#empoweredliving

God always gives you what you can handle, I am successful so far. Strong woman. I am being stalked, I'm really not scared or anything for God is with me; I do believe a man who stalks you will kill you. I love going about things in my own way, I am quite the strategist with everything that goes on in this life I'm living. I'm being gang stalked, they watch me and never talk to anyone. There has been mention of "demonic cults!"

It's an all-knowing. Some minds cannot comprehend such strong influence and power... I am so successful already. Have you met a homeless trendsetter before? The college girls were in sweats weeks ago, now they dress just like me; veils, hippie-chick, long flowy skirts- big coats, flowy flowy huge jeans... INFLUENCE, POWER, WHAT!!! PRAYERS COMING IN... I am grateful for I'm aware that all things must pass; I am savoring this now, even when it gets hard! I have come to accept this new reality; mindful that big change is right around the corner. Every challenge has helped me grow; so as much as I love the good, I also have love for the bad- it is expansion.

I am striving, nothing can break that. I will never stop I know that everything always goes my way, even if it takes a long time.

Oh Lord; have mercy on me a sinner!

Mary be a mother to me now. I pray these.

…and not in a good way.

Here is the inconvenient truth:

Your worth is your worth.

Not what you think it is.

Not what you hope it is.

What it actually is.

…and if you’re truly undervalued if you have the discipline, the skills, the work ethic,

and the results to back it all up…

…then why the fuck are you still in the same spot?

You’re not dumb.

You know the answer.

It’s you.

You’re not being held back.

You’re just stuck celebrating things you’re supposed to be doing.

You’re supposed to work hard.

You’re supposed to show up.

You’re supposed to take care of your body,

your mind, your responsibilities.

You’re supposed to execute,

deliver, and produce.

That’s the baseline.

That’s not special.

That’s not what gets rewarded.

That’s what makes you eligible to play the game.

So stop expecting a round of applause

for doing what grownups are supposed to do.

If you want to be valued, create real value.

Produce so much that they can’t ignore you.

Become so consistent, so dangerous, so effective so undeniable that the world has no choice but to adjust to your standard.

If reading this stings a little?

Good.

Let that be the sign that your expectations are higher than your output.

Adjust accordingly.

Raise your standard.

Raise your results.

Raise your reality.

…and you wont have any problems getting paid.

Execute or stop bitching.

We’ve all heard enough of it.

What Love Says… The Way Appears

Step into your heart with love and the way appears, move lovingly through your day opportunities light you way. Movement of love, shifting, dancing, playing within your heart fuelled by unconditional love, and the way appears.

A chance encounter before you, a spark of light flickers inside you as you choose to experience an opportunity through the lens of unconditional love.

The first steps forward experiencing the fullness of who you are, inner-standing all facets of you, as you choose an empowered inner self to create, to transform.

Love of life and self are your guides as you feel, see and believe a way through challenges as they appear. The gift in you is an open heart connected and willing to choose shining a light on what you prefer.

Oodles of love as you open up, step forward and the way appears.

What Love Says… 2024 by Jennifer R. Cook @catsinthebagdesignposts Daily messages from animal spirit guides assisting beings to embrace all facets of love.

We hear it all the time, that we are our own great wall— yet there we are, distracted, hearts half-torn by waves of doubt. Yes, we know the route to walk, know the way to rise and break, but in the ache of an untended spirit how easy to falter, to sway from the purpose we so dearly dream to reach.

There will always be brighter lights, some casting shadows, others blurred, yet in the mix of better and worse there will always be a space— my space, carved by resilience and unyielding hands.

For I’ve learned my greatest battles, held my weakest hours close. And though there were times my home felt lost, a battlefield of “if only,” I came away with my truest treasures: two hearts that beat my name in hope, two reasons to walk forward, strong.

My home is not pristine now, for my time is split— between work that pulls me upward, studies that plant roots anew, and fleeting, cherished laughter I build with my children.

To them, I give the hours that matter, and for the rest? I build a life I’ll stand proud to own. A messy house, a life unbound, I claim my journey now unshackled, my eyes set on horizons clear.