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The writing prompt for today asks:

“What’s a personal mantra or philosophy you live by?”

I laughed when I saw it.

Not because I didn’t know the answer.

But because I’ve spent the past few days thinking about it without realizing it.

If you had asked me this question when I was young, my answer might have been very different. I might have talked about hard work, determination, goals, faith, family, or perseverance.

Today, after many decades of life experience, my answer is much simpler.

People Are Carrying Stories We Cannot See

Life has taught me that every person is carrying a story.

Some stories are obvious.

Others remain hidden.

People carry grief.

People carry illness.

People carry loneliness.

People carry regrets.

People carry fears.

People carry disappointments.

Sometimes they carry burdens so heavy that simply getting through the day requires more courage than anyone around them realizes.

The longer I live, the less interested I am in judging people and the more interested I am in understanding them.

I’ve learned to ask questions.

What happened to this person?

What struggles have they faced?

What losses shaped them?

What strengths helped them survive?

Questions don’t erase accountability.

But they often create understanding.

And understanding makes room for grace.

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These Are the People Who Made the People Who Made You

Many years ago, I became fascinated with genealogy.

As I researched ancestors, collected records, and pieced together family histories, I discovered something remarkable.

Every person is built upon countless lives that came before them.

People crossed oceans.

Survived wars.

Endured poverty.

Raised children.

Buried loved ones.

Started over.

Took risks.

Made sacrifices.

And because they did, we are here.

One of my favorite phrases in a baby book I created for my great-granddaughter was:

“These are the people who made the people who made you.”

I still believe that.

None of us exists in isolation.

We belong to a much larger story.

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The Lord’s Tender Mercies

One of my favorite phrases comes from the scriptures:

“The tender mercies of the Lord.”

Over the years, I’ve learned that tender mercies aren’t always dramatic.

Sometimes they’re surprisingly ordinary.

A phone call.

A memory.

A photograph.

An old file discovered on a hard drive.

An encouraging conversation.

A relationship beginning to heal.

A little more time than I expected.

Sometimes the greatest blessings arrive quietly.

They don’t remove the trial.

They simply help us continue walking through it.

I’ve experienced many of those tender mercies throughout my life.

Some appeared exactly when I needed them.

Others weren’t recognized until years later.

Love Survives More Than We Think

I’ve lived long enough to learn that life rarely unfolds exactly as we planned.

Families face difficulties.

Relationships become strained.

Illness enters the picture.

Dreams change.

Mistakes happen.

There have been seasons when I wished circumstances were different.

There have been times when people misunderstood me.

And there have been times when I misunderstood others.

But one lesson keeps returning.

Love can survive more than we realize.

It can survive distance.

It can survive disappointment.

It can survive misunderstanding.

It can survive time.

Love does not always prevent pain.

But it often outlasts it.

The Philosophy I Live By

So if I had to summarize my personal philosophy in a few words, it would be this:

People are carrying stories we cannot see.

Look for the story.

Offer grace whenever possible.

Notice the Lord’s tender mercies.

Remember where you came from.

And never underestimate the power of love to survive difficult things.

Life has taught me that understanding another person’s story doesn’t change the past.

But it can change the future.

And sometimes, that is miracle enough.

❤️


Thanks for reading.
Shirley

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What If Following Christ Means Trusting Him Without the Full Plan?

Lately, I’ve been thinking about what it really means to follow Jesus Christ.

We often talk about faith as if it’s a destination, something we arrive at once we’ve learned enough or become good enough. But the more I reflect on my own walk with God, the more I realize it’s a lifelong journey. God isn’t looking for perfection overnight. He’s patiently shaping us, teaching us, and changing us one step at a time.

One phrase that has stayed with me is the idea that God is preparing a people who know His voice, feel His Spirit, and are willing to follow Him wherever He leads.

That kind of discipleship is both beautiful and challenging.

A few years ago, I found myself facing a decision that felt overwhelming. I had prayed for direction, but no clear answer seemed to come. I wanted certainty. I wanted a detailed roadmap. Instead, what I felt was a quiet assurance to simply take the next faithful step.

Looking back, I realize God wasn’t asking me to see the entire path. He was asking me to trust Him with the next step.

That experience taught me something important: faith isn’t always knowing where God is leading. Sometimes faith is choosing to follow even when you can’t see very far ahead.

I believe Jesus Christ lives. I believe He knows us personally, loves us completely, and is actively involved in our lives. Even when I don’t understand everything that’s happening around me, I find peace in knowing that He does.

More than anything, I want my life to reflect a simple but profound choice:

I choose Christ.

Not just on Sundays.

Not just when life is going well.

Not just when it’s convenient.

I want to choose Him when prayers seem unanswered. I want to choose Him when life feels uncertain. I want to choose Him in the ordinary moments that rarely make it into anyone’s testimony but often shape who we’re becoming.

One of the most moving thoughts from this message was the desire to be able to say to the Lord:

“I am Yours, totally and completely, without reservation or condition.”

If I’m honest, that’s easier to say than it is to live.

There are still dreams I cling to, plans I want to control, and questions I wish God would answer more quickly. Yet every time I try to hold too tightly to my own expectations, I’m reminded that God’s perspective is so much greater than mine.

The invitation Christ extends isn’t merely to believe in Him. It’s to trust Him. To know Him. To follow Him. To place our lives in His hands and believe that wherever He leads is better than anywhere we could go on our own.

Today, my prayer is simple:

“Lord, help me hear Your voice. Help me recognize Your Spirit. And wherever You lead, help me have the courage to follow.”

Because at the end of the day, above every other choice life offers, I want my life to say:

I choose Christ.

Reflection: Can you think of a time when God asked you to trust Him without showing you the entire plan? Looking back, how did that experience strengthen your faith?

Sometimes the greatest testimonies are built not in dramatic miracles, but in the quiet moments when we choose, again and again, to follow Him. ❤️

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