I want the words I speak, to speak LIFE ✨
I want to speak words of joy and words of encouragement. I want my words to help others GROW..
I woke up this morning telling myself I would throw kindness around like confetti and that’s just what I’m going to do..
HAPPY SUNDAY FRIENDS, you are ENOUGH. ♥️
my heart is so full as i sit here at 2:30am pumping milk for this little babe 💚 all the sleep loss, stretch marks, and hours of labor are seem so minute when i look at my kids. i am one blessed momma!
and hey 👋🏻 to all my late night moms 😂
Today is all about the Christmas magic. When I was little I adored seeing Father Christmas, the wonder that surrounded him, the magical things he did, today it’s Kovah’s turn. Even though she’s still a bit little to understand and she’ll probably cry like last year, these will be precious memories when she’s no longer my little love. ✨
christmas lights at the Southeast Botanical Gardens (東南植物楽園) 🎄
i love that we get to give our boys the best experiences. i hope when they’re older they feel they had an amazing and enriched childhood 💚
[🔶️🔸️ •УКУС АИСТА• 🔸️🔶️ .
Примерно такой была моя реакция, когда врач-педиатр объявила мне, что красное пятнышко, появившееся на затылке у нашего малыша, в простонародье называется укусом аиста и встречается довольно часто среди грудничков.
Но объяснить мне медицинским языком, что это такое, она (врач!) не смогла... .
Пришла я озадаченная домой и полезла ворошить медицинскую литературу в поисках ответов. Оказалось, что научное название этому образованию - невус простой, и по природе своей он является телеангиэктазией, т.е. стойким расширением мелких сосудов. Механизм появления такого пятна объясняется длительным сдавливанием различных частей головки ребенка костями таза при затяжных родах. Вспомнила я свои 23 часа хождения по мукам... Ну да, все сходится. .
Это действительно называется "укусом аиста", если появляется на затылке, или "поцелуем ангела", если - на лице 😊 А больше всего меня обрадовало то, что оно все-таки проходит бесследно в течении первого года жизни малыша, когда иннервация сосудов соответствующего участка кожи восстанавливается🙂 .
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I’ll never forget the day I lost hope. There was a tiny corner of my heart where I protected hope. Every time I walked out of a doctor’s appointment where I heard once again that there was no chance of getting my hair back, I would clutch hope against my heart and whisper, “It’s ok. We know better than that.” I whispered it so often and so convincingly, that we both believed it. It felt as sure as the sun rising each morning. No matter how many times I was told it was impossible, I chose to protect hope. Hope comforted me like a favorite blanket. Hope felt safe. I was strong because of hope.
But the day came that I couldn’t be strong anymore. I couldn’t hold hope anymore. I couldn’t find it in me to fight. I felt tired. Tired of fighting to keep something alive that was meant to die all along. My hair wasn’t meant to come back and hope was never meant to stay. I watched as the light disappeared from that tiny corner, and hope was swallowed by the darkness. I lost hope that day.
I can’t say that I’m sorry I held on for so long, but I will say, the tighter I squeezed, the harder it was to let go. It was months before I finally looked up at God and said, “I don’t understand this. I’m devastated by this, but You know better than I do. I know you have a plan, and I want to follow it.” Just because I said those words, didn’t mean that my heart stopped bleeding or that my eyes stopped crying, but somehow my spirit took comfort in the fact that Someone wiser and stronger than I had everything under control.
Sometimes we set our hearts on something that isn’t meant for us. Sometimes we fight for things we’re meant to let go of. Sometimes we’re only meant to trust.
Our children are carefully observing and mimicking our every move. Since this is the case, compassionate living ought to be a goal as we raise our littles. Jesus was a servant King whom was often noted being moved by deep compassion to tend to the needs of those around him.
The beautiful part about being Kings kids is actually that compassion comes naturally, it is just the acting out of that compassion that takes practice.
This past week I got to work on my compassion muscles. While walking through the mall with my family, my husband and I both caught a glimpse of a rather sad looking young woman sitting on the bench. We turned and looked at eachother and my husband motioned for me to go talk to her. So without any reluctancy, I did. I got to sit down with this young women and I got to let her know that she was loved and awesome. The burning compassion for this hurting women wasnt something I could just pass by, and I am glad I didn't.
Our children got to witness that moment with that lady. As they continue to wittness this loving and reaching out I'm expectant for what will come of their future and how they will love the world around them. You are filled with compassion mommy's, now just be brave, challenge yourself, step out of your comfort zone and be an example of compassion.
Have you ever taken the chance to follow your heart when you have been moved by compassion? I'd love to hear your stories below, and if you desire to make bold moves of compassionate living, message me and I would love to pray for you to begin seeing this!
Photo credit: @_-drz-_
The words resonate a lot within. These words rekindle a lot, within.
Most of the times our lives are dictated by others. What to wear, how to wear, when to wear, etc.....etc.
So many times, to the extent, what we eat is also influenced by others. Either weight control plans, or diets or the dos and donts of certain food combinations....etc...etc.
I come across women who are constantly concerned and confused about their lives resulting in lots of unhappiness which they consequently blame on others.
Now that's marvelous, splendid, indeed.
Ufff ...a textured stole/Dupatta with a printed shirt, to eat yoghurt in the evening or not, printed lowers and printed shirt(will it match😟) too much coffee, too much of this and too much of that.....!!!!😐
Never ending chatter and never ending speculations.😖😤
So, what's the solution.🤐
SMILE and MOVE ON.💃
Do what makes you happy.🤷♀️
Live the way you want to live.
Be responsible, no need to be insensitive.
But dont accept bullish comments, not even in the beginning.
Stay HAPPY. Stay BLESSED.
(Totally loving my heirloom Dupatta)
Candid confession: My best friends➡️BOOKS📚
What an unsettled night with poorly P. She hasn’t stopped coughing since the moment she went to bed and is still going strong now. Although rather she be ill now than at Christmas! Luckily we have no plans this weekend so can relax, nap, finish Christmas shopping, watch Christmas films and hopefully be right as rain by Monday. Hope you have a lovely day! ❤️ #weekend
“Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, smarter than you think, and loved more than you will ever know.”
-Winnie the Pooh
happy one week old sweet rowen <3
he loves the boob and is gaining weight perfectly! he lost his umbilical cord, and he really enjoyed his first bath! we let the vernix soak into his skin as long as we could!
i dont want to jinx myself, but so far he is the easiest baby i have ever met in my whole life! i am feeling so blessed! this is the best christmas/birthday present a girl could have ever asked for !
Took my boys to see Santa at the mall today. One loved it. The other is the definition of #nope My mom made a good point. She said that kids are probably afraid because they don’t see people who look like him every day. It is a unique look. Gets me thinking... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I don’t want people to be “afraid” of Jesus because they don’t see anyone like him on a regular basis. We can all name people who are a bad example of “mall Jesus” (if you will, because we aren’t actually Him) and people’s reactions to them are like many babies/toddlers meeting a mall Santa. Let’s do our best to show real Jesus qualities to people so that they don’t have a #nope experience.
Good evening everyone, what a day it’s been. No naps Kneebone strikes again, by 6pm she was in such a state bless her. She’s already fast asleep, Trystan is out and I am watching The Holiday and wrapping presents, living my best festive life 😊🎄 #happyfriday#christmaswrapping
Christmas is a special time of year for so many reasons. While we're definitely not a family to be playing carols and putting up the tree as soon as Halloween is over (our tree literally got put up today!), we do look forward to this season very much.
Obviously we enjoy the catching up with family and friends, the indulging in all sorts of delicious food and the little gifts we get for each other as tokens of appreciation, and we also celebrate our wedding anniversary a few days before Christmas itself (is there anything more stereotypical marriage wise of a farmer but to have a winter wedding?) but more than that this time of year for us signifies something very important - extra time together.
Milking is finished, for a few weeks at least, so himself has later starts and earlier finishes every day, there's less pressure to be around 24/7 (until calving starts of course) and we actually get to grab a few nights away usually. Even having him home before the boys' bedtime is wonderful. These weeks go by too quickly but we try to make the most of them. We'd take more time together over a gift any day.
Just a reminder friends, that no one can have a hold over you, unless you allow it.
-No one can speak to you harshly, and continually, unless you allow it.
-No one can hurt you, unless you decide they can.
-No one has rights to you, you can’t be owned or bought. You have value beyond measure, and nobody has time to be bullied.
I was bullied as a child, by people very close to me. In my early twenties I realized: ‘you have no authority over me anymore.’
So I set boundaries, and I have never looked back.
When we are young, we are taught to be polite, agreeable, and obedient. While those things are so great, they can often create a feeling of powerlessness.
I believe we should continue to walk in those attributes, I also believe we do not have to take anyone’s crap.
Stand firm, speak the truth in love, but do not feel like you must agree because a bully tells you to.
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Weinig tijd of inspiratie? Schrijf een #microblog
Ken jij Celebrations? Het zijn minisnickers, minimars, minimilkyways en nog meer van die heerlijke, kleine chocolade lekkernijen, gestopt in een handige uitdeelverpakking voor zomaar tussendoor, bij de thee, koffie, glaasje zonder alcohol, op een feestje of voor onderweg. Zo kun je lekker snoepen, maar zonder schuldgevoelens. En ze bederven je eetlust minder snel. Daarmee zijn ze zeer geschikt voor mensen die graag snoepen, maar met beleid. Dat geldt ook voor de microblog: je wilt contentmarketing inzetten, maar je mist de tijd en de inspiratie om grote gebaren te maken.
Nou, dan maar kleine gebaren die groot uitpakken! Lang leve de microblog…
Als jij deze blog leest heb jij wellicht ook weinig tijd om te lezen. Daarom is deze blog ook zo uitgelezen.
Wat is een microblog?
Een microblog is kleiner dan een blog, die minimaal 400 woorden groot is en ook kleiner dan een miniblog, die zo rond de 150 woorden bevat. De kleinste microblog past in een tweet.
Zo’n microbericht is in principe te klein voor op je website, maar uitermate geschikt voor je socialmediakanalen. Tips, quotes, stellingen en vragen giet je gemakkelijk in een microblog. Een tip, stelling, vraag of quote per bericht.
De grote voordelen van een microblog
- Met de microblog geef je speldenprikjes aan informatie. Je maakt je content behapbaar en gemakkelijk te volgen, omdat het elke keer zo weinig tijd kost om je bericht te lezen
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