Monday Mornings and Second Chances

After completing a 3-5 page paper that is due for tonights class, I realized how much I love coffee and Monday mornings!

Most people hate Monday mornings, but I have a newfound appreciation for them. It’s a new week. A second chance to make the week better than the week before, and second chances have been on my mind a lot lately.

I’ve always been the type of person that would cross someone off on my list if they had betrayed me in some way, shape or form. If I still lived by that, I wouldn’t have a lot of friends.

If I still lived by that, believing in faith would be completely pointless because God gives us second chances all the time. He forgives us all the time, no matter how many times we’ve messed up. That’s why Jesus is so incredible.

If people had that expectation (and some do believe it or not) then I wouldn’t have a relationship with people.

My parents are a perfect example of this. From my teen years to becoming a young adult, I’ve done things. I’ve broken their trust, I’ve stabbed them in the back, and I didn’t act like the daughter I was. If my parents had lived by this, I wouldn’t even have them at all.

I’d be a lost puppy trying to find her way home even though there was no home to go to.

There have been plenty of times my parents could have been done with me and not have given me a second chance.

My mom could have been done with me when I decided to stay in Michigan when she had decided to move to Pennsylvania. She could have turned around and said that I didn’t care. She could have said that if I did care, I’d go with her.

When I told my mom I wanted to live with her and not my dad, my Dad could have just given up and let me leave. He could have said that if I cared, I wouldn’t want to live with her.

When I changed my mind about living with my mom (I did this not once, but twice) she could have decided to be done with me because of all the financial turmoil I caused (I was a minor at the time so they had to go to court over it).

When I said some awful things to my stepmother, she could have just decided to have nothing to do with me. But she didn’t. Nobody did.

This is the beauty of unconditional love, which is the ONLY type of real true love. Loving someone for their mistakes and their flaws, that’s what love is. When I wrote I’m Bleeding, and I’m Okay I was writing about unconditional love. I just didn’t know it.

There are 3 things that have always terrified me. Those being love, change, and openness/trust.

The fact that I am no longer afraid of those things amazes me every single day. God and time has healed a lot of wounds.

I never was the type of person to believe that people could change. Seeing the change that has been happening to me has been a game changer. If I could change, then someone else could too. The catch is though you have to want it. Nobody can help you but you. Once you decide to help yourself, you’ll be amazed at how many people want to help you help yourself.

You’ll be amazed at how many people will want to love you unconditionally. I know I am.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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