two.

Nestle had always been a “too” since she was a baby.

She was always too much

or too little.

She was either too small or too big

She was too strong, too rough, too passionate, she had too many edges, she asked too many questions.

Tetley had always been a “to”

He was always in the background.

He was never the subject or the object but simply took his position between them.

In his last year of high school, his 4th girlfriend (he’d had one for every year)  had had a conversation with him he had tried to forget, she was trying to break up with him and he was trying to understand why.

“This isn’t about me is it?” he asked, referring to the breakup

“That’s the problem T, this isn’t about you, it’s NEVER about you! It’s always about me, it’s always “how’s YOUR day” or “what do YOU want to do” or “okay if YOU want” It’s like your life does not exist without me, it’s like YOU don’t exist without me, without someone, like you can never be alone because then there is nothing about you. Tell me, have you ever said or done anything that wasn’t completely influenced by someone else?”

And that’s exactly what had brought him to the dodgiest centre he had ever had the displeasure of seeing. 1/2 of the neon letters in its sign had stopped working so instead of being “Bobby’s pleasure centre”, it  looked  like “Bby’s ere entr”, it looked a bit ominous if T was being honest and the thought of going home had crossed his mind but he swatted it away.

His ex girlfriend’s words had stayed with him even though he was in his third year of University now, he had seen the advertisement for this free ballroom dancing class on gumtree and the conversation he  had with her came flooding back to him because he  once told her it was something he’d like to do, but she said it was too cringey so he didn’t. He signed up without much thought, that would show her, also the girl he was currently talking to said she really liked boys who did “out of character” things, joining the rugby team at his University was most certainly not an option as his somewhat skinny frame would break if any of the athletic rugby lads so much as looked at him and atleast if he embarrassed himself here, no one would know about it.

She had noticed him first.

He wasn’t exceptionally good looking but Nestle liked that, she didn’t like boys that were goodlooking, she always found them somewhat inauthentic, he had a boyish features and ginger hair, features that she wouldn’t normally find attractive but he worked with them well.

Nestle was certain she had found the love of her life or maybe it’s the dim lighting and the adrenaline from the fact that there is atleast one cute guy here, she smiled at the thought.

Well I hope he doesn’t wear that shirt at our wedding, Nestle laughed silently and rolled her eyes at the thought. I’m so annoying. 

T scanned the room, there was a comfortable amount of people, comfortable in that it wasn’t cramped enough to feel claustrophobic but not too few to feel self conscious. There was a good mix of guys and women but it seemed as though most were either couples or  friends, everyone seemed to know each other. His eyes stopped at a girl who seemed to be a bit farther away from the crowd, she was a black girl with cool dark blue braids in, T had had enough black friends to know that that probably wasn’t her real hair and to know that commenting on it was probably not the best conversation starter, except maybe if it was a compliment but then she’d probably have heard that a lot. He still thought it was cool though.

She was smiling and maybe it was the lighting but she had a beautiful smile.

The instructor called for everyone to gather in a circle, possibly introduce himself and give some instructions, T wasn’t  paying attention.

His eyes looked for hers again.

She was standing right underneath the light this time, directly opposite him. Her eyes were gleaming and she tilted her neck slightly, she stared at the instructor in deep concentration, she was quite cute. His eyes moved downwards, she was wearing a black turtle neck and mid length tartan skirt. He looked down at his own choice of attire, a purple and white plaid shirt and jeans, his favourite.

T was never one to shy away from conversation or from people, he liked talking, he liked making jokes, he liked being around people, it made him feel cool, for lack of better word and  under normal circumstances, he would just stroll to her and ask her if she’d be his partner but she made him nervous, like she might look at him and see his whole life and not be interested.

The instructor was now calling for everyone to find partners and everyone was looking to each other, she had moved away from the light.

Waiting.

Waiting to be chosen, she sighed and looked around, she couldn’t understand why people never chose her, why she was always left on the sidelines. She looked at the cute guy who was currently staring at another girl, this always happened to her, she was never going to be chosen.

He wasn’t sure what to do but he knew he didn’t really have much time to think, it was either now or never. His legs started first and before he knew he was right in front of her,  he had walked up to her and she couldn’t believe it, she was smiling again, this time with teeth and she was beautiful.

And she was still beautiful when he placed his arm, in the most cutest awkward way she had ever seen, around her waist.

And gosh, was she beautiful when he spun her, because her skirt spun too and she laughed and if this was a ball, she would definitely be the belle.

“So what’s your name?” she asked in the break, her eyes soft but like fire at the same time, piercing, daring almost.

“Well people call me T,” he responded hoping she wouldn’t ask him his full name “What’s yours?”

“Surely, it must come from something,” she laughed “What’s your full name?” she sounded like she actually cared about what he had to say, she looked like she wanted to know everything about him.

“Promise you won’t laugh, I hate my name, like I feel like my parents were having a laugh when they named me.” He said smiling, she laughed, he had such a lovely smile and his voice was nothing like anything she thought she would be attracted to but she loved it, she would have never thought that an Irish accent could  be remotely sexy, especially after how many times she had heard it.

“Let’s hear it then.”

“My full name is Tetley,” she couldn’t help laughing at the coincidence, it was just too humorous.

“I told you not to laugh!” he said like a child, which only made her laugh harder. he had an amused expression on his face which made her crush for him intensify and his eyes, his eyes were so piercing, they made her feel like a girl and a woman at the same time.

“No! No!” she said in between giggles “It’s not that, it’s just..” she said

“Just what?” he asked, crossing his arms again like a defensive child.

“My name is Nestle.” He couldn’t contain it himself either and laughed

“Are you serious?” He said through chuckles

“I guess our parents really enjoyed breakfast beverages.”

The conversation rolled on for the rest of the night. She called him Tea and he in return called her Mocha, because that was her favourite coffee. He went to the University of Edinburgh and she went to Heriot Watt, she gave him the facts about why Heriot Watt was superior, he didn’t agree. They both agreed One Direction was the best thing that happened to them  however he was very “After Zayn” and she was “Before Zayn”.

She was different, she had responses.

He listened.

She was fast with her remarks.

He asked questions.

She understood all his references.

He knew his memes.

She even had ones he did not recognise.

There were so many things she could tag him in.

She was funny.

He laughed at her jokes.

She was energetic.

He was grounded.

She was eager.

He was calm.

She asked questions.

He didn’t make her feel like a nuisance.

She was passionate.

He understood.

She was strong.

He was strong.

Even though she was little, her personality was big and she wasn’t afraid.

Even though he was big, he didn’t make her feel little.

She was honest.

He was kind.

She made him feel like he was the most interesting person in the world, he actually started believing he might be.

He made her feel just enough.

 

The class ended too quickly.

She wasn’t ready to go home yet, he had to make her stay.

He had to.

“Anywhere I can take you to?” He asked, grinning.

“Well, I guess I’m not too tired.” She responded.

And so they left together, to find a place for two.

 

to all the girls that yet to fall

This one is straight from my journal and I feel like since we are all friends here I can share, and I know this does not pertain to ALL the guys in the world and all of that, but yea I wont continue to explain myself so I don’t ruin the magic for you.
So enjoy, this is “to all the girls that are yet to fall”

My dearest love,
Darling child
You will be lost but you will find yourself again
so tuck your hair behind your ear and be strong.

The first boy will be…..a boy
He will know the right words to say
and kiss you softly on the lips
He will leave a warm smile on your face
and make you feel like the only girl
but you are not.
and the reason he has all the right words is because he has practiced them
time
and
time
again.

The second boy will be quiet
He is shrouded in mystery
and he never answers questions directly
He doesn’t talk                                  much
Yet he has mastered the language of the eyes
He will tell you he wants you
and needs you
and loves you
all without speaking

He will make you feel like words are useless
but you will soon come to realise the repetition in his language
and you will begin to wonder if his mystery is just another word for nothing.

The third boy will be your favourite boy.
He is everyone’s favourite.
He will make you laugh till you bend
With him, everything is new, everything is bright, everything is an adventure.
With him all sorrows are forgotten and all worries are lost.
But soon the jokes will no longer be funny
and you’ll try to find something concrete
Something you can grasp on to but it’ll all be dust
as things that are forgotten can be remembered and things that are lost can always be found.

Now the fourth boy, you’ll know to run away from yet he will draw you like a LIGHT attracts a MOTH.
He will smell of smoke, risk and expensive perfume
It will scare you but it will be so exhilarating.
He will paint pictures of Paris, London, Milan to you and drink the most expensive champagne to your name
You will argue.

At first, it’ll be one of the things you love about him but then it’ll become all that you do.

Soon Paris will no longer be as beautiful and la vie en rose will be a sad, sad song.

The last boy.
The one right under your nose.
You will ask him how his day was and he will tell you.
He will cuddle you and ask you if you got home safe.
He will kiss the tears of your eyelids and hold your hand as you rant to him about how bad your day was.
It will be so easy and you won’t know what to do because you’ve always been on fight mode
You’ve always been on try hard mode

Ride or die mode
Ride until it dies mode
and it always dies mode.
It might not be explosive.
glittery.
and blinding.

but he will be good to you.
and that will be just fine.

The importance of a 100

Hey boos!

It’s finally happened! I am so excited and so happy, I’ve finally hit a 100 (+1) followers on my blog! For a lot of people it might not seem like a big accomplishment but I am very happy about it because it’s quite important to me, let me explain.

I started blogging when I was 12 years old, I got inspired by icarly and wanted a platform of my own. Since then it had just been a cycle, I’d start a blog, stop writing in it after a couple months and start another one. I’ve probably had 6 blogs before this one and none of them lasted very long, instead of focusing on what I had and growing it, I kept looking for something better. I actually started this blog because I was feeling depressed and needed some kind of creative outlet to let off steam and basically talk about people behind their backs (lol).

Having 100 followers to me means finally being able to decide on a goal, stick to it no matter how long it takes and actually accomplishing it. Having a 100 followers is almost to me, like a testament to my growth. I am no longer that girl who saw hard work and ran, who instead of working on her garden would look for one that was already made.

It’s taken me a long time to decide what my niche is; when I started this blog, I took the form of a fashion and style blogger but I soon realised that that really wasn’t for me, that’s not the kind of thing I want to post about. So here I am, 100 (and 1) followers later and carving a niche for myself and honestly I’m happy with it and  I thank God.

I geniunely believe that now I’m at this point, it can really only go up from here and it will so ride on 1000, I’m coming for you!

To celebrate, I’ve included some clip ons I’ve written from years ago, enjoy! (the first two are from 2012 and the second from 2015, oh dear)

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(Be prepared for some changes coming to this blog, huehue)

Have a blessed week,

Lots of love,

Gedo xx

Gospel Girltalk….or guy: Habakkuk

Pre: I’ve had this in my drafts for a while so I decided to post it today, enjoyyy!

Hey boos,

I hope you are all having a wonderful day (or night). Today I’ve decided to share with you a few things I have learned from reading my bible, I’ve put them in simple easy to understand terms, so you can just pick them up and apply them into your daily life. I guess you could even call them Bitsized Bible  reading. So today we’ll be looking at the book of Habakkuk. The book of Habakkuk was written by well, the prophet Habakkuk and in this part of the bible, we find Habakkuk having a conversation with God.

Here are the things that I picked up from the first chapter of Habakkuk.

  • Even strong men of God lament to the Lord, even they get unsure and afraid and even them see horrible things and are frustrated.
  • God is always one step ahead, he always knows what is going to happen and he even warns us before they happen to prepare us or so that we may avoid them.
  • In the beginning, atleast in the message version, it starts with “The problem as God gave Habakkuk to see it”. This shows that God chose for Habakkuk to see things in the perspective that he saw them, ask God to help you see things in a wider perspective or through a positive light. This could really help when you feel like you are in a bad situation.

Hopefully, from this you have learn’t something. Have a read at Habakkuk and let me know what you have learnt! God chooses to show different things to different people, so let’s hear what he showed you!

Have a blessed day,

Gedo xx

growing pains

Hey boos,

Yes I’m back to the “hey boos” that is something I can NEVER get rid of, that’s my thing now. How has your day been going? Mine has been going pretty well, I got up really early today, 6 AM to be exact and I haven’t taken a nap yet even though I’m really tired.

Anyway enough about me (funny cause all I’m going to do for the rest of this blog is talk about…well..me..) I’ve decided to do something quite scary but at the same time really exciting this summer, I’m going to churn out content every day for a month this summer, well churn out content every day for the whole summer but I’m telling myself a month because that’s easier for my brain to comprehend. I really hope I do this and don’t just give up after 3 days, so make sure you come back to this place everyday for content!

Today I’m going to be discussing something that I’ve really been noticing about myself this year and that’s the feeling of change, I can feel myself slowly changing and I can’t lie it’s a bit of an uncomfortable feeling because it’s not something that can be easily explained. I can feel myself changing, I can feel my thoughts little by little, I am very very slowly becoming the type of person I want to be.

I can feel my thoughts changing extremely slowly from wanting popularity and wanting every single person to love me and want to be my friend to wanting success in my future, to wanting my children to have the best in life. I realize that the things that used to make me very upset, still make me upset but just not as much as it usually would. Let me give you an example, in my psychology class I can confidently say I have NO friends, I come into class, I sit alone, I take my notes, close my laptop and leave and younger me would have hated it, younger me would have tried to force people to make friends with but now I actually prefer not knowing anyone, I love walking into class without feeling the pressure of “oh I don’t really feel like talking to anyone today but I don’t want to be rude..” When I first got into University, the fact that I didn’t have any friends in my psychology class really bothered me but now I just do not care. I also don’t really mind that much when people don’t invite me to things, I mean it still stings a little but I don’t dwell on it like I would have when I was younger.

I find myself being attracted to and being drawn to people that are successful and are dedicated in helping other people succeed, I just keep finding myself attracting stuff like that even when I try to avoid it because 1. Self-help books bore me and 2. Watching people who are more successful than me makes me feel like I’m not, yet it just seems to attract me whether through a video format or an Instagram ad or just something.

I feel like there is something great stirring inside but I’m not sure what it is or how to wake it up properly.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my accomplishments and how I don’t really have that much (heheh) but that is going to change soon, and how I want to make my parents proud and make all the sacrifices they’ve made worth it, I want them to be able to say with full confidence that it was all worth it in the end.

I also find myself becoming more aware when it comes to achieving goals, I’m no longer just writing out resolutions for the new year and never looking at them again, I’m actually trying this time, researching, failing but getting back up again and not giving up. An example of this would be that I’ve always wanted to be someone who was organized and woke up early in the morning and had money and ate well and had a good relationship with God, day by day I’m getting more aware about what I eat, I’m trying to read more books about God, I’m setting alarms and looking at my goals and just actually trying this time.

I suppose it’s all just to do with maturing and growing, I just never knew that you could be aware of the maturing process.

But that’s just my opinion.

Let me know if you feel like this, if you’re at this point where you can feel yourself growing and what does it feel like to you?

Have a blessed day,

Lots of love,

Gedo xx

Gospel Girltalk…or Guy: An honest Conversation.

Hey boos,

I don’t know what is going to happen with this post, I just feel led to write it so let’s see where it goes?

So recently I’ve just come to a block with my relationship with God and I’ve come to a realization that I don’t know God and I don’t know how to love him. That’s probably coming off as a total shocker to a lot of people considering how I’m so open about my faith and how much I appreciate God. Let me explain what I mean.

I realized that I don’t really know God for myself and I don’t know how to have a personal relationship with him. In a sense, I’ve been like the Pharisees, you know, when Jesus came because I only do traditions. I don’t pray because I want to talk to God, I pray because I feel like if I don’t, God will hate me or someone who is close to me will die because I haven’t prayed for protection over them and then when I do pray it’s the same monotonous prayer that I always pray because I don’t know how to talk to God.

I realized when I post things on my social media, praising God publically it’s not necessarily because I want to but because I feel like if I don’t, I’m not being a good Christian. I don’t do things or say things or listen to things or watch things because I feel like I’m not being a good Christian. So by doing things not because I love him or because I want to do them but because I feel like if I don’t do them, I will be punished, I have hardened my heart to God. I don’t love him the way I should and I don’t know what it feels like to love him (yet) because I haven’t been spending my time doing things because I love God, I’ve been spending my time in a routine that has just made me harden my heart towards him. I do things because I am afraid of the consequences (this is hard to write).

My mom always used to tell me this all the time about how I see God as a military God who punishes those who don’t live exactly according to his rules with no compassion whatsoever and I didn’t understand at the time, I just didn’t see it but now I’ve come to this realization and it’s hard, to be honest. I’m moving forward now, trying to unlearn my old ways which isn’t easy either but by God’s grace, I’ll stop and this time I’ll not just “know” but I’ll believe as well.

I’ve never really had Christian friends, I’ve had friends that are also Christians but are Christians in their own time if you know what I mean. Like we didn’t really talk about our faith when we hung out. Now though, I’m trying to get more involved with the Christian Union, making Christian friends and it’s great but then I realized that I started feeling insecure about my faith. I felt like I wasn’t a good Christian (again with this good Christian malarky) like my Christian wasn’t Christian enough. I remember there was a blog post I did, I think it was about anxiety or something and I was a bit anxious to post it (wow) because I was afraid that they would read it and not think my belief in God was good enough? I don’t know, but it happened. Now I’m beginning to learn that there is really no such thing as a “good” Christian, or “not being Christian enough”. A relationship with God is a personal thing and just because my relationship with God is different from yours or because the way I pray is different from the way you pray, doesn’t necessarily mean that I’m a bad Christian because, at the end of the day, I’m praying to my God who knows my voice.

I’ve also been feeling like I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, today, I watched a video about this 23 year old woman who started a company in the Netherlands and she moved to the United States and her life just looked so great and put together and it led me in a whole spin about the fact that I had no passions and I hadn’t made any accomplishments at the age of 19 and just not really doing anything and it really weighed down on my spirits, so I went to lay in my bed and it just came to mind that I should keep on doing what I’m doing that God was going to lead me somewhere. I kind of ignored it and kept on listening to my “chasing pavements” by Adele cause you know, when Gedo goes in she REALLY goes in but the thought just kept coming into mind and I brought out my journal to complain about how everything I try ends up failing only to end up looking at my goals, I got a little more inspired and went to take a shower and instead had a full heartfelt worship session to God and I really felt like he had a plan for me and that I really do have greater things to come, like I really felt it.

I think what I’m trying to say is Christians go through hardships, everyone goes through hard times and struggle but we have God to cling on to and if we just cling, we can make it.

This is supposed to be a post to encourage and to let you know that we all have our days and our doubts and our low points but God has a greater plan for you, for me, for all of us.

If you were looking for a “sign” to not give up, to stay on it, to keep trying then this is your sign.

Greater things are yet to come.

Have a very blessed day,

Lots of love,

Gedo xx

Gospel girltalk…or guy: Anxiety

Hey boos,

How are you? I’m supposed to be completing my business notes right now but instead, I’m by the window in the library writing this #iluvuni.

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Anyhow, I feel like I haven’t done a GGTG segment in a while but that’s because, just like you, I’m still on this walk with God and I still don’t really know what I’m doing (lol). Sometimes I feel like I know some stuff and sometimes, I feel like I know nothing and these days I’ve been feeling like I know nothing. I’m not perfect and neither is my relationship with God, which is what brings us into our topic for today.

I feel like a lot of people see Christians as beings that are incapable of feeling anything that is not synonymous with good (I wish it were true, I really do) but fortunately or unfortunately, that is not the case. They see Christians as these people that don’t face disappointment or confusion or even depression and anxiety, all we do is quote bible verses (please, I wish I could quote bible verses whenever I wanted toand attack and judge anyone else who is not Christian (false yet again, we’re actually nice people pls

If you’re reading this and going through something, I don’t  expect you to read this and be healed or feel better, I just want to assure you that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, even if you can’t see it yet.

Anxiety according to Google dictionary is defined as a feeling of worry, nervousness or unease about something with an uncertain outcome, another definition is a nervous disorder marked by excessive uneasiness and apprehension, typically with compulsive behavior or panic attacks. GAD, according to NHS, Generalised Anxiety Disorder is a common condition that is estimated to affect up to 5% of the UK population which doesn’t sound like a lot until you realize that GAD is only one type of anxiety disorder.

If anxiety or anything at all is physically stopping you from living your life, physically stopping you from performing tasks and LIVING please, please, please get help, it does not make you weak, it does not make you a bad christian, please get the help you need. 

What does the bible say about it? 

God loves us. Say it with me. 

One.

Two.

Three.

God. Loves. Me.

God loves us, and the last thing he wants to see us is in pain, the last thing he wants to see us do is suffer and go through rough times and be anxious and depressed, and honestly his heart breaks for us when he sees us sad, just like your heart breaks when you see your mother or father or siblings or someone really close to you depressed.

1 Peter 5: 6 says “Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you” and then in Matthew 11:28, it states “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest”. He understands that we all go through these rough times and he does not blame you for that, he genuinely just wants to take all the hurt away.

The problem is sometimes we’re so deep in our sorrow, like even when we try to push our head up against the water, the devil pushes our head right back into it again (which is why, when you first feel yourself going down that hole, you get out of it because the more you sink, the more you’re stuck)

In Matthew 6:26, the bible states “Look at the birds of the air, they do not sew or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” and it’s so encouraging because it reassures that everything is going to be alright eventually because if God takes care of the birds and the wild flowers, things that can be considered insignificant, he definitely has our back, I mean, this is the same God that sent his son, Jesus to die for you, he’s got this, this message is so important that it’s in the bible twice, there is an identical passage to this one in Luke 12: 24. In fact, Romans 8:38 to 39 even says “For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels or demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our lord”. Not even your anxiety or your depression can separate you from God’s love, no matter what it tries to tell you, whether it be that he’s not listening, or that he doesn’t love you or that you’re not a good christian or that you’re not doing enough, he still loves you.

What do I do then?

  1. Go to church

I know it sounds like such a typical thing to say but I am serious. Going to church when you feel anxious is such a great thing, being in the house of God brings about some sort of comfort and there you can just lay all your worries and your sorrows and whatever it is that is weighing you down on the cross. My cousin once told me the story of a girl who got broken up with and used going to church as a way to cry without people judging her and it actually ended up helping her relationship with God. Now, I’m not saying you should go to church when you need a good cry but it is one of the first places you should go with a heavy heart because it is the Lord’s house. Where did Hannah go when she had a very heavy heart in the bible? She traveled to church and there she let down the troubles of her heart out so well that the priest there, who had probably seen so many people pray, thought she was drunk and what does the bible say at the end? “Then she went away and ate something and her face was no longer downcast” (1 Samuel 1:18). So go to church,get something to eat and let your face not be downcast. You might not get the answer you’re looking for but you will find comfort, and peace and people who you can confide in and can pray for you.

2. Get someone to pray for/with you.

Whenever I get sad, I find it a little bit difficult to pray and sometimes getting someone to pray for and with you can be so beneficial. Matthew 18: 19-20 says “Again I say to you, if two of you agree on earth about anything they ask, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven. For where two or three are gathered in my name, there I am among them.” and James 5:14-15 says “is any amongst you sick? Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord. And the prayer of faith will save the one who is sick, and the Lord will raise him up. And if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven”. It’s okay to ask for support, that’s what we are here for. If you don’t have someone to pray for or with you, feel free to message me anytime.

3. Listen to gospel.

Another typical thing to say but it does help. I recommend songs like “Live!” by Tye Tribbett, “Take me to the King” by Tamela Mann and Kirk Franklin and my favourite right now, “Road trip” by Kirk Franklin, that one always manages to put me in a good mood, also “Rescuer” by Rend Collective (issajam) but yes, I get it, sometimes you’re really just not up for it but putting on those gospel tunes really does help with the calm, comfort and peace.

When I get into times of need, I also try my best to watch preaching about God’s love for me, and faith and hope and just things that are really encouraging. Most importantly, pray, prayer is so important, even though it’s just a couple words, let God know, ask for help. He wants to help you just as much as you want to be helped. And if you feel like he’s not listening, he is, just not in the way that you think he is. Christianity can be difficult sometimes especially in times like this,  because you don’t get the direct answer or the direct feeling of being better, sometimes you have to wait. Ibuprofen and pain reliefs don’t work instantaneously, they take about 30 minutes before they start kicking in.

Listen to me darling, times like these are one of the times where it feels difficult to be a christian but these are also the times where you have to hold on to God the most, I promise you and I don’t promise a lot, but I promise you, hang on to God baby, you are going to make it.

It is going to be okay.

Have a blessed week,

Lots of love,

Gedo xx

Also here’s some more encouraging bible verses for ya..

Proverbs 3: 5-6

Philippians 4:6-7

John 14:27

Colossians 3:15

Psalms 55:22

Proverbs 12:25 (such a cute one this one)

1 Peters 5:6-8 (Important! do read)

Hebrews 13:5-6 (if material things are worrying you/people are scaring you)

Psalm 56:3 (A prayer to God)