Story of My Life...
Let it go for 2006....
By T. D. Jakes
There are people who can walk away from you. And hear me when I tell you this! When people can walk away from you: let them walk. I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone.
When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.
The bible said that, they came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. [1 John 2:19]
People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay. Let them go. And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it just means that their part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead. You've got to know when it's dead.
You've got to know when it's over. Let me tell you something. I've got the gift of good-bye. It's the tenth spiritual gift, I believe in good-bye. It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He'll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat, I don't need it. Stop begging people to stay.
So true!!!!!!
This was the absolutely most rediculous break. The only days I had off were Christmas Day and New Years Day. I worked my butt off (with the oh so sexy Miss Montgomery) and I saw a few friends, but not as many as I wanted to see because I just didn't have time. Majority of my family bailed out on us on Christmas Day-just my cousin and her kid came (who were the only ones who called let us know they were going to come). We don't have a lot of money, so we didn't have a lot of presents, so the 6 year old was throwing a fit because we didn't have a lot of presents for her. We were all on our cell phones because one family wouldn't want to talk to the other. One member was mad at my mom, so they would only talk to my dad. Another individual was annoyed at Matthew, so they would only talk to me. One was fed up with Dad so they would only talk to mom. How mature. My dad and I didn't bake at all together like we were supposed to because I was at work all the time (and when he gets pissed, he bakes, so I lived off of cake). I got pissed off at so many people, since it was everybody's duty to rip me apart- why I'm poor, why I can't hangout, why I work all the time, why I don't date, why I'm a virgin, why I don't drink, and why I'm wrong for not falling into everybody else's standards. It's because I don't want to be like you-that's why I'm me. I basically bawled my eyes out for three whole days and just sobbed in misery for a good five other days.
Now, time for the good part...
The best part of my break happened as soon as I got home: I went to the mall as soon as I unloaded all of my crap to go underwear shopping with Steven. After that was done I got a call from Jarred because he was still in CA and we were going to look for something for Ange. I was in the mall looking around and he got a call on the other line, so he said he'd call be back in 30 minutes. I got sick of the mall and went across the street to the discount store. He called me back and asked where I was and I told him I left the mall. He told me to look at watches. I asked the lady working the jewelry department to show me a watch while on the phone with him. He keeps saying stupid crap to distract me such as "Look at the one next to it" as I tell him to shut up and apologize to the lady, whi is now wearing a smile on her face. Finally, Jarred says "turn around". I turn around, and there's my best friend...with a beard...freaking right behind me!!!! He usually doesn't come home for Christmas, so I was shocked! Now that's Christmas spirit right there!
Well, I must go to class, since it's my freaking second day. Sad thing is...I'm more relaxed now that I'm back at school then I ever was at home.
P.S. I love Amazon books-I'm saving a buttload, and when I say "butt" I mean "booty"...a big amount.
By T. D. Jakes
There are people who can walk away from you. And hear me when I tell you this! When people can walk away from you: let them walk. I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone.
When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.
The bible said that, they came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. [1 John 2:19]
People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay. Let them go. And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it just means that their part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead. You've got to know when it's dead.
You've got to know when it's over. Let me tell you something. I've got the gift of good-bye. It's the tenth spiritual gift, I believe in good-bye. It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He'll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat, I don't need it. Stop begging people to stay.
So true!!!!!!
This was the absolutely most rediculous break. The only days I had off were Christmas Day and New Years Day. I worked my butt off (with the oh so sexy Miss Montgomery) and I saw a few friends, but not as many as I wanted to see because I just didn't have time. Majority of my family bailed out on us on Christmas Day-just my cousin and her kid came (who were the only ones who called let us know they were going to come). We don't have a lot of money, so we didn't have a lot of presents, so the 6 year old was throwing a fit because we didn't have a lot of presents for her. We were all on our cell phones because one family wouldn't want to talk to the other. One member was mad at my mom, so they would only talk to my dad. Another individual was annoyed at Matthew, so they would only talk to me. One was fed up with Dad so they would only talk to mom. How mature. My dad and I didn't bake at all together like we were supposed to because I was at work all the time (and when he gets pissed, he bakes, so I lived off of cake). I got pissed off at so many people, since it was everybody's duty to rip me apart- why I'm poor, why I can't hangout, why I work all the time, why I don't date, why I'm a virgin, why I don't drink, and why I'm wrong for not falling into everybody else's standards. It's because I don't want to be like you-that's why I'm me. I basically bawled my eyes out for three whole days and just sobbed in misery for a good five other days.
Now, time for the good part...
The best part of my break happened as soon as I got home: I went to the mall as soon as I unloaded all of my crap to go underwear shopping with Steven. After that was done I got a call from Jarred because he was still in CA and we were going to look for something for Ange. I was in the mall looking around and he got a call on the other line, so he said he'd call be back in 30 minutes. I got sick of the mall and went across the street to the discount store. He called me back and asked where I was and I told him I left the mall. He told me to look at watches. I asked the lady working the jewelry department to show me a watch while on the phone with him. He keeps saying stupid crap to distract me such as "Look at the one next to it" as I tell him to shut up and apologize to the lady, whi is now wearing a smile on her face. Finally, Jarred says "turn around". I turn around, and there's my best friend...with a beard...freaking right behind me!!!! He usually doesn't come home for Christmas, so I was shocked! Now that's Christmas spirit right there!
Well, I must go to class, since it's my freaking second day. Sad thing is...I'm more relaxed now that I'm back at school then I ever was at home.
P.S. I love Amazon books-I'm saving a buttload, and when I say "butt" I mean "booty"...a big amount.