Compromise

Sometimes compromise is a very good thing and brings unity and respect and much love. Sometimes it is as easy as compromising on going out to dinner... say Chinese smorg for adults with a menu to order a burger for the kiddlettes. Or maybe going to visit relatives, but staying in a bed and breakfast. Compromise keeps the peace on such issues.

BUT - there is a compromise that asks you to conform to what others believe. It hits on the very heart and core of who you are and all your deepest sacred beliefs. I have been asked to compromise. I am a person who cares and cares fervently about what I do and how I express what I believe. Compromise would bring me an unbearable shame to the core of my very breath... It would transform me into a shell of a corpse with worms eating my heart and mind right out of me. Sounds drastic doesn't it? It is! I know what I believe and why. No one has the right to ask me to compromise. Passion was placed within me as I was formed in my mother's womb. I cannot abort the very essence of who I am. I can compromise on what is for dinner or where to pitch a tent... but who I am is not up for negotiation!

It truly does take courage to do what is right. People gasp and snort, making all kinds of noisey protests! Yet each of us though joined together... stands or falls alone. I stand with great strength right now. I have a shaking within me - but it is not fear... it is more like the thunderous downpour of a high waterfall ~ the strength and awesome power it creates! High overhead is a brilliant rainbow of promise and validation. I am living more authentic as my days pass by and I rest easy within the wise choices I make and live boldly!
Love Lion~*IamWhoIamPaw