nous nous voyons tel que l’on voudrait être et jamais comme nous sommes. Sachez qu’il n’existe pas de corps idéal mais un corps idéalisée, tout en ayant conscience que cette notion est subjective a chacun.
Il est donc inutile de se comparer aux autres. Pourquoi ? Parce que chaque personne est unique, elle n’a pas les mêmes expériences le même vécu, les mêmes gènes , conditions de vie ... On laisse tomber les critiques et on pratique la bienveillance avec nous mêmes et avec les autres 🤝
On lâche prise, on libère notre esprit de pensées négatives et parasites à notre bien être quotidien. On vit sa vie en accord avec son « moi profond » .
Nous seul savons ce qui est bon pour nous et personne ne peut prétendre quelque chose de mieux pour nous, les ressources sont en chacun de nous.
On se compare à ce que nous étions avant et ce que nous sommes devenus maintenant, les progrès quotidien que l’on réalise sont notre force et notre personnalité de demain. Soyez fière de vous. Cela sera votre plus grande source d’estime et de confiance en vous 🙏
AIMONS NOUS ❤️
Nous sommes ce que nous pensons.
Affirmations positives = Ancrage positif pour toutes les cellules de notre corps « Je m’aime et je mérite d’être aimer tel que je suis »
« J’aime et j’accepte mon corps tel qu’il est » « Je choisis d’être fier de moi même » « J’observe mes pensées et mes actions sans les juger »
Nous sommes ce que nous répétons chaque jour. 🤗
“Nevertheless, I tell you the truth: it is to your advantage that I go away, for if I do not go away, the Helper will not come to you. But if I go, I will send him to you.”
Every winter we celebrate God the Son coming to earth in human flesh. Some call it ‘advent’ others ‘the incarnation,’ to the super theological ‘hypostatic union,’ and some simply ‘Christmas.’ The celebration of Christmas brings with it some unspoken questions: why do we celebrate Jesus if he’s no longer here? Where is he anyway? If He was supposed to be the Savior of the world, why isn’t He in the world? Where did he go?
Everybody answers these questions with their own presuppositions, but because of our ignorance of God, we usually answer them in ways that lessen the glory and wonder of the actual Christmas event while also diminishing our faith. Jesus has indeed left, but “it is to our advantage” that He has gone.
This season, Jesus does not sit at your dinner table, but his Spirit--the Helper--has made his home in your heart, even as he draws you together with your faith family around you. More than a Christmas fire, the Spirit comforts your soul. More than a delicious meal, he enables you to feast upon the goodness of God. More than gifts under the tree, he satisfies your deepest longings. Even more than just ‘celebrating’ the coming of Jesus so long ago, the Spirit makes it a re-experiencing of that grace. It is not simply a memory for the believer, it is a re-enactment… a ritual that teaches us of longing and expectation that only Jesus can meet.
Every winter season, the anticipation of good to come is coaxed into our hearts by Him--the Helper. Every winter season, the anticipation climaxes on Christmas day with gifts and joy… and it doesn’t satisfy because of him--the Helper--convicting us of the state of the world. And with his help again--we are reminded of the promise of Jesus just a few verses later in John 16: “If I go to prepare a place for you. I will return for you, that you may be where I am.”
I went to grab a late breakfast at our favorite hole-in-the-wall diner and sat alone in our booth by the window. I think the waitress must have recognized me as she asked how my morning was going and if it would just be me today. I swear I can’t go anywhere without being reminded of that. She poured my coffee with just enough room for three packs of cream, which you always said was a waste of a perfectly good coffee.
I pretended to look at the menu even though I knew exactly what I wanted. I’m a creature of habit. Always a short stack of pancakes with a side of bacon. You would tease me for getting something I could make at home any regular day.
My eyes fell to the part of the menu that read “Ask about our bacon butter - 50¢.” And I thought back to our first time sitting in this very booth on a Tuesday morning while everyone else was at work, because we were a secret to be kept, and you handed the waitress a stack of quarters, asking her to tell you about the bacon butter. She looked at you, head tilted, said it was delicious, tried to give you back your quarters, but you insisted it was the payment owed for asking. She walked away and we laughed and laughed.
You pulled a napkin from the dispenser and the pen from your pocket, scribbled “hey” and slid them both across the table to me. We wrote back and forth about nothing and everything until our food arrived and I casually folded the napkins and stuck them in my purse to add to my collection of things that reminded me of you. “Cheers,” you said, holding up your mug full of straight black coffee. I remember looking into your eyes in that moment and feeling so strongly that this was it for me. You were it for me. Sitting across from you in a cafe. This is what life should feel like always.
But you weren’t mine and even though we’d sit in this same spot a million times over the course of the next two years, it would always be on a Tuesday morning while everyone else was at work. A secret to be kept. Until I no longer wanted to be just a Tuesday to you. “What’s it gonna be, hon?” “Short stack with a side of bacon, please. And could you tell me about your bacon butter?”
Lo siento por hacerte perder el tiempo
Por pensar que hacer otro intento
Por tenerte, lucharte y sentirte te haría feliz
Reviento porque a veces ni yo me entiendo
Cómo voy a entender lo nuestro
Si nunca te entendí ni a ti 🎶