#EvolutionofaHolyBadAss
The key to this game of life is loving all of yourself, even as you continually evolve. Yeah, not only am I a grown woman, I am a grown-ass African-descended Queen, beloved of an Omnipotent God.
I truly wish that I was a more trusting child. Sadly, I am not. I'm going to require a little extra work, but I know You. I fully understand that I am just a moment in Your Eternity, and that You can be patient with me.
This year, and I've said this before, I'm taking NO Ls. I am reclaiming my my peace and my power.
This morning, I read a Chinese proverb that reminded me that "one joy scatters a hundred griefs." My next thought was, "what can I do today to bring myself joy? I ask that question every morning. I will ask it, upon rising in gratitude, each morning for the balance of my days. I suggest you do the same.
We're All Faking It Edition Impostor Syndrome is like fear. That doesn't mean it's not real. It's a distraction. Breathe, move past it, and use your gifts. God endowed you with seeds to plant. Do not disdain the Master Gardener by wasting that which you have been given. "as N.T. Wright puts it, God "doesn't …
Life is beautiful, but it's a crap shoot. Short, and beyond our control. Don't miss a moment you can't get back.
This is the last day I'll ever be 55. I'm leaving the speed limit behind. As the song says, it's time to "Take the Limits Off."
"If God be our God, He will give us peace in trouble." That peace is Sabbath.
..whereas I was asking God to open the door if that was God's Will; God burned the house down, eliminating the door.
More than satisfying, breakfast was a faith lesson. It was also about communion, as it satisfied my hunger and that of the adorable interloper who nicked what I didn't finish (I was done).
