But my natural tendency is to try to be Superwoman...

             A beautiful attribute of God is that He calls us by name, carries our shame, and tells us that we are wonderfully and fearfully made. His love for us is undeniable, and this example is evident through His willingness to die on the cross for our sins and provide for our every need. We are called to live a life glorifying God and illuminating His love for others. However, when we try to take matters of life into our own hands, we face the desire to please self and others rather than God. We try to define what our life should be and how we live out the best “version” of ourselves. It infiltrates our thinking, intentions, and actions, ultimately demonstrating where our hearts lie. For me, this comes in the form of perfection.

            The struggle against perfection continues to present problems in my day-to-day life. To say I strive to be this perfectionist is an understatement. Even from a young age, I sought to achieve this version of perfection and learned very early on the brutal consequences of anxiety regarding failure, rejection, and pleasing others. As the years went on, this perfection developed into desiring to be the best student, friend, family member, athlete, nurse, well-rounded individual, etc. I wanted and (emphasis on still want) to be good at everything, even if certain things do not come naturally to me. The irony is that no matter how many soccer balls are kicked, cartwheels are attempted, or textbooks are read; some individuals are not meant to be good at everything. Trust me, my dance teacher will testify to that. The desire to pursue others’ approval, attention, and affection through my actions show fear of man versus God. Now, wanting to do your best is not necessarily bad, but it threatens one’s intentions and can show where their heart lies if there is a lack of grace and dependence on God. Our desire to do our best should come from obedience and love of God rather than the validation of man or self.

            There is no denying that we all can struggle with the fear of man and the desire to please others. Yet, we should desire God’s recognition and give glory to Him through everything we do. I must challenge myself to always do my best in whatever I do while simultaneously relying on God’s goodness and provision in my life. This action reflects integrity, selflessness, patience, and humility. It no longer becomes all about me but rather all about Him. When I do not understand something or fail so terribly, where does my help come from? Well, my help comes from the Lord. I must recognize that I cannot succumb to this version of perfection that I deem necessary. In return, I will be able to reflect on God’s character in my life through how I interact with others, whether my patient in the clinic, a friend on the phone, or a stranger on the street. Going forward, I must ask sweet Jesus to meet me in the moments where the chains of anxiety bring me to my knees and I feel this overwhelming need to strive for perfection.

God is Good...

If anything, I consistently learn that the best time to process life is when you no longer fight the urge to prevent others from speaking truth into your life and when you actually listen to what they have to say. I don't mean the times where you say, yah, that's a good idea. I mean the moments when someone says something that stings and helps you realize that you do not want to see the beauty in all. That right there, my friend, is what lead up to this post. 

You see, in full transparency, as I approach 30 in the next coming years, I feel stuck. Working full-time while going to school during a global pandemic definitely makes me question the purpose behind it all. I look around at the chaos in healthcare and the burden of those suffering. I feel hopeless. I ask," Why am I doing what I am doing? Is there a purpose behind all of this? Why do I try so hard for it to be all in vain" Yet, I know deep down these statements are untrue and that I have what it takes to make a difference in this world, especially with those who are hurting. 

I add to this enormous stress by looking at my friends and family and comparing my life with what I thought I should have by the age of almost 30. The family, the kids, the stability: something that this wandering spirit has always wanted. You know the white picket fence reality (minus the dog). The thoughts and desires, which are all good, begin to cloud my judgment and what I know to be true about my worth, my vocational calling, and God's ultimate plan and desires for my life. 

 How do I respond when life doesn't match up or play out precisely to what I designed? It is a hard pill to swallow, especially for someone that strives to control every detail. Yet, the response depicts where your heart truly is and what you set your eyes upon. And lately, my answer to that question has been poor, something someone had to keep me accountable to...

Yet, the Lord has compassion on us, even when we (myself included)don't have hunger and thirst for Him...when we doubt His sovereignty...when we doubt His love. The Lord has compassion on us amongst the weary traveling and wandering in life. He provides for us and consistently works in and through us, even when we lose track of the hope in our dependence on Him. At times, it takes the influence and support of others to help you grow spiritually and in all aspects of life. That is what I needed tonight: Someone who reminded me to rely on Christ and not have this single, self-reliant mindset. They dare to step into your life, point you to Christ, and call out untruths when necessary. They sharpen, give a different perspective, and celebrate the work of Christ. For that, I am eternally grateful.

When I need to refocus, I need something or someone to remind me ofGod'ss goodness when it starts to get a little foggy. Today it was a song and one comment from a good friend. The direction of my life and the effort I am putting forth are not at all in vain. And I am okay to feel stuck, but I must step back and look at the positive because God is still good despite everything. 

Culture, tradition, language, and people are all concepts that intrigue me. As a little girl in the third grade, these interests all started when I sat in church and listened to missionaries speak about where they worked, lived, and served in the medical field. From that day, I knew I had a desire to go out into the world and help others just as they did. I wanted to learn, experience, and love BIG. That is precisely what I sought out to do and continue to desire. It's always an "I'll pack my bag and grab my plan ticket" mentality. Yet, there is no current destination at this point in my life. And I am learning to be okay with the delayed flight or current layover. I never thought that my mission field could be staying instead of going while waiting for the next destination. I still have this opportunity to learn, experience, and love BIG in all aspects of life, even when the stress and untruth fog the lenses. And what an opportunity it is to do that in a world that suffers from intense heartbreak. 

When I was young, nurses made things better. They helped me when I suffered from terrible Asthma and felt like I could not take another breath. They spent countless days comforting my brother when the doctors gave him little to no chance of survival from AML Leukemia. They gave my parents physical hugs and emotional reassurance, even though their eyes told a story that they were just as worried about his prognosis. They held my grandfather's hand while he passed with such grace and comfort. They had power behind their role in providing care. Their words, actions, and outlook on each situation made it" better" in a sense whether the ailments were resolved or not. From those encounters, I clung to the hope that one day I could make a difference in someone's life just as the many in my life before me. I do not remember all their names or faces, but I remember what they did and how they made me or my loved ones feel. 

Going forward. I know I can help by sharing the joy and hope of Christ in every encounter, whether at home or within the workplace. It is a learned behavior that can give such comfort. Joy comes even as tears fall. There is beauty in it all. May this joy illuminate through my interactions with my hurting patients and their families, exhausted and frustrated coworkers, or just those who bring discouragement. 

God is always good.

Why I am saying See You Later to Social Media…

            As I sit here in my apartment with a broken AC and bright red circles around my eyes from crying on the phone with my friend for the past hour and half, I look like a hot mess (no pun intended J). All this excitement of what was suppose to be a chill night has caused me to realized that I have been too consumed by validation from all the wrong venues: people, what they say about me, and whether or not they like me. I know I have always struggled with this, but as I head more into “adult world” I was convinced I would not have to deal with it anymore. Wrong. It seems to come in so many different forms that I cannot seem to master or understand. One of the biggest hindrances is social media. I have said it since the 9^th grade; social media is the biggest time waster and self-confidence destroyer. Now I am not going to go and say there are not perks of having social media: staying connected, enjoying countless/mindless information sharing, and indulging by living vicariously through the photos of others. I like the rest of the world enjoy the mindless aspect of it. However, I am talking about how being consumed by it so much that it is becoming a habit/addiction. I detest it. I sit down for a brief second at work or at home, I pull up Instagram and scroll through the pictures, wishing I was vacationing in that warm tropical destination, walking down an isle in a fancy wedding gown to a man who looks with joy at his bride, or looking as beautiful, breathtaking as some of the modeltastic girls that post pictures of themselves with their all their designer clothes and makeup.  If it isn’t Instagram, it is opening up my Facebook/twitter/snapchap first thing in the morning or at night to get the newest gossip or not even reading anything just the act of opening it up. It is used as a numbing escape tool after I have a stressful day at work or a time waster when I am bored with nothing to do. I am taking a break from social media as I focus more of my time in studying the word, saving money to put a down payment on my new home, spending times with friends and family, and working on being healthier and my new interest of learning how to cook. I am not unrealistic in my efforts in taking a break from social media therefore I have set parameters. I am deactivating ALL of my accounts and deleting ALL social media apps (Facebook, Instagram, Snapchap, Twitter) for at least two months. You may say, well that isn’t that long, I don’t know if you can do it, or you spent longer time abroad with hardly any Internet at all? Well, you are correct. Two months will give me enough time to start better habits. They say it really only takes 31 days to create a habit, and I am doing 60 just to make sure. There is nothing wrong with validation, loving being connected, or just having mindless activities to do. I am using this as a tool to help me focus and turn my desire towards Christ. I am thankful for two wise friends tonight. Thanks for speaking truth into my life. Whether it is through long awkward pauses in phone conversations listening to calling me out by telling me to keep it real, I thank you. Truth whether I wanted to hear it or not was just the fuel to the fire that I needed. So if you are reading this post on any form of social media, see you Oct. 15^th! Please be praying for discipline and perseverance as I will be working on something I have been struggling with for a long time.

Positivity Only… I am not letting myself get that bad again

Well, Happy Valentines Day – to some of you Happy Singles Awareness Day!  Today I started my new job in the ER. It was incredibly busy and overwhelming, but I honestly say it was a great day even with people puking and coughing all over me. I am going to learn a lot at this job, and I will definitely be challenged with every individual case that comes in the doors. Emergency Room nursing is a completely different world, and I could not be more excited for this. I feel so blessed. For the first time in months, I feel physically and mentally stable. Although I am completely exhausted, I can say with no doubt that I will be able to sleep through the entire night for the first time in a long time. Oh, how I have needed this. I can’t remember the last time I slept decently and that has definitely made everything worse.  My closest friends and family can attest to that. I become grouchy, emotional, and super uncomfortable to be around. I could sit here and tell you how hard the last couple months have been, how every muscle/bone in my body aches/hurts, how I had to make a decision that impacted my career which made a pay cut in my finances, how my heart was broken or how once again I am dateless on Valentine’s Day. BUT I am not going to. That would have been me last month; the girl who was so consumed with her own problems and completed disregarded taking care of herself or others who care about her. The anxiety that had controlled me to the point where I wanted to distance myself from everyone and everything is no longer acceptable nor warranted here. I was not happy which is strange because I am usually the happiest in the room. However, this experience hasn’t been all horrible. If anything, the last few months have been a period of growth and learning, and I am thankful for them.  I thankful that I now have a deeper appreciation and compassion for my patients because I, myself, hurt all the time and the doctors still don’t know what’s wrong. I can only imagine how each patient feels coming into the hospital with conditions much more severe and life threatening than what I am facing. I am thankful that I have an opportunity to work at an amazing hospital that is literally 2 minutes from my apartment doorstep. I am thankful that I could spending tonight being silly and enjoying the nice weather (for Feburary J) with other singles.  I didn’t have to worry about getting all dressed up or what I should buy as a representation of affection for my date. Yes, I do love the cheesiness of this holiday and I do strongly have the desire to one day have someone special to spend this day with, someone that can spoil me with chocolate and flowers, someone that truly cares about me, but I am not letting myself get caught up in complaining.  Because once I allow myself to get sucked in, I am going to end up right where I began. I look around and see too much negativity at work, at home, and in the world in general. It is so tiring and I never realized how annoying it is, and I don’t want to return to the same patterns that has been so damaging. For now, I am going to sit here all wrapped up in my heated blanket enjoying my cup of hot chocolate while blaring my country music.  Instead of constantly worrying or looking at the negative side of things, I am going to employ a new policy of positivity. The Lord is so good even amongst suffering, pain, and chaos. I told my roommate today, “I don’t know what has gotten into me today, but I could not be happier or more hyper.” Either one, I will take it! People love positive people. I know I always want to surround myself around people who are happy and who make me smile. I desire to be that kind person, that no matter what comes my way that I look on the brighter side and trust God. I want to be that person others want to be around because I make them smile and laugh (no matter how stupid/silly I have to be).

I WANT TO BE THE WOMAN WHO OVERCOMES OBSTACLES BY TACKLING THEM WITH FAITH  INSTEAD OF TIPTOEING AROUND THEM WITH FEAR...

Thanks for allowing me to share with you all some of the things that have been taking place over the last couple of weeks! God is good all of the time! 

Until next time… Hasta Luego

You are so deeply loved,

L

I AM STILL THAT BUBBLY GIRL WHO SINGS IN THE CAR...I AM JUST GAINING MY SONG BACK AGAIN

January 31, 2017

Well, as many of you know, I legitimately think today should be a holiday.  You laugh and roll your eyes, but if you know anything about me at all, then you know that I am obsessed with ALL birthdays, especially my own. For some reason, I think everyone should celebrate themselves and there is no better day than the day of your birth. Bring on all the cake, the ginormous balloons, and fancy gifts! It’s time for a party baby. As for this year, I have reached another year closer to a quarter of a century but somehow still look like a 15 year old girl (people keep saying it’s a good thing, but I have yet to see why). This year has been full of extreme highs and lows, especially these last couple months. In fact, these last six-seven weeks have been so utterly exhausting and emotional draining that I didn't want to do anything for my birthday at all. Ultimately, I was going to boycott it all together if there wasn't some convincing of my roommate and my family, I would be doing just that. But they kept saying that I would be denying myself of the enjoyment and pleasure of something I treasure so dearly. So I had to stop myself and accept defeat. I could not wallow in what I thought was miserable as it is not who I am nor is it who I want to be. I have never been the person to let someone bring me down or a circumstance control me as much as I have the last few months. I vow to make this birthday the  best. Not due to a fancy/big party, but due to inspiring to be a better Christian, nurse, daughter, granddaughter, niece, cousin, sister, and friend.

 You know that sinking feeling you get deep down where you know something is not right, the one that suffocates you and needs disappear, but no matter what happens or what you do, it doesn’t go away. Not only does this gnawing/burning anxiety sticks around, but it also permeates throughout the entire body. I can distinctly remember the first time I felt this. I was 12 years old. My dad was taking me to a sleepover at one of my classmate's house. I was so nervous that I wouldn't fit in and that the other girls wouldn't like me that I made my dad turn around and go home. I claimed I was "sick" but in fact, I was just so nervous that I didn't want to go and I physically made myself sick. The lump in my throat would not go away,and my stomach began to start to churn so much that I attributed it to being sick and within a hour or so, I was back to my normal self. This past year, I have had this feeling more times than I can count. Between work, friends stuff, moving,  a new job, and a sudden onset of a health condition, I haven't been able to get rid of this awful feeling and I have yet to return to my normal self. I'm tired of being tired. I'm tired of seeking attention, using my pain/sickness as an excuse, and wallowing in self-pity. I'm tired of losing focus of who I am. As I go into my birthday, I want to put away all the bad things that have happened over the course of a few months. I want to focus on the positive things and to accept each next challenge with grace instead of anxiety. It isn't easy, but I am ready and NEED a change now.

5 Take-aways at age 24:

1. Learn to respect myself more, take time for me (not just in a selfish way) and slow down. Now I am not a pro or anything, but I have the tendency to take the easy way out. However, I am starting to see the negative impact of not taking care of myself and overdoing it. As a nurse, I should know better. In general, this means you aren't going to get any better if you continue to ware yourself out. Eat appropriately, exercise, attend to your mental/spiritual health, and SLEEP (what the heck is that?!?). I will continue to figure out this new health condition and I will do whatever it takes to feel normal.

2. Trust in the Big man upstairs. I seriously don't know what is in store. If you told me a
year ago that  I would be doing what I am doing now, I would have just laughed. Don't doubt his plans for you and don't place blame when something is extremely difficult or doesn't go your way at all. Do not worry if you haven't fulfilled your five year plan or if things with "Mr. right" hasn't worked out, or you feel like you aren't living at your fullest capacity. Take a breath, relax, and open the Word. I have to be reminded that I am a loved child of the living King and that I can have a relationship WITH Him. He is in control even when I am confused and think everything is in chaos.

3. Not everyone has to be your best buddy (be kind, be generous, be loving
but you have no obligation to have to be liked by everyone even though my people-pleasing personality thrives on it and tells me otherwise). We are all different and it is okay if you aren't always invited to the coolest party,Lauren. I have been so wrapped up in certain people that I failed to see what was actually real versus some false reality that I played in my head. I let my closest friends and family down as I idolized individuals that hurt me and really didn’t care. I wore my deep feelings on my sleeves and my heart was broke as a result. Don't worry as there can be restitution and forgiveness in these situations,but there also can be a sense of boundaries and a healthy guardedness. I learned to not get so distraught/caught up because a friend did something to upset me or a certain relationship wasn't what I thought,expected ,and/or wanted it to be.

4. Work hard. I have always been a hard worker and 100% goal oriented. I have been blessed with many opportunities to serve with my talents and be challenge in ways I could not even imagine. Never be prideful and conceited, but do what you love and what you are good at. Strive to be the best and learn from your mistakes.

5. Play hard. Life is too short to let the hard things prevent you from doing things that you love. Travel, Jump out of that airplane, Shop-till- you drop, Ride all the rollercoasters, drink your coffee/eat your dark chocolate daily, never apologize for being yourself and for laughing so hard that you almost stop breathing. Don't let anxiety, pain, or constrains of everyday life to let you break loose and be adventurous.

The passage I have focused on recently is Luke 7/Mark 14. These passages tell the story of the woman anointing Jesus' feet and how she knew he was import and so special that she gave the most precious thing she had to anoint his feet. When I think of Christ, His cross, and all that he has done for me, I just cringe at the fact that I have been so naïve and selfish. I have conformed into the patterns of this world by letting greed, bitterness, malice, and self-destruction consume me. Instead, I should have been clinging to him and wanting to give him the most precious thing that I have, my life. I want to fall in love with Christ more each and everyday. I want to adore Him and that with all of my life I can be like the perfume anointed at His feet.

Please be praying for clarity and healing over the next couple months. I start my next journey in my career as a nurse in 3 weeks and will be fighting everyday to figure out/ beat this new illness.

You are incredibly loved,
L

"In the eye of the storm you remain in control, In the middle of the war, you guard my soul. Your love surrounds me."

Stuck in the Mud: broken hearts, sleepless nights, and wavering hope. The Journey of a newbie ICU nurse…

Just take care of yourself.  Stop worrying what everyone thinks. You worry way too much.  You have a lot to be grateful for. You know those words that I so easily dish out to people, in fact probably way too much. Yet, when directed towards me, I so unwillingly listen to and take into consideration. In fact, I become frustrated and even sometimes mad if people say them to me. I don’t know if it is a pride issue or a stubbornness issue. As a nurse, I believe it is my natural instinct to think/care about others and to believe I can fix-it all.  I don’t know if that applies to every nurse, but I spend day in and out literally caring and considering every aspect of an individual’s life whether for people at work or for people at home. I joke that my job encompasses my different titles that make me act the way I do: the mother, the teacher, the nanny, the waitress, the social worker, the janitor, the peacemaker, the lifesaver, etc. The list can go on and on. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job and wouldn’t change the experience I am gaining. The people I work with and the patient’s I care for make it totally worth all the stress. Over the last three years (1 year as a actual RN), I have grown to love the ICU and the complexity of the job. I love being able to solve so many problems and multi-task on a 100 things at once. I love being able to see the smile on a patient’s face when I can give them ice cream for the first time after not eating for a week or seeing a patient take their first breath after being taken off of a breathing machine. I find joy in being able to give pain relief to that trauma patient who wasn’t expecting to be involved in a car wreck or to give a shoulder to cry on to a grieving family member who just watched their love one pass away. However, over the last couple of months, sadly, I have realized that I am not invincible and that I need to take care of myself and treat myself the same as I do everyone else… although I try 100% to be; I am not Superman (as much as I allude to Charlie Puth’s One Call Away). I try to juggle the demands of my first big girl job with the balancing act of learning how to be an adult and somewhat maintaining a social life with a family and friends. I come home defeated and burnt out because I saw something horrific at work or someone wasn’t satisfied with the care I was giving.  I become frustrated because I have to schedule every aspect of my life because working night shift means working on some of the weekends, on the holidays, and on the nights when I really just want to go out with friends or travel to see my younger brother out of state. I become angry because my friends and family don’t understand that although I only work three days each week, that I am emotionally and physically drained the other four days and that even though some nights are mundane and slow paced, others are so crazy that I just want to walk out and quit. I gain hatred for the fact that I have to split my time, energy, and compassion between the innocent cancer patient and the patient that comes in and out of the hospital because they have once again abused multiple drugs and/or alcohol. I constantly wake up in the middle of night/day hearing hospital alarms or freaking out that I omitted a medication or gave the wrong medication to a patient. I have let every little anxiety control me to the point that I have lost all focus, which has seriously affected every aspect of my physical, spiritual, and emotional health and well being. I have not only lost focus of why I am doing what I am doing but also who I am. I am tired. Not just the type that a good night’s rest will cover. I have hit a brick wall, both literally and figuratively. Yah, don’t laugh but I ran into a brick wall the other day because I didn’t see it. Yes, comedic relief is a legitimate thing and the main reason why I hang out with certain people but that is beside the point I am trying to make. I have become a bitter, cynical, jealous and sometimes cranky 23- year old and certain people can attest to that. The last couple of months I haven’t felt like my normal self.  I have lost focus that I am a child of the living God, who is passionate, caring, and full of this energy to love life and live it to the fullest. I have lost focus that I am talented in what I do and the fact that I always strive for success in whatever obstacle/goal that I face. I have lost focus that it is okay to make mistakes and that I am not a failure just because something didn’t turn out for the best or how I expected it to. I have lost focus of the beauty of the world and instead focused on the evil, the deep pain, sickness, and sadness I see everyday at work. I am tired of it. And some change is happening right now. Tonight I pledge to take more care of myself. I pledge to eat healthier, drink more water, and to prioritize sleep.  I pledge to value the beauty in what is around me and to listen to those statements of advice that were mentioned earlier. I am loved by the living God, what is greater than that?! He is Bigger than anything I desire or imagine. I may not understand everything that is going on and it is okay to be upset. But I know that it is not okay to stew in this state of confusion.  From now on, I am resting in his presence and trusting in Him. I may fall down every once and awhile, but I am looking forward to this weight being lifted off of my shoulders. God is good all the time.

“Your praise will ever be on my lips.”

“There is no place that I rather be than here in your love”

Thanks friends for reading. You are loved,

L

To the me in the photos....

I look at the photos filling up the walls of your room. The photos of you and your adventures, of your closest friends and family, of the memories that you hold close to you. You know the photos that are your favorite and you can’t get rid of no matter how old they are. Each photo is taken in a completely different environment yet something remains the same. Your smile is the same. Years could go by but you continue to have that same look on your face. Despite how cheesy your smile looks, you are truly happy. You are happy to be in the picture with that specific person, doing that particular thing, at that exact moment in time. Whether it is petting that beautiful white tiger in Africa or standing next to one of your best friends at a concert, your smile radiates. You don’t know what is about to happen or where you are going next, but you are happy. Oh, how I wish you could see the road ahead- the hard times, the good times, the people that are going to show up in your life at an unexpected moment, the lessons you are going to learn. I wish I could tell you how it’s okay to slow down and smell the flowers or to relax every once in a while. Growing up is different and it’s going to take an incredible amount of strength. You aren’t always going to get what you want or you might but it might not be on your timeline or how you wanted it to go. Shocker! The cute guy isn’t always going to notice you or you may not always afford the fancy dress you so want to buy in the window of the shopping mall. You job will tear you apart. There will be days when you want to throw it all away and quit, but don’t. Your roommate is going to get annoyed with you and your family will call you hundreds of times to check up on you. No matter how much you are burnt out, keep going. You are going to say you can’t or won’t one million times, but you are going to do it.  Do it anyways because your family loves you, your friends want the best for you, and your patients’ lives literally depend on you.  As I am writing to you, I am tired. You know the kind of tired where you don’t want to do anything except cuddle in a mound of blankets and not get up for hours. I am not tired physically, which is what most people would contribute to a night-shifters comment on exhaustion. For a change, my body is rejuvenated and no longer aching/longing for sleep during the night hours. However, I am the kind of tired where you have been working to obtain something that is unobtainable. You have given your whole energy and heart to something, which may not even happen.  You know that you a very motivated and high achieving individual that for years has set somewhat ambitious goals. The Lord has blessed you and each year you have been able to achieve your ambitious goal.  Yet you continue to impatiently want more. Why?  Stop alluding to the fact you haven’t checked all the boxes in your 5-10 year goal plan yet. That is just so stupid. You are a beautiful, cherished daughter of the King. He is able to do far more than you can imagine in your life. It doesn’t matter if you haven’t achieved that dream of being a wife/mom with the white-picket fence, or the trauma flight nurse flying over the scene of a multi-car pile up, or the Peace Corp volunteer feeding orphan children in Central America. God has given you a desire to love people. So continue loving the people in your life. Work better to mend broken relationships and look for ways to create new ones. Don’t let your insecurities and impatience get in the way of God working in/ through you. The Lord has great plans for you Lauren. Relax and continue to smile despite how cheesy it may be.

You are Loved,
L