You know what’s wild? The way some folks fumble blessings disguised as people. And I’m talking about good people. Not regular good. Intentionally good. The type that God himself probably handpicked and said, “Yeah, they’re gonna hold you down.” But nah, you out here mishandling them like you got a surplus of pure-hearted folks on speed dial. Spoiler alert: you don’t.
These are the people who show up when they don’t even have to, not because you asked, but because they felt it in their spirit to be there. The ones who keep your name in their prayers—real prayers, not that “thoughts and prayers” nonsense. And what do you do? You overlook them daily while convincing yourself you’re not. You give them scraps of gratitude and think you’ve done something. How many times have they rearranged their life to accommodate you or your needs? Answer that honestly. And before you start deflecting, understand this: nobody owes you that kind of loyalty, so stop treating it like it’s standard.
Intentionally good people aren’t just good to you; they’re consistently good to everyone around them. That energy, that effort, that care—they don’t half-step. They don’t hit you with the bare minimum. They go above and beyond, and meanwhile, you’re barely meeting the threshold of appreciation.
These people deserve flowers—no, not just a single rose you grabbed at the gas station. Full-on bouquets, consistent love, and acknowledgment. And don’t hit me with that, “Oh, they don’t need all that,” because just because they don’t ask for sacrifices doesn’t mean they don’t deserve them. The audacity to think you can just take without giving back because they don’t complain—make it make sense.
This is the person who listens to you rant about your life without judgment, shows up when they’re running on fumes, and still finds a way to pour into you. And you’re too busy “being busy” to even check on them. That’s not “unintentional.” That’s lazy. And disrespectful, if we’re being honest.
God sent you a whole ram in the bush, and you’re treating it like an old lawn ornament. Keep playing, and you’ll find yourself praying for someone you already had but didn’t appreciate. And when that happens, good luck, because these kinds of people don’t come around twice.
Tighten up. Stop mishandling the people who have done nothing but love you right. Before it’s too late.
Whewww!!! Yessss!!! Amen Amen Amen!!!! 🫡🤗🙃