This is WHY I love my haters, nahsayers and skeptics that choose to follow….

 

This is WHY I love my haters, nahsayers and skeptics….

I just want to say that I love you!
I truly do.
Without those of you who live for the fight,
for the ego, for the anger and the sadness,
there would be no mission to bring light and love into this world.
Without all of you who are super critical,
who find more value and worth in trying to be right then focusing on beauty and truth.
For all of you who feel the need to judge, criticize, make fun of, and attempt to squash,
there would be limited exploration into self,
into deeper awareness and understanding.
Without you who adore darkness and hatred,
who live for the putrid thoughts and ill feelings,
there would not be contrast,
showing what love is and what love is not.
Revealing what walking on the path of soul is and what it is not.
For those who speak of their belief,
their faith and their loyalty,
to something greater and grander,
how they live the words of masters of our past,
yet weld the words of inner demons and sadness.
This void that you choose to bless the rest with,
is a blessing sweet soul.

It is a blessing,
and for this I love you.
I love you,
my haters,
my nahsayers,
the skeptics that choose to follow,
to criticize,
to condemn,
and cast stones that are not yours to cast.

I love you for showing the path that hatred and self-contempt can take any of us down,
for sharing the void that you must feel,
the lostness that eats at your soul.
I hear your pain sweet one.
I see your pleas,
your anger,
your fear.
Your desire to be recognized,
to feel some sort of worth.
If even from a negative source.
Much like a small child,
who acts out to receive attention,
you too act out to be seen.

I tell you here,
I tell you from my heart and my soul,
although you may not want to believe,
to hear or to receive.
I tell you now,
I LOVE YOU.
You are worthy.
You are beautiful.
You are deserving of happiness and abundance.
No matter how lost,
or sad or traumatized you may be.
YOU are worthy.

One day your soul will speak,
and you will choose a different path.
You will choose to hear the words,
the words of your worth.
You will realize that in order to fill that void,
that gaping hole that resides inside of you,
you will have to lean away from hatred,
away from judgement,
away from the casting of the stones.
You will have to embrace that we are all part of the same race.
We are HUMAN.
And we have our misguiding’s.
Our ego catches the best of us,
but still God wants for nothing more,
then EVERYONE of us to LOVE life.
To love thy neighbor as thy self.
To know that none walk without sin.
To know that we are loved.
To know that we are worthy.

And to OWN the very truth that LOVE,
Love is the answer.

This is why I love my haters, my nahsayers and the skeptics that choose to follow me.
That choose to condemn.
That choose to hate as they preach.
I love you sweet haters.
Thank you for supporting my mission.
Thank you for supporting my soul work.
Thank you for the opportunities to share,
my heart,
my soul,
and from this authentic space,
that as I sit in stillness,
and listen to the calling.
I know….
I know who I am .
I know how important it is…
to STAND firmly,
to speak in love,
to clarify,
to lead,
to share the message of a life worth living.
The life that we are all here to LIVE.
A life of THRIVING.
For anything other is not giving praise to our creator.

I love you haters, nahsayers and skeptics.
Thank you! Thank you for your sharing.

Without YOU there would be no reason.

I share with you now one of my favorite messages,
the one that most aligns…

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.” – 1 Corinthians 13:4-8

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Don’t Get Pissed About Being Treated Like A Dog If Your Acting Liking A Puppy.

Don’t Get Pissed About Being Treated Like A Dog If Your Acting Liking A Puppy.
 
We all know people like this.
And in many cases we have all been puppy dogs at some point in our lives.
 
I know I sure have.
Years back, when I was in my teens and early 20’s I was for a sure a puppy dog in some instances.
I felt horribly insecure.
I felt like I was stupid and silly.
I felt like I was not worthy of anything in my life and that I NEEDED approval.
I NEEDED a pat on the head telling me that I was doing good.
That I was seen.
That I was loved.
 
I wanted the pat on my head so badly that I ran behind foot of my friends, my teachers and even my husband.
 
I recall him telling me how insecure I appeared.
He pointed out my pigeon toed stance.
He pointed out my slouching shoulders.
My inability to make let alone keep eye contact.
My fear to go out and be too social.
I clung to his arm like a lost little girl.
I feared being seen for who I was because I did not know who I was and I was scared that who I was was not good enough for this world.
Or for him.
I could not understand why he loved me.
Wanted to be with me.
And why he said he was not worthy of me.
 
This then.
This was a Kendal that was scared of her life.
Scared of her choices.
Scared of her own shadow.
 
Perhaps hard to believe.
But still true.
 
Even though I made my whole existence about my husband and family,
Even though I begged for approval,
begged for that pat on the head like a good puppy.
 
I was irritate when he treated me like a child.
When he scolded me.
When he fathered me.
When he would basically pat his knees and say, “Come here puppy. Aren’t you a sweet girl.”
 
Granted he never actually did this, but it was an energy that was passed between us.
It was him trying to reassure me that I was doing good,
asking for what he wanted, expecting to get it, without realizing guilting me in different ways, and treating me the way you would your pet.
 
I felt often like I was a trophy.
Not a human.
Not a woman.
Not his wife.
But an object.
 
The sick thing is that I asked for this treatment.
I encouraged it even.
 
It was the way I believed I could feel loved.
I was lost and uncertain.
I had no clue who I was and therefore I needed him to tell me who I was and to pat me on the back for being what he said.
 
I wanted to know I was doing good.
Making him happy in my efforts to be what he needed/wanted.
 
But I hated the belittling feeling that came with it.
I hated how I felt inside.
I hated not really being me.
But being something for someone else.
 
SO I bitched about being treated like this,
NEVER realizing until years later that I had done it all to myself.
 
Crazy huh?
 
The thing that I figured out about 10 years into this experience was that I always knew who I was.
 
I was just afraid to express myself.
I was just afraid that if I allowed myself to be seen that I would scare off people in my life that I currently had and I did not want to loose.
So instead of being me,
I hid me from the world and myself,
until I could no longer cope with the pain.
 
My physical body decided one day that I was going to STOP the insanity of hiding from myself or I would be in physical pain.
 
I developed Chrones.
 
Let me tell you, Chrones is not a fun dis-ease.
I spent a few years in horrible pain,
struggling to figure out how to naturally heal myself,
struggling to gain my stamina back for life,
I lived a fatigued existence,
where I started to question if I wanted to go on.
Thank goodness for my babies.
They have always been my reason for everything.
My joy.
But the pain of living with Chrones,
the uncertainty of what it would lead too.
The unstableness of my body EVERYDAY.
I felt like a prisoner in my own flesh.
 
I tried everything to heal myself.
And at the end of it all, I sat there hopeless.
Here I was in my early thirties.
Mom of five.
The prime of my life.
And I was feeling dead.
 
Lost.
Dead.
Hopeless.
Sick.
 
I felt ugly in every sense of the word.
 
But here, here is where God came in.
I knew there was something I was missing.
And one day I ended up at a church event,
it was a book release for a female author that my church was hosting. I went to the talk and listened to this woman share her story.
 
She shared her drama of finding herself.
She shared her trials and tribulations.
She shared that she realized that after the blessing of motherhood that God was offering her the most prize of all possessions.
The most joyous experience of anything.
 
And that was the birthing of herself.
 
This was what I was needing to hear.
Needing to accept.
 
This pain that I was feeling.
This struggle that I was in with my body.
With my mind, my heart, my soul.
 
It was JUST THIS.
 
I was BIRTHING MYSELF.
 
My soul was COMMANDING ME to stop being a puppy dog to others and to start being my own WOMAN.
 
My soul wanted me to CLAIM MY LIFE.
Wanted me to STOP trying to always please others,
stop looking for approval,
but instead give myself approval.
 
The more I stepped into my
POWER,
my STRENGTH,
my TRUTH,
and just allowed myself to be revealed no matter what that meant. No matter if that meant I was going to loose people in my life or not, the quicker my body healed.
The more I embraced myself, the more my SOUL acknowledged me by healing my physical body.
 
Such gratitude I hold for the woman who spoke that day at that event.
 
She made me aware of the bitch I was being.
She made me aware that my neediness was killing me.
She made me aware that I was better than what I had accepted for myself.
And she made me aware that the pain I was experiencing was an opportunity to connect,
to myself.
to God.
To my truth.
 
It was a birthing process.
 
So throw yourself a bone today.
Look at your life,
and see where you may be guilty of being a puppy dog.
Look and see how you are holding yourself back by begging like a hungry dog,
and instead of begging,
FEED YOURSELF.
 
And as always,
Stop Existing & Start Living
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