It is honesty from the depths.   More than grateful to the people with pure intentions, recognizing the beauty of their hearts, not just their talents.   Just as I was honored, so I honor others — to brighten their hearts that sometimes feel sad and weak, silent and weary.   But the positive energy oars through the air of optimism, blended with wisdom coming, moving eccentric clouds above.   There is your incomparable brightness that erases our core from the gaslight of wickedness.   Breaking the stereotype that to accolade one is a selfish grant — it is nothing less than sincere recognition of that Grace.   Let us all feel blessed.   And today is a bliss. ✨

Just starting is the best strengthening, it is a feast of our weak being.   Pain tend you to stream your tears, but it is washing your lens to see more brighter and clearer.   Your life may be vague without experiencing turmoil.   When your heart is crying it isn't weakness but truthfulness of a soul.   When you sob, it means you have the feeling, you're human.   You are infinite, but you are alive. You are chosen.   At first, you can say that the pain is unfordable, but you didn't know the true meaning of it:   It is molding you. It is washing you. It cleans you.   It is heaviness, carrying the world when you cry. But it is God's Grace that you cannot deny.   Cry, see the world. But in losing, there's a triumph waiting ahead, the blessings...   Pain is just a false alarm, not to fool you, not to destroy you, but to save you in the abyss of harm. ~ME Helen A. Sarita  #PainIsABlessingInDisguise #BlessingInDisguise #FalseAlarm #SavedF...

Celebrating the command of the stellars, as they follow the direction of my path.   A big breath of fresh air I shall, setting my spirit free at last.   I can face anyone with an honest stare, I am not embarrassed by the teasing wind.   This is freedom. This is liberty. A new life now begins.   The portal opens, I enter inside, walking carefully with every stride.   This is the answer to my weariness, the fulfillment of the promise.   I'm grateful for His way, I am thankful for His loving mercy.   Turning the page, seeing wonders unfold, wonders of faith with Grace untold.   I am indeed blessed. As I worship, I have rest long.   Never mind what others say, for I know where I belong. My rightful place is here, safe in His love and strong.

Our souls travel together toward the realm of eternity.   We are soulbound, drifting the air that surround. Taking away the mystery, while time repairs our pains intensely.   Our hearts reverberate, wondering what destiny is waiting.   Yet our immortal souls embrace closely, contented and wavering.   No matter what lies ahead, we travel together in harmony, both longing, yes.   In this beautiful, eccentric and immortal journey,   I promise to be all yours throughout our way.

 Strike while the heart is burning, I am not here in this world for nothing.   I did not plan for mere profit or gain, nor for what the future might bring.  This is not my own perspective, but it is God's plan and vision, which is perfect.   It is my task, it is my mission, to surrender and salute to His vision. For I am used as an instrument to uplift many souls... it is His fulfillment.   People wonder at my bravery, but it is not just words I care to say. It must be done to inspire and bless, including my own heart craving for peace.   Strike while the heart is burning, for the Spirit within me is working. Flowing through me for others incredibly, giving myself the call of my duty.   I am just here, a passionate vessel, pouring words of wisdom and zeal.  I listen to my soul and its longing, for He sees the preciousness of what I am doing.

We can be a stone, a source of strength, solid, embodied, and strong. We glitter like gems, shining bright, reflecting His holy light.   If we forget ourselves and detach from this world, we might lose our way.   Yet we choose to be light, a shine to everyone's gloom, and remain precious in His sight.   We are the chosen race, called to embrace sacrifices and suffering. Because our tribulations will not be wasted; they will turn into something beautiful and gracious.   We believe in our spiritual home, where everyone is welcome. And we render ourselves, acting in alignment with His perfect will.   Yes, we are a living stone, firm and founded on Rock. No one can ever conquer us, for we belong to God. ~ME HelenSarita