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Last year, I spent mostly pregnant and just not feeling like myself. I was in bed most days and had no motivation for anything. My word that year was \u003Ci\u003Ecreate\u003C\/i\u003E. I decided to adopt the same word because I wasn't happy with how I ended the year. I didn't create a single thing (\u003Ci\u003Eonly Frankie, which I am very grateful for her little life\u003C\/i\u003E). It quickly became clear that the Lord had a different word in mind for me—\u003Ci\u003E rest\u003C\/i\u003E. It seemed like everywhere I looked, I could feel the Lord tell me that this year was about rest. Slowing down, and return to a garden-like state.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u0026nbsp;Then COVID-19 hit. And if I didn't understand before, it was now clear that my word was \u003Ci\u003Erest\u003C\/i\u003E. \u0026nbsp;I have this terribly, insistent need to have \"arrived.\" I find the journey painfully slow. No surprise. However, lately its like the Lord has been speaking to me about this. A few months ago we went on a long family road trip that was over the course of 8 days. We stoped in several different places, went on hikes, and visited friends and family. It was lovely. I spent the first few days itching to get to where we needed to be next. I just wanted to get to a place so we could have our vacation. \u003Ci\u003EWhat I didn't realize was that the journey was just as important as the end destination\u003C\/i\u003E.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u0026nbsp; For the last few weeks, my temple heart took a few days to really sit still. \u003Ci\u003ETo just be\u003C\/i\u003E. I've had to fight the urge from saying, \"Okay, I've rested, now what?\" Because I knew if I uttered those words, then I really wasn't getting the point. If I have learned anything from walking with my God, it's that He is more interested in my journey than I have a need to feel like I've \"arrived.\" He cares more about my process.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1067\" data-original-width=\"1600\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-EqLZaqvvaIA\/XqXc4rIgqTI\/AAAAAAAAHPQ\/C_MRAo13x6wdqYir2rK-7fiiVY55gOO5gCNcBGAsYHQ\/s1600\/103D24E8-7D9F-407B-B068-4F8A943C24ED.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1067\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-bW_5gM2CLHg\/XqXc4ips6FI\/AAAAAAAAHPU\/rl2oFwNWqM8rilO1jimi4dgbjNr64eLQwCNcBGAsYHQ\/s1600\/B330A555-13DC-4B66-85E8-7BD2B40F59C3.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cblockquote class=\"tr_bq\"\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cb\u003ESONG OF SONGS 2:10-15 (TPT)\u003C\/b\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/blockquote\u003E\n\u003Cblockquote class=\"tr_bq\"\u003E\nThe one I love calls to me:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cb\u003EThe Bridegroom-King\u003C\/b\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nArise, my dearest. Hurry, my darling. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\nCome away with me!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nI have come as you have asked\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nto draw you to my heart and lead you out.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nFor now is the time, my beautiful one.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nThe season has changed,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nthe bondage of your barren winter has ended,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nand the season of hiding is over and gone.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nThe rains have soaked the earth\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nand left it bright with blossoming flowers.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nThe season for singing and pruning the vines has arrived.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nI hear the cooing of doves in our land,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nfilling the air with songs to awaken you\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nand guide you forth.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nCan you not discern this new day of destiny\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nbreaking forth around you?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nThe early signs of my purposes and plans\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nare bursting forth.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nThe budding vines of new life\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nare now blooming everywhere.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nThe fragrance of their flowers whispers,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n“There is change in the air.”\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nArise, my love, my beautiful companion,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nand run with me to the higher place.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nFor now is the time to arise and come away with me.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nFor you are my dove, hidden in the split-open rock.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nIt was I who took you and hid you up high\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nin the secret stairway of the sky.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nLet me see your radiant face and hear your sweet voice.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nHow beautiful your eyes of worship\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nand lovely your voice in prayer.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nYou must catch the troubling foxes,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nthose sly little foxes that hinder our relationship.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nFor they raid our budding vineyard of love\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nto ruin what I’ve planted within you.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nWill you catch them and remove them for me?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\nWe will do it together.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003C\/blockquote\u003E\n\u003Cblockquote class=\"tr_bq\"\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1067\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-s5huGnzhWBk\/XqXc6UrXM4I\/AAAAAAAAHPY\/XYXN9R5RAv4U6bvMdXAGyL7yMAkesqp4ACNcBGAsYHQ\/s1600\/D66473C8-C0A3-41D2-87EF-5C5DED29CF15.JPG\" style=\"text-align: justify;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003C\/blockquote\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\nThere are somethings you don't know until you succumb to the stillness, when all the fluff of life is gone. Who are we when all that is stripped away? What friendships matter? What kind of parents are we when we let go of our activities and rigid schedules? What kind of people are we when we lose the facade? In this season, we've been given the gift of time. We are in need of learning to rest and reflect. This is a Divine pause—use it wisely! Take a walk, create art, have a meaningful conversation, eat a good meal— connect with the Creator! He's all around you, present for it all, in the little and the mundane. He stands witness to our lives and nothing is wasted in His presence. Actively practice Sabbath with Him.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\nxx\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nLuna\u003C\/div\u003E\n"},"link":[{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4466337366809654687\/posts\/default\/1423976302095388773"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4466337366809654687\/posts\/default\/1423976302095388773"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"https:\/\/www.lunasloves.com\/2020\/04\/the-journey-of-rest.html","title":"The Journey of Rest"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Luna_Sallett"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/10460554393333812000"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-kBzu68oxmpw\/XqXbpRsV7DI\/AAAAAAAAHO8\/K_pcv-RlFJAsq5F_O5fwmjM_DtUd3PBXwCNcBGAsYHQ\/s72-c\/E995C8D6-0700-4D42-B0A4-468B4BC82C09.JPG","height":"72","width":"72"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466337366809654687.post-2995468205862184331"},"published":{"$t":"2020-03-15T18:22:00.000-06:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2020-03-15T18:23:53.599-06:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"thoughts"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Reflections: Fear vs Love"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1200\" data-original-width=\"1600\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-0z6leDI4mKU\/Xm68AifdaWI\/AAAAAAAAHKw\/Lb2wzOoefQICmjRZUOOiy6CzigA8ds0hACNcBGAsYHQ\/s1600\/9CA11C99-BD86-4D96-BA36-1A1AEF99C430.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp; The current state of events breed panic. Yet I find that there is still so much to be thankful for: my family is safe and happy and healthy. I could let my thoughts run rampant, tearing away everything in its path, \u0026nbsp;but I am determined to not let fear have a place in my home- not the home of my heart or my physical home. Fear is a strong force, but so is\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Ci style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003Elove\u003C\/i\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E. And dare I say it is an even stronger, more resilient force.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Ci style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003EThree things will last forever-faith, hope, and love- and the greatest of these is love\u003C\/i\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;(1 Cor 13:13).\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u0026nbsp; How I treat these moments teaches my children on how to handle future moments. It's the difference on whether they respond with kindness or react with fear. Faith, hope, and love are the currency of Heaven and I have the ability to release Heaven wherever I go. Often times, people don't realize what storms they are carrying inside of them, so their lives replicate the storms that are fuming on the inside. During this time, let us lean into love. It doesn't take much, I promise.\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1200\" src=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-ejw7mi1ScdQ\/Xm64oIIiJYI\/AAAAAAAAHKU\/DRnIkUTI7xU34jEUkNkQ8QS2tsMLPMwVgCNcBGAsYHQ\/s1600\/1FE92A7C-F8EB-443E-842A-6148B9A0D565.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1200\" src=\"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-4RJlw0PWtuU\/Xm64nwTsAxI\/AAAAAAAAHKQ\/9DwDWn8rFrgQvLB0CizCV5b56KunIaQtQCNcBGAsYHQ\/s1600\/11C91DC4-C88E-4C8A-A7A0-5B8A3144E722.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1200\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-OhU4lPlgwJ4\/Xm64oXb2UlI\/AAAAAAAAHKY\/TXe-LVjGWWcX_zaiBrbRGO9hcfbxagTcACNcBGAsYHQ\/s1600\/54D01422-CDC9-4272-A5D0-9B24B98D5C6B.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1200\" src=\"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-HFx8JwPaD6Y\/Xm64qi1DdeI\/AAAAAAAAHKc\/9h8nInkFD7Yzur4NL1KgtBjm9tB-b22hQCNcBGAsYHQ\/s1600\/7E7C25D4-3007-4691-A182-59E80F129277.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1200\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-koP8pvxREkk\/Xm68Qkox3AI\/AAAAAAAAHK4\/21U-7Q5nEp0ZNQV_eq5ABS0n75aISOaewCNcBGAsYHQ\/s1600\/956A0830-98DB-436F-AE38-E0C900EA4E68.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1200\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-8GUD7ubPEAc\/Xm68Qhe7D_I\/AAAAAAAAHK0\/Q-PJAquhHWUn7rf91aT-gUdcGjPNrVK0ACNcBGAsYHQ\/s1600\/3565654B-1BCB-4AAE-BCD6-6E52CD7AEF26.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nxx\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nLuna"},"link":[{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4466337366809654687\/posts\/default\/2995468205862184331"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4466337366809654687\/posts\/default\/2995468205862184331"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"https:\/\/www.lunasloves.com\/2020\/03\/reflections-fear-vs-love.html","title":"Reflections: Fear vs Love"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Luna_Sallett"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/10460554393333812000"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-0z6leDI4mKU\/Xm68AifdaWI\/AAAAAAAAHKw\/Lb2wzOoefQICmjRZUOOiy6CzigA8ds0hACNcBGAsYHQ\/s72-c\/9CA11C99-BD86-4D96-BA36-1A1AEF99C430.JPG","height":"72","width":"72"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466337366809654687.post-860541174819803730"},"published":{"$t":"2019-06-28T11:07:00.001-06:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2019-06-28T11:48:31.034-06:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"life"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"things I'm afraid to tell you"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"thoughts"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Why I Hate Working With Women"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1067\" data-original-width=\"1600\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-8TWRX-Q7egk\/XRZOPAjaluI\/AAAAAAAAG6Q\/YNGG4A0CvnUnuJALTKtFPdHKjwyeMOcnwCLcBGAs\/s1600\/B7E62DE1-E17E-426A-AF6B-BCD61B5E597B.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Ci style=\"-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 16px;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: \u0026quot;times\u0026quot;;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E \"This is why I \u003Cb\u003Ehate\u003C\/b\u003E working with \u003Cb\u003Ewomen\u003C\/b\u003E.\"\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/i\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit; font-kerning: none;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit; font-kerning: none;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;Yeah, rough. But he said that to \u003Ci\u003Eme\u003C\/i\u003E. And well, okay maybe it wasn't a face to face encounter, but still it was as though ten different women all rose up from inside of me to defend me. The justice part wanted to defend myself. The encourager wanted to soothe where his words hurt. The peacemaker wanted to ensure both sides left feeling fine. The mother inside wanted to comfort me. And the heroine wanted to shelter myself and save the day. Yet as I felt my blood starting to boil, all I really wanted to do was to attack him. I wanted to tear him down and belittle him, hoping it would make him feel as small as he had just made me feel. Unfiltered, I dumped out all my feelings to my husband. Saying all the things I wish I was brave enough to say to his face. Ugly things like, \u003Ci\u003E\"Well, I hope you don't talk to your wife and daughter like that, you misogynistic prick.\"\u003C\/i\u003E But in the end, and with my husbands wisdom, I closed my messages and cried. Actually, I \u003Ci\u003Esobbed;\u003C\/i\u003E and for no less than an hour. It hurt. Like \u003Ci\u003Ereally hurt\u003C\/i\u003E. I felt helpless and that he was getting away with treating me\u0026nbsp; so horribly. Every part of me ached with a longing of vindication to be done on my behalf.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1067\" data-original-width=\"1600\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-AFyt09cxGqQ\/XRZEN0TMagI\/AAAAAAAAG5A\/kdtVhuT62PMx6D1hhzhGx899DLrhvbz5ACLcBGAs\/s1600\/0F6FDDCD-480F-41A2-84C3-DF4AA068CB18.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;Have you ever felt like this? I'm sure if you're reading this and are a women—you have. I have, especially being a smaller woman I feel powerless on many occasions. It's not the story of my life but it was a familiar melody that when it does occur my own tune responds with a fight. The truth is, no\u003Cbr \/\u003Eone can take your power away. Your voice and perspective is the most valuable thing about you.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E \u0026nbsp; After I sobbed for sometime, my husband checked in on me and helped walk me through forgiveness. It was painful. Like taking a thorn out of my skin kind of painful. I didn't want to do it, but I knew that holding on to it was only hurting me. Un-forgiveness turns into resentment and bitterness. Resentment and bitterness is like a poison. If left unattended, it can filter in to other parts of your life leaving damage in its tracks.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1067\" data-original-width=\"1600\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-4w1Obq_jfWE\/XRZEaCV1K8I\/AAAAAAAAG5Q\/L3NjHCnzMCscti5SyvhbHkZ5hk1HmjscQCLcBGAs\/s1600\/60C71F44-817D-45FA-8B66-1E8F13E3855A.JPG\" style=\"text-align: center;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;As I released all the pain I felt, I honestly didn't feel better. I felt nothing. But all I could think about was how there was a God who experienced more betrayal and pain than I could even fathom yet he still did not hold it against humanity. He wore everything I've ever done plus the sin of the world and still forgave. He never once spoke out to defend himself. He humbly sacrificed his life because he knew I could never pay that debt. That's the scandal of the gospel though. There is forgiveness for both the abused and the abuser. Believing in Jesus and \u003Ci\u003Eacting\u003C\/i\u003E like him requires a strength of will. I was reminded how much that is easier said than done. Forgiveness probably being the biggest one. My heart wanted justification, but I knew I may never get it. But forgiveness says, \"\u003Ci\u003EI forgive because I know Someone who never holds my worse days against me\u003C\/i\u003E.\" So if He forgave, \u003Ci\u003Eso can I\u003C\/i\u003E. I am not saying what the man said to me was right, but that is not my decision to be his judge and juror. And quite frankly, that is above my pay grade. What I do know is that it releases me to stop holding judgements against him, or others for that matter, and to just see them as God sees him: a \u003Ci\u003Eson\u003C\/i\u003E. Again, \u003Ci\u003E\u003Cb\u003Eway\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/i\u003E easier said than done.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1067\" data-original-width=\"1600\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-kWi5sa_Bhhg\/XRZEji6JFOI\/AAAAAAAAG5s\/A7I3y4VpDc8livyXF_1z34qQTxNKi-lNwCLcBGAs\/s1600\/E3AA88DE-CBA2-48E3-B8D8-CE8D1907EF66.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;As I took several days to process this event, I began to think about women's roles in the marketplace. Did you know that women are killing it in the US marketplace right now? According to the National Association of Women Business Owners, more than 11.6 million firms are owned by women generating $1.7 trillion in sales as of 2017 (1). Woman-owned business are more likely to have a business that gives back or have some sort of justice cause. From 2017 to 2018, women owned businesses of color grew by 163%. Female ownership grew this year alone in health, beauty, and fitness industries by 55% from the prior year (2). Also statistically women are more likely to start a new business than obtain a pre-established franchise. Women are paving the way!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u0026nbsp; I've seen women do incredible things in my lifetime, from starting from the ground up and becoming a household name to raising small humans who are kind and powerful. There is no glass ceiling for women because they are powerful, compassionate, generous, kind, hella-strong, and more than capable to accomplish their dreams. So, with that said, no I do not think working with women is something to hate. It's something that should be celebrated!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003Exx\u003Cbr \/\u003ELuna\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;\"\u003E1. Statistics found on the National Association of Women Business Owners website. To see full the statistic on \"The State of Women Businesses 2017\" click \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/about.americanexpress.com\/news\/docs\/2017-State-of-Women-Owned-Businesses-Report.pdf\"\u003EHERE\u003C\/a\u003E.\u003Cbr \/\u003E2. \u003Ca href=\"https:\/\/www.guidantfinancial.com\/small-business-trends\/women-in-business\/\"\u003ETrends on 2019 Women Owned Businesses\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4466337366809654687\/posts\/default\/860541174819803730"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4466337366809654687\/posts\/default\/860541174819803730"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"https:\/\/www.lunasloves.com\/2019\/06\/why-i-hate-working-with-women.html","title":"Why I Hate Working With Women"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Luna_Sallett"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/10460554393333812000"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-8TWRX-Q7egk\/XRZOPAjaluI\/AAAAAAAAG6Q\/YNGG4A0CvnUnuJALTKtFPdHKjwyeMOcnwCLcBGAs\/s72-c\/B7E62DE1-E17E-426A-AF6B-BCD61B5E597B.JPG","height":"72","width":"72"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466337366809654687.post-8437309699305940716"},"published":{"$t":"2019-02-22T08:54:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2019-02-22T16:10:44.419-07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"self care"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"thoughts"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Self Love: My Journey With Body Positivity"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1067\" data-original-width=\"1600\" src=\"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-ETPQ8XKLMPU\/XEYii7wiCFI\/AAAAAAAAGvw\/3vidoV6r9TY20GPY_uGW-pMQZXjAmdtuQCLcBGAs\/s1600\/52566117-E0D6-49CA-976D-31B7FA3556AC.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\nSomething I am afraid to tell you is that body positivity is easier said than done. My relationship with my body is like any you would have with a friend or family member. We have good days and we have bad days. You see, we all have relationships with our bodies. Whether or not those are negative or positive is up to that person. That inner dialogue is what determines how well your relationship will be. The National Science Foundation reports that the average person has 12,000 to 60,000 thoughts per day and 80% of those are \u003Ci\u003Enegative\u003C\/i\u003E. Believe it or not, body positivity starts in the mind. Imagine the dialogue that you have with yourself was an actual out loud conversation like one you would have with a friend. What would you be saying? Are you complimenting or tearing down? Would you be talking to yourself kindly?\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1067\" data-original-width=\"1600\" src=\"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-xH2TbSzlf5w\/XEYiePG30MI\/AAAAAAAAGvg\/vmJiaVI4ENErDqIjINpZrRaod5IW-ycwgCLcBGAs\/s1600\/0F54634D-AD49-4EE8-8536-B62453657AA2.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1067\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-Jp7UwBLAt8E\/XEYieB5Z4JI\/AAAAAAAAGvc\/FjM7DtrFeU4Lj22fSCNsl3RblxVCvK59gCLcBGAs\/s1600\/2F2C1BCC-58D0-47B4-B7BD-4F9466607CAB.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;\"\u003EOne thing I am working on is to love my body through the progress and the changes, the highs and the lows, but also the in-betweens. After I had my daughter my body changed so much.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;Between carrying a baby for nine months and breastfeeding, I felt this pressure to be who I was before the baby. It meant my capacity, my size, and my responsibilities. What I realized was that before my daughter I had reached an acceptance for my body, but forgot to carry that over when the inevitable change happens. And it always happens. I learned that body positivity is a process that I needed to continually work on and it was never something where I just arrived. Because that change is inevitable, that meant that my acceptance needed to grow with my body.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1067\" src=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-8ShxrQDLI08\/XEYieDA3BaI\/AAAAAAAAGvk\/Y9msBbJQXVEsLS-4fIev7fUm4mpoRx2JgCLcBGAs\/s1600\/20E7E522-470C-4AF9-9119-4A367FED3535.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1067\" data-original-width=\"1600\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-WAnol5AcIUA\/XEYihccONOI\/AAAAAAAAGvo\/HvldM49DKaEcVvSIcwiAvBuDTqunusXDgCLcBGAs\/s1600\/32CCAD32-262F-491C-8470-12A159CE337E.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1067\" src=\"https:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-xVI--us9Ruk\/XEYii-EseqI\/AAAAAAAAGvs\/-HVdD1-TNEQCy-NxVxUGi4JuIH0wWPveACLcBGAs\/s1600\/54DB2671-B93A-4957-9AB5-7520636D343A.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;Most recently I had a year of a horrible skin freakout (post coming soon), and let me say it was an act of will to purposefully speak love over myself instead of death and hate. I am a firm believer that what you reap you will sow.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Ci style=\"font-family: inherit; text-align: start;\"\u003EAnd whatever you sow in self-hatred you will reap in self-hatred. Whatever you sow in love you will reap in love.\u003C\/i\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;I had to relearn what it meant to love myself, because I am worthy of love. Just because I was having a skin crisis, it didn't mean that I had to punish myself and not let myself receive love. If\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003EI\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;didn't love myself when I was unhappy with what\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003EI\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;was looking at, then I wouldn't love myself when\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003EI\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;was \"perfect.\" You see, body positivity\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003Eisn't\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;about loving yourself during the good times, it's about\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003Eloving yourself through all seasons.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;So what can you do if you are going through a similar season like\u0026nbsp;I was? First, \u003Ci\u003Echoose love\u003C\/i\u003E. It's much easier to point out what is wrong but make an active choice to speak love over yourself. Second, take a look at yourself in the\u0026nbsp;mirror and the areas where you are quick to judge, instead start thanking\u0026nbsp;and blessing them.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003EIt's a very \"Marie Kondo\" style approach, but I promise it's effective. Third, stop comparing! Comparison isn't going to help you. In fact, it will just\u0026nbsp;take you down a long miserable road that's difficult to find your way back. Lastly,\u0026nbsp;remember that body positivity is a journey. We grow, we change, and age and that's all apart of life. And learning to love yourself within that journey is a true treasure.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1067\" src=\"https:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-UjJpSGa36R8\/XEYiktennqI\/AAAAAAAAGv0\/gcbeli5-r5w4MkSWxIeqpU5OBaCAxMa7gCLcBGAs\/s1600\/F8811DF7-B56B-42C8-9F53-23CBA5906A81.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1067\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-xWf-sq0lyjQ\/XEYinbYn6qI\/AAAAAAAAGv8\/-h67zPg-MFw_fKk_hjiJZcEGQoR3X1YBgCLcBGAs\/s1600\/FCECBC49-A138-4566-9961-516D0625A839.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1067\" src=\"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-okHF_DfWdiI\/XEYioL7X15I\/AAAAAAAAGwA\/oeoh2BYHwIQm2QVxRLAGGvz59Mb-u98GACLcBGAs\/s1600\/FFB43168-6624-44FF-9EBF-C3D9132E6195.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\nxx\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\nLuna\u003C\/div\u003E\n"},"link":[{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4466337366809654687\/posts\/default\/8437309699305940716"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4466337366809654687\/posts\/default\/8437309699305940716"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"https:\/\/www.lunasloves.com\/2019\/02\/self-love-my-journey-with-body.html","title":"Self Love: My Journey With Body Positivity"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Luna_Sallett"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/10460554393333812000"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-ETPQ8XKLMPU\/XEYii7wiCFI\/AAAAAAAAGvw\/3vidoV6r9TY20GPY_uGW-pMQZXjAmdtuQCLcBGAs\/s72-c\/52566117-E0D6-49CA-976D-31B7FA3556AC.JPG","height":"72","width":"72"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466337366809654687.post-2715955506037032921"},"published":{"$t":"2019-01-07T15:14:00.001-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2019-01-07T15:29:50.394-07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"life"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"thoughts"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"What I Learned During My Blogging Hiatus "},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1067\" src=\"https:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-p-TmzumB1vY\/XDPHZIiKd8I\/AAAAAAAAGuo\/9T9r5wDFT_InBysqL7LmPRHYZjcPVstWQCLcBGAs\/s1600\/6785DDAC-1D1D-4AF3-9B93-804E4095D989.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: \u0026quot;helvetica neue\u0026quot;; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: 12px;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;\"\u003EThe leaves are changing and the air begins to pickup a chill. It is a sign that is fall. The trees prepare to shed all their extra weight to give their branches a break for winter. Nature picks up on the signs better than we do. They aren’t afraid that their leaves are falling. In fact, it’s like they know it is the season for rest.\u0026nbsp;Much like the natural seasons, we also move through seasons. Unlike natural season, we sometimes fail to acknowledge what seasons we are in because we \u003Ci\u003Ebusy\u003C\/i\u003E being \u003Ci\u003Ebusy\u003C\/i\u003E. We like our busy. Defend our busy. Even take pride in our busy. We put our busy into small, well-manicured boxes that cultivate comparison. \u0026nbsp;We've curated lives of busy and it's to our own detriment.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp; This last year I've really worked on my heart health as well as wholeness in my body and spirit. \u0026nbsp;So I checked in with myself and found I need to evaluate how I was doing and felt like I needed to slow down.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;\"\u003EThere was tugging within my own heart to \u003C\/span\u003E\u003Ci style=\"font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;\"\u003Epause\u003C\/i\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;\"\u003E. \u0026nbsp;So I decided to take a break. I needed \u003C\/span\u003E\u003Ci style=\"font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;\"\u003Erest\u003C\/i\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;\"\u003E. And my posts became few and farther between. A funny truth about social media and blogging is that if you are posting less, you are actually \"not doing well.\" But if my heart says I am doing well because I am posting less, who is right? If I am always feeling the need to post that I am\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003Esuccessful\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;at my busy, at what cost does my \u003Ci\u003Eheart \u003C\/i\u003Esuffer?\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1067\" src=\"https:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-LzxAwzKaj_0\/XDPHZW5qnoI\/AAAAAAAAGus\/PAIv1O7M5g4v0NPr4bEj8K_IMkkszvaVQCLcBGAs\/s1600\/4067A733-750A-4BA8-98B0-CC654AF991F7.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"-webkit-font-kerning: none;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp; Managing my rest is no one else's responsibility. Not a spouse, or a parents, or friends. I took a blogging hiatus to find some rest and to regroup. For so long, I have tried to be everything to everyone. Even with this blog. When I relaunched this blog I wanted to be relent, but I realize now that I need to focus on what is in my lane. I have a\u0026nbsp; desire for people to find wholeness- body, soul and spirit. So in a way, consider this a re- relaunch. Or maybe just a redirection. It is still a place for creativity and style, but my main focus is going to walk through wholeness for myself and if you like what you read, hopefully you can find that too.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-kerning: none;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp; I now feel like my season of rest is ending. It's springtime for me. Things are budding and it's time to \u003Ci\u003Ecreate\u003C\/i\u003E. I turned a beautiful 27 years old this year and I felt a strong sense that there was a new beginning on the horizon.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"-webkit-font-kerning: none;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003ESo learn to monitor your rest, because when spring comes it is time to work. \u003Ci\u003EWhat season are you in?\u003C\/i\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"\" style=\"clear: both;\"\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1067\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-yprlQh3vLbw\/XDPHfMOvfUI\/AAAAAAAAGu8\/rVDfQHfL_vwxAJGoM-_opMUU_8n6eKLmgCLcBGAs\/s1600\/CDEDFA5D-C361-46C9-BD98-41EB4835EE0E.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nxx\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nLuna"},"link":[{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4466337366809654687\/posts\/default\/2715955506037032921"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4466337366809654687\/posts\/default\/2715955506037032921"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"https:\/\/www.lunasloves.com\/2019\/01\/what-i-learned-during-my-blogging-hiatus.html","title":"What I Learned During My Blogging Hiatus "}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Luna_Sallett"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/10460554393333812000"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-p-TmzumB1vY\/XDPHZIiKd8I\/AAAAAAAAGuo\/9T9r5wDFT_InBysqL7LmPRHYZjcPVstWQCLcBGAs\/s72-c\/6785DDAC-1D1D-4AF3-9B93-804E4095D989.JPG","height":"72","width":"72"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466337366809654687.post-5581832876287701575"},"published":{"$t":"2018-04-07T13:41:00.000-06:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2018-04-07T13:41:24.490-06:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"life"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"thoughts"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Being Loved Whole"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1600\" data-original-width=\"1600\" src=\"https:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-9ZtTKavweoU\/WsQkc5FKyzI\/AAAAAAAAGg4\/zLKOJJfaUOw5ChxZrEfZwo86bWUXL-p1ACLcBGAs\/s1600\/16B6308F-1351-4BFA-8736-4C4D55304633.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545; font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp; I still get massive amounts of anxiety when I think of being fully vulnerable.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69);\"\u003EFor\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;a lot of my younger years, I considered being\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003Evulnerable\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;weakness. I'd watch movies of strong,\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003Ecourageous\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;women or read books of \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69); color: #454545;\"\u003Eindependent\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545; font-family: inherit;\"\u003Ecoming-of-age girls\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545; font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;and I took notes on their\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69);\"\u003Esurvival\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545; font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545;\"\u003Emechanisms. The\u0026nbsp;overall\u0026nbsp;takeaway for me\u0026nbsp;was: \u003Ci\u003Edo not under any\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/i\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69);\"\u003E\u003Ci\u003Ecircumstances be weak\u003C\/i\u003E.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545; font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545; font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp; Last night while I was talking with my husband I realized that in order to be fully loved, I have to uncover the dark, hidden things in my heart. Things that I've considered so\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545;\"\u003Eugly\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;that I never dared to say\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003Eout loud.\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003Ci\u003EBecause to be loved in those places, with everything exposed, is to be loved as one whole being.\u003C\/i\u003E In my marriage, I've noticed God's\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003Eextension\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;of love through my husband. The\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003Eunconditional,\u0026nbsp;unwavering\u0026nbsp;example of what Christ is to the church and it makes me so thankful for him. Last night when I uncovered my hurts to Andrew, it allowed him to love me in places that I had previously boxed up and shoved to the corners of my heart. Things so deep, deep down that I had forgotten about them.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545;\"\u003EAll I did was expose light to them.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545; font-family: inherit;\"\u003EThings that\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545;\"\u003Estay hidden and in\u0026nbsp;secret will always have power over us and they loose their power as soon as they are exposed to the light.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp; If you want healing in all areas of your life, I challenge you to\u0026nbsp;expose the things that bring shame and\u0026nbsp;destruction. Then, let the Lord love you there. You can never know what it means to be fully loved if\u0026nbsp;\u003Cspan style=\"caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69);\"\u003Eyou keep those things hidden in the dark.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: #454545; font-family: inherit;\"\u003EIt's time to turn the light back on.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003Exx\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\nLuna\u003C\/div\u003E\n"},"link":[{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4466337366809654687\/posts\/default\/5581832876287701575"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4466337366809654687\/posts\/default\/5581832876287701575"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"https:\/\/www.lunasloves.com\/2018\/04\/being-loved-whole.html","title":"Being Loved Whole"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Luna_Sallett"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/10460554393333812000"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-9ZtTKavweoU\/WsQkc5FKyzI\/AAAAAAAAGg4\/zLKOJJfaUOw5ChxZrEfZwo86bWUXL-p1ACLcBGAs\/s72-c\/16B6308F-1351-4BFA-8736-4C4D55304633.JPG","height":"72","width":"72"}}]}});