Mach dies – mach das

https://anwaltsblog.wordpress.com/2026/02/03/mach-dies-mach-das/

The Last Line on My Own List

https://aarya045.com/2026/02/03/the-last-line-on-my-own-list/

The Daily Performance of Being Fine

https://ericfoltin.com/2026/02/03/the-daily-performance-of-being-fine/

The Lie of “I’ll Put These Away Later”

https://ericfoltin.com/2026/02/03/the-lie-of-ill-put-these-away-later/

His eyes are like windows that reveal love and compassion.

What book are you reading right now?

In the  ache corners of our hearts, we often find ourselves grappling with profound questions—questions about love, purpose, and the mysterious ways of the divine. I  look to figures like Joseph and David, whose lives were marked by pain and sacrifice, yet ultimately transformed into powerful stories of redemption and intercession. They endured hardships not for their own glory, but to raise the bar for their people, to break the chains of iniquity that bound their bloodlines.

Their stories remind me that sometimes, pain is the crucible through which our greatest potential is revealed.

As we navigate the complexities of human relationships, we discover that love, in its purest form, is indeed one of the most potent emotions. It can uplift, heal, and inspire, but it can also lead us into the depths of confusion and heartache. I’ve experienced this firsthand—wondering if a certain person is meant to be in my life, praying fervently for clarity, only to feel silence in return. In those moments of uncertainty, I have learned that our relationship with God is not just transactional; it’s deeply relational.

God desires an intimate conversation with us—a back-and-forth exchange between father and daughter, a sacred dialogue. I’ve come to understand that God embodies both masculine and feminine attributes, nurturing our spirits with an all-encompassing love. This love is the cornerstone of His deliverance; consider how He used Moses to free the Israelites and how He gives us hope through His Son. It is not through righteousness alone that we are saved but through the immeasurable grace that flows from His heart.

Some may argue that the Old Testament reflects a vengeful God, but the truth is layered deeper. Humanity has lost its way, ensnared by sin and its consequences, yet God, in His infinite wisdom, offers second chances. Remember the negotiations Abraham made with God, or how Moses interceded for the Israelites? These stories reveal a God who listens, who understands our plight, and who loves us fiercely even in our brokenness.However, love is not always straightforward.

Have you ever found yourself deeply in love with someone who seems oblivious to your feelings? You pray for a sign, for clarity, yet sometimes the answer is silence. It’s a painful paradox—wanting someone so intensely while the potential for that love to bloom seems bleak. In my struggle, I’ve attempted to convince myself that moving on with another person would dull the sharp edges of my heartache. Yet, that path often leads to further confusion, because my spirit remains tethered to the love that feels unfulfilled.

It’s natural to wish for a love that aligns with our desires, to yearn for companionship that feels meant to be. Yet, in the quiet spaces of our hearts, we must ask ourselves—who controls time? In my journey, I’ve learned that while I may wish to rush God’s timing, His plans are unfailingly aligned with our greater good.When God asks us to love those who struggle, who seem hopeless, it can feel daunting. Yet, that love is not merely about sacrifice; it’s a divine calling. If you find yourself in a relationship with someone who is lost or battling demons of addiction, remember that your love can illuminate their path.

It’s not about fixing them; it’s about nurturing them with compassion, understanding, and grace. You are not only sharing your love but also sharing God’s glory through your actions.As we reflect on these emotions and experiences, let us embrace our role as intercessors. Our lives are testimonies of God’s mercy and love. When we humbly submit our desires to Him, allowing space for His will to unfold, we find freedom—freedom in knowing that God understands our hearts and knows our future.

So let us practice the art of waiting, of loving sincerely, whether that love is returned or not. In this journey, we may very well discover that the love we share is not lost; it becomes the vessel through which God works miracles—not just in our lives but in the lives of others.

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Money might not be able to buy me love, but it sure helps keep the lights on!

Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).

What I buy often isn’t available in stores, which brings to mind that song, “My Love Don’t Cost a Thing.” I’ve experienced pain that soaked my pillow with endless tears, leaving me feeling like I lost a part of my very soul. It’s tough when you realize that what we all desperately need is a true sense of identity—something you can’t just fake until you make it, no matter how much you might want to. Heartbreak, constant disappointment, and the harsh realities of life can really make you start questioning who you are. That’s why, whenever I see clips of people struggling or trying to improve themselves, I don’t rush to judge or play the role of Judge Judy. I understand their pain all too well, and I genuinely hope they find the help they need as soon as possible.

I used to be that woman who thought that an expensive bag or a lavish vacation would numb the pain and fill the void inside me. But loving yourself is just as important as sharing a part of yourself with someone else. If you can’t accept and love yourself, you won’t truly see or appreciate the efforts of others. I had to seek help; I faced my demons instead of running away and resorting to endless dating and fleeting moments of pleasure to feel better. It became exhausting. I remember crying so hard that I could feel the weight of my tears, those lukewarm tears filled with pain. Psychotherapy has been the most precious gift I’ve ever given myself. It’s helped me grow, appreciate love, and love someone special without any expectations—just to love him and feel good about being so deeply in love with this man who truly deserves it.

They say that the more you grow, the more your perspective shifts. I chose to find myself first, to heal old wounds, and to bury them. I wanted to find someone who could listen without judgment. In today’s world, it’s tough to find that kind of love. We keep searching, yet we set the bar so high that it feels impossible to reach. I’m learning to settle down for less. Prison of my own selfishness made me reevaluate whether the standards I set for myself are realistic, healthy, and smart, or if I’m still chasing after pain when love could be right next door.

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The art of giving a F**k

Do you need time?

It’s that time of year again when we start reflecting on everything that’s happened. January feels like it was just yesterday, and this year has truly been a rollercoaster. I recently shared some thoughts with someone who feels the same way, and we agreed that every year has its ups and downs. But what really matters is that we made it through—both of us did.

The world can feel so dark, and we often ignore what truly matters while we keep chasing after things that don’t fulfill us. We find ourselves in relationships that come with strings attached, expecting our partners to carry the weight of our needs. We pursue careers with the mindset that we want to be like those who have already made it. We’re constantly seeking validation, setting the bar impossibly high. The economy is a mess, with inflation swinging back and forth.

The news is filled with stories of genocide, war, and people hurting each other. And then there’s Gen Z, always coming up with the next big trend. It’s all chaotic, and no matter how much we try to ignore it, we’re all affected in one way or another. It feels like a lose-lose situation, and it’s hard to look forward to the coming year. Yet, there are still some perks waiting to be shared. What I really need is to get on my knees and surrender to the Lord, asking for His intervention.

I could take a vacation and post a smile for the ‘gram, but if my soul isn’t at peace, what’s the point? My faith has been my anchor this year; I’ve fought battles that made me question, “What on earth is this generational curse?” A wise person once said, “If it doesn’t happen to you, who will it happen to?” The glitz and glam aren’t always what they seem.

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Lately, I’ve been feeling a strong connection with the Holy Spirit, guiding me to specific scriptures. For the past month, I’ve found myself reading the same passages every morning without even realizing it until today. I absolutely love the Psalms, especially chapters 23 and 24, and I often hear a voice leading me to other verses within that book. It’s been a month of this beautiful journey, and I can’t help but feel joy in becoming a woman of God—humbled and obedient, building an altar for Him.

I’m not rushing to other scriptures without the guidance of my counselor. During a tough time in the hospital, when I faced serious health challenges and even collapsed, I found myself saying, “Father God, I submit; I surrender.” Those powerful words were my offering to my Maker, acknowledging that I couldn’t do it all on my own. That moment truly changed my life. It doesn’t mean I’m free from challenges, but I now face them with the authority that God has already seen them. All I can do is tell Him, “You are my shepherd; I exalt Your name, for Your name is above every name.” I bring my challenges before His holy name, asking to drink from the cup of living water. One of the Psalms I read daily for repentance is Psalm 51, and for conviction, I turn to Psalm 7.

I even put myself on trial, saying, “Father God, convict me, judge me. If I’ve done anything to displease You without knowing, I accept Your judgment. But I beg You, Father God, to pardon me and vindicate me through the blood of Jesus.” Amen

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From Embers to Dawn

Beneath the coals, a flicker dances—
A heart aflame, yet shadowed trances.
One breath, I’m scorched by fevered light,
The next, adrift in endless night.

No Plan A stitches fractured dreams,
No B can chart these jagged streams.
I clutch the threads of trust, undone—
A tapestry spun by the Holy One.

The grill’s fierce heat, a fleeting high,
Then ashes choke the silent cry.
Laughter fades where echoes dwell,
In hollows, sorrow starts to swell.

Depression’s tide, a thief unseen,
Unmaps the world that once was green.
Yet in the void, a whisper stirs—
A psalm of dust, a prayer deferred.

How else to grasp this tempest’s weight?
But palms upturned, I abdicate.
Mercy, etch my name in grace,
Lift me where the phoenix dares to face

The storm. Let embers, cold and scarred,
Become the stars Your hands unbarred.
For in the wreck, where hope seems slain,
Your dawn ignites the sky again.

This poem weaves duality through fire and shadow, surrendering control to divine trust. It mirrors the chaos of depression while anchoring in faith’s quiet promise.

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Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.

Ah, my “to-do” list. It’s less a list and more a sprawling, multi-dimensional epic poem of procrastination, etched in the digital equivalent of ancient cave paintings. And there, nestled amongst the urgent (like “rewrite the entire internet in iambic pentameter”) and the vaguely aspirational (“learn to play the theremin while juggling flaming bowling pins”), resides the task that has achieved legendary status: “Organize my spice drawer alphabetically by subatomic particle.”

Now, you might ask, “Why subatomic particle?” And to that I say, “Why not?” The conventional alphabetical approach is so… pedestrian. So predictable. Where’s the challenge? Where’s the existential dread that comes with trying to distinguish between a neutrino and a muon when all you want is a pinch of oregano?

The beauty of this task is its beautiful, breathtaking pointlessness. It’s a Sisyphean struggle against the very nature of spice organization. First, there’s the particle identification. Do I need a physics degree to know if my cumin is more of a “down quark” or an “up quark” kind of spice? Then, there’s the sheer volume of spices. I’m convinced my spice collection is actually a portal to another dimension, a dimension where spices breed and multiply at an alarming rate. Every time I open the drawer, it’s like a tiny spice rave in there.

And let’s not forget the existential implications. Is my life really defined by the alphabetical arrangement of my spices by subatomic particle? What does it say about me as a person that this task haunts my to-do list like a spice-scented ghost? Perhaps the true meaning of life isn’t found in the perfectly organized spice drawer, but in the chaotic, beautiful mess that it is.

So, it remains there, mocking me with its impossible grandeur. It’s a constant reminder that some dreams, like perfectly organizing your spices by subatomic particle, are best left as dreams. And honestly, I think I’m okay with that. It gives me something to aspire to… or, more accurately, something to continue avoiding with a mixture of amusement and mild terror.

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