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~...SHE Looked At HERSELF In The Mirror ..& Said 🤍 🤍 We're Not Playing Small ..OR Settling We're Stepping ..Into EVERYTHING We're Meant ..For 🤍 SHE Leveled Up ..& Decided ..SHE Deserved ..MORE Joy Love Peace Alignment ♀️ It's Called Queen Of My Fucking Life ERA...~ #SHE

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Liza Rosen

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St. Thérèse of Lisieux once admitted something many people do not expect from a saint. There was a sister in her convent who irritated her constantly. Not a terrible person. Not openly cruel. Just someone who got under her skin in small, daily ways. Thérèse honestly wrote that “a holy nun of our community annoyed me in all that she did.” Most people would avoid someone like that. Thérèse chose something harder. She remembered that love is not just a feeling. She wrote, “I remembered that charity ought to betray itself in deeds, and not exist merely in the feelings.” So instead of becoming cold, sarcastic, or impatient, she made a decision to love this sister through actions. She smiled at her. Spoke gently to her. Prayed for her often. Looked for the good in her soul. Even when she did not feel like it. And when conversations started becoming tense, Thérèse chose peace over proving herself right. She followed this wisdom: “It is more profitable to leave everyone to his way of thinking than to give way to contentious discourses.” Sometimes she quietly stepped away so frustration would not turn into sin. That part matters. Sometimes people defend impatience and harshness as “just being honest.” But Thérèse understood that self-control and charity are also signs of spiritual maturity. Over time, the sister noticed how kind Thérèse always was and asked why she treated her so gently. Thérèse later explained the reason. She was trying to love Jesus hidden within that sister’s soul. That is real charity. Not loving only when it feels easy. Not loving only people who agree with you. Not loving only when you get something back. But choosing love anyway. In a culture where people quickly cut others off, expose them publicly, and end relationships over disagreements, do you think Christians today are becoming less patient with difficult people? 💬 What is harder for you personally: forgiving someone or continuing to treat them kindly afterward?

St. Thérèse of Lisieux once admitted something many people do not expect from a saint. There was a sister in her convent who irritated her constantly. Not a terrible person. Not openly cruel. Just someone who got under her skin in small, daily ways. Thérèse honestly wrote that “a holy nun of our community annoyed me in all that she did.” Most people would avoid someone like that. Thérèse chose something harder. She remembered that love is not just a feeling. She wrote, “I remembered that charity ought to betray itself in deeds, and not exist merely in the feelings.” So instead of becoming cold, sarcastic, or impatient, she made a decision to love this sister through actions. She smiled at her. Spoke gently to her. Prayed for her often. Looked for the good in her soul. Even when she did not feel like it. And when conversations started becoming tense, Thérèse chose peace over proving herself right. She followed this wisdom: “It is more profitable to leave everyone to his way of thinking than to give way to contentious discourses.” Sometimes she quietly stepped away so frustration would not turn into sin. That part matters. Sometimes people defend impatience and harshness as “just being honest.” But Thérèse understood that self-control and charity are also signs of spiritual maturity. Over time, the sister noticed how kind Thérèse always was and asked why she treated her so gently. Thérèse later explained the reason. She was trying to love Jesus hidden within that sister’s soul. That is real charity. Not loving only when it feels easy. Not loving only people who agree with you. Not loving only when you get something back. But choosing love anyway. In a culture where people quickly cut others off, expose them publicly, and end relationships over disagreements, do you think Christians today are becoming less patient with difficult people? 💬 What is harder for you personally: forgiving someone or continuing to treat them kindly afterward?

Dana Rachel 🇻🇦

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