It happens. The crushing. the heel that steps down so forcefully on your soul, you can't seem to come up to breathe.... and then, there's the choice.... to strike out and damage back, or to leave a sweet fragrance of forgiveness in the air...to hold in the moment, and hang onto the memories, with the price of pain....and all the while, they keep walking, while you keep loving, and letting the rejection go. there's the choice.... to be more beautiful in the bruising, to be more giving than the grieving...to be more *YOU* the best part of you, in the end. There's power in a beautiful, hard wrought fragrance. Be a sweet smell, be a smelling salt, but be *YOU* thru that.....there's a release, that can spread and lift someone else's head, that's suffering their own blows. be that....lead that way. don't stay smashed down, spread the essence of who you are....around. Let others look at the impossible and want the calm - in the middle of the storm - that you carry like a waving white flag of surrender....to love. Not to the perpetrator....to love. Bc the blood, sweat, and tears of love, is the opposite of easy, but it will always be good, it will always be worth it.... love can be a weapon of peace, to battle the brokenness inside. love thru it all. you just might make people stop...and step over their own offense, and offenders...so others don't have to be crushed like you💜#imaviolet #crushedandbeautiful #leavingmymark #spreadingforgivenessandlove #findingawaywherethereisnoway
