A Look Into A Woman’s Existence

Watch her eyes
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“A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?” “Because I’m a woman, ” she told him.
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“I don’t understand, ” he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”
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Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”
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“All women cry for no reason, ” was all his dad could say.
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The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry…
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Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked , “God , why do women cry so easily ?”
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God said
“When I made the woman she had to be special.
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I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.
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I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
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I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up , and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
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I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances , even when her child has hurt her very badly.
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I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
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And finally , I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.”
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“You see my son , ” said God , “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears , the figure that she carries , or the way she combs her hair.
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The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes , because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”
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Please send this to ten beautiful women you know today. If you do , – You will boost another woman’s self-esteem. I’m also waiting
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Pass it on to men too – perhaps they will then understand “why women cry….
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Dedicated to beautiful ladies.

A Cry In The Wind

Goddess morning Royals ๐Ÿ‘‘. First, give praise and worship to the all High.

It’s a great warm, but breezy day, as I walk along a path in the park. My head is cloudy even though there’s no clouds in sight. I came here to try to clear my thoughts so I can focus on my writing but it doesn’t seem to be helping. I take a seat on a bench to relax and enjoy the breeze but there’s a faint sound in the wind.

I ignore it because it could only be the wind and nothing more. Once again I try to relax. The fog in my head is starting to clear but there is goes again that sound, but it’s a little louder. I stand to take a look around me, but nothing. I listen harder to see in which direction is it coming but still nothing. Once again, it’s the wind whistling.

Feeling slightly better I began to walk again, the breeze is getting stronger but still warm. Against my back the breeze pushes, like it’s forcing me in a certain direction. I think to myself, maybe it wants me to find the whisper amongst it’s current. I walk just a little faster, but the breeze stop blowing. A calm is now amongst me, and I stop to take a deep breath. It’s silent for once and like I thought the sound was only the wind. Without the wind the temperature is the right warmth for me, but as I look around others are sweating out of control. They are wishing for the breeze and since I don’t mind either way, I guess I was too.

It came strong like mother nature was running for her life. Strong and forceful as if a storm was upon us. I just crossed my arms and enjoyed it but the noise was loud and it sounded like someone calling out for help. I spin in the direction the wind was coming from but it change before I could get my bearings. Before long the sound surrounded me like a warm blanket. I couldn’t pin point the cry because it kept changing. It called my name, it cried for help, it’s yelled for control, it begged for understanding, it pleaded for directions, it was reaching out to me but I couldn’t reach back. I stood spinning, trying to not allow it to consume me, but it was, and I was afraid the outcome.

I yelled, I can’t find you! I want to help just tell me where you are! Then nothing it got quiet again and the breeze was no more. I asked others around me did they hear the cry for help. Everyone I asked said no. I’m lost, how can this be? The cry was so loud and so real. How is it I’m the only one to hear it? Then I hear it again but now like at first, just a faint breeze. But I don’t go looking for it because I have no idea where it’s coming from. I sit and concentrate on it’s direction so I can help, but it just there. No direction, just there.

I start to pray and ask for the person to be helped and before you know it the sound is gone and a voice comes over me and said, “That’s all I’ve been waiting on, you to ask for help.” “I replied, “I’m not asking for me, I’m asking for the cry in the wind.” The voice says back, “I know that’s why I’m here, to help you. Your conscience spoke so loud to me, that I couldn’t ignore it any longer. So I’m here to offer my help where you have cried for it.” Then tears ran down my face and all I could do is say, “THANK YOU!” For He heard my silent cry in the wind.

Sending you all love and kisses. #GoddessLove

The Wants of Woman

The Wants of Woman

Women want a man that is not afraid to cry.  Women want a man who have no doubts about being a man and can show his boyish ways.  Women want a man to kiss her with passion and know what is going on in his mind.  We want to roll over to breakfast in bed.   We want to roll around on the grass with a man in our arms with smiles and laughter.  We want a man to feel when we are sad, take us in his arms and hold us like everything is going to be alright.  We donโ€™t want to hear it; we just want to be able to feel it.  We want to be laid out on a bed with silk sheets and our man stand there with roses in his hands, telling us that roses arenโ€™t worthy enough to be in our presence, because we are so beautiful and mean it.  We want to feel our man lips softly pressed against our bodies and the heat of his warmth flow through our veins.  We want to be able to be by ourselves and know that our man isnโ€™t somewhere doing something that he have no business doing.  We want to be with our girls and him with his boys and know that we are the only one on his mind.  We want him to know that we are the only woman he will ever need.  We are women listen to our wants we are old enough for our wants not to hurt us, so thatโ€™s why we are women who is free.  

Women want a man that will take care of us.  We want him to rub our backs, caress our body, sooth our soul, relax our minds, and make passionate love to us without touching us.  We want him to be able to please us both physically and mentally.  We want the kind of man that is all ours.  We want the kind of man that is real and down to earth.  We want a man to know if we claim that corporate empire that itโ€™s both of ours.  We want a man that is not on a high horse but riding beside us.  We want a man that when our pockets are empty he will fill them.  We want a man that can be our right hand when ours are unable to do.  We want a man that can cook, clean, pay bill, take care of the kids and keep us pleased.  We want a man that can work a 9 to 5 or 10 to 6 and keep home safe, even if he isnโ€™t there.  We want a man that can do all these things and still make us sing, like a bird in love.  We are women hear our wants.  We are old enough for our wants not to hurt us, so thatโ€™s why we are women who are free.

We want a man who looks us in the eyes and tells us whatโ€™s on his mind without blinking or pausing.  We want a man who wouldnโ€™t lie, because lies led to loneliness.  We want a man that stands tall in any situation and proud of what he is.  We want a man with pride, but isnโ€™t afraid of help.  We want a man who gives us chills when he smiles at us.  We want a man who gives us butterflies in our stomach when he touches us.  We want a man who will push the hair away from our eyes and tell us not to hide our beauty.  We want a man who is there for us when we think that we lost the prettiness in us to tell us that it is gone nowhere and mean it.  We want a man that is handy in all areas of life.  We want a man that we can roll over to in the morning and he calls us his lovely wife.  We want man without a doubt who is always will to work it out.  We are women hear our wants.  We are old enough for your want not to hurt us, so thatโ€™s why we are women who are free.