The simplest things make the biggest difference. Remember to set tiny goals. I truly feel like joy lives in the little things, the tiny microscopic things we barley think about, like smiling. My tiny goal for myself was/is to smile more. This plays a part in being present in every moment and not holding on or in better words being attached to any past feelings to allow myself to feel and be aware of all the little joys. And to be honest it feels damn good to smile that shit is contagious and we need more positive attracting shit in the world. My message for today is :
🔑 🔐 - keep your mind at ease and accept all that life has to offer. Accept every experience for what it is and find the humor and cynicism in it all. After all you are just observing your soul your being is way bigger than the human experience and to know that and believe that is joyous. You are so infinite staying aligned and at peace ensure that no matter the circumstance you have the power to grow through it and rewrite the painful ness of growing into a joyous outcome. So smile, laugh, be kind, and compassionate towards yourself. It’s all going to work out tell yourself that, believe it, embody it and just laugh because you know your going to get through it and that journey is going to reassure you of the God/ess in you. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
This picture may not seem to have anything special about it, but, for me, it triggers all the sensations and captures the magic atmosphere of #Valencia during #fallas.
You can feel the #joy of #spring coming in the air.
Kiwi berries! 🥝 • I never knew these existed, but if they would exist anywhere in the world, it’d be in NZ, right? You eat it as you would a grape, skin and all, and it has this soft, sweet taste to it. No fuzz on the outside, just all the same beautiful look as a regular kiwi on the inside. Rich in vitamin C, it has become a snack of choice for me ☺️. Can this be brought to the USA, please?!
old buildings, new life.
I've been thinking a lot recently about what it looks like for old church buildings, and older church communities to continue to house and embrace younger congregations. The thoughts were sparked after a conversation where someone spoke of how sad it makes them when church buildings (by their very nature being missional) might only have a congregation of 10 for communion on a Sunday morning, a few community activities and act as a venue for hire, for the rest of the time.
I think of ressurection life still being present within these old church buildings, through community, 30 years from now when I'm 55.
A church close to my house has a sign outside stating 'A place of Christian Worship since 1880' which is a beautiful reminder for me, of those that have been before.
I guess all of this leaves me grateful for ressurection life, for the early church - for the ancient church and the modern church.
I'm grateful for the church with her beautiful and tainted history - for the church community that raised me as child and the church community that raised me as an adolescent.
I pray for the church communities/ plants I hope I can be a part of building well into old age.
I pray for the times my eyes will see and share in the celebration of marriage and new life. For the times my hands might offer healing in the form of a hug or homemade food for the sick. For the times my feet will walk through the grief or loss or suffering with another. For the times my ears might offer comfort through attentively listening.
This journey of faith, and being part of the body of Christ isn't always an easy one, so I admire those that persevere into old age, and I pray wholeheartedly to look back one day from that position.
M O N D A Y •
Lifting my expectations this week, to see MORE of God in my life!! More Wisdom!
More God Encounters!
More Bold Prayers!