When we forgive, it feels unnatural. It feels like a lie. It doesn’t feel real at first. We say it with our mouths and it tastes like ashes as we say it. We feel resentful, but we go ahead anyway. It will raise its head again soon enough. The sick feeling as we relive that moment we were hurt, destroyed, brought low, victimized. When it does, we feel the familiar acid of it crawling around our mind, our body, our very soul. But the voice of Jesus says again: “forgive”, so we forgive again.
And as I remember, I think, “What if my story isn’t nearly as important as I’ve thought, and at the same time, infinitely more so?” Could I learn to live, just simply live a life? An ordinary life that doesn’t chase acceptance or self-glory or grandiosity, but simply serves humbly and loves sacrificially and feels passionately and gives all its got. What if the most extraordinary things are really the most ordinary things done with Love’s great purpose?
You see, water was made to move. Flowing water is life-giving water. Stagnant water stands to rot until it can once again enter the cycle of constant motion that it was made for. I am a drop in the cycle and I was made to move too. We all were. We were created to ebb and flow, to rise and hover, to sink deep and spread out, and to do it all over and over and over.
The whole world is filled, filled with His beautiful heart of love. He has given us all this beauty because He loves us. He really loves us. Like the song says, He doesn’t give His heart in pieces. He gave it all. And He is so much more than enough.
"We think solutions, God offers strength." There are times when I pray pray pray and God doesn't 'take the hurt away.' But He ALWAYS comes with the very best He has to offer and the best that He knows He can give us when we ask. He always provides his strength. He is always by our side, and forever there when we ask in His name.
Watching the waves is soothing. Why does the motion of rocking—the back and forth, the in and out—put us at peace? Though we resist, we are created to move. We are often terrified of change but the change is vital. If things stayed the same we would be miserable. We would not be filled. We would not know growth; we would not know pleasure; we would not know life.
Crystalized: "to give a definite, precise, and usually permanent form to. Prevented from decaying or spoiling and prepared for future use." Amennnn, Lord. You are giving me permanent form. You are preparing me for future use. I am your crystal.
I often do not live the inside outwardly – and I’m eaten alive by the suffocation of self. Fire teases me and tides pull me deeper. Thundering voices drenched in fervor cause my heart to pound and my spirit to soar. Scenes of beauty move me to submission and there is no love like that of the passionate.
Truth is like the yeast that makes bread rise. From dry cracker to spongy sweetness. But that bread was meant to be broken, ripped into pieces and shared. Truth shared is flesh broken. You can’t have the communion of sharing hearts and showing scars without the brokenness of bread and body.
So, I found myself trapped in paradise. How is that even possible? It’s paradise, I’m not supposed to feel trapped here. But boy, have I ever. Just one small island. No big city, no place to drive beyond these boarders, no coolness in the air. I dreamt of these beaches and now they’re like the boundary lines that limit me from the world. I used to think the ocean was the gateway to the heavens, now the waves are like chains around my ankles.
So, I name it all miracle. I call it all good. Sometimes I see, sometimes I don’t. And a lot of the time I wait. I wait – and look – to see because I know I will. I believe it, somewhere deep down, that no matter how much life hurts at times, no matter what I see now, no matter what I feel…there is always more.
Even if you are not planning on having children for a while, I would urge you to go through with the test if you can afford it. You may be surprised at what you find. There may be answers to health problems that you’ve been dealing with for years, or you may discover that you’re 25% Native American. The possibilities are endless! That is what’s so beautiful about this test. Everything about who you are and what makes up you as a person, is all intertwined into these small protein strands we call DNA.
I'm convinced that one of the greatest things in life is a melt-in-your-mouth homemade cookie served with a tall, cold glass of milk. Can I get an amen?A few years back, I discovered an interesting ingredient to take regular chocolate chip cookies to the next level.
The smoke from the fire traveled far, and the normally clear Colorado air was hazy that day. I didn't think much of it until the sun began to set, and, believe me, it was divine. This picture can't capture the radiance. It's funny how the eye can see fuller than the camera, and yet somehow still, we do not see in full.
Okay fine, I'll admit it. I love essential oils and I love taking baths and I LOVE taking baths with essential oils somehow involved. Lavender is one of my favorite flowers. It reminds me of my dad who was an amazing gardener, smells divine, and helps me with my insomnia and stress.
Here's something uplifting:God gave us these beautiful things called mirror neurons. In short, when we look at someone who is smiling, for example, our mirror neurons mimic that smile, and our brain lights up as if we ourselves were smiling. How cool is that!?
Adventure says, "I will take risks and face danger in order to happen upon piercing laughter and mile wide grins of mouth and heart—because this life is filled with danger regardless of if we sit in the corner with our crippling fear or step out in anxious anticipation!"
These are arguably some of the best ab exercises out there. Let us know in the comments if you tried them or incorporated them into your workout routine! We suggest starting with 1 set of each, then building up to 2 or three sets three times a week. Happy abs, ladies!
This isn’t another rant regarding waste and sustainability, but about re-discovering an art that has been lost in essentially one generation. Some people still have unique styles, but when it comes down to it, most of us look exactly the same.
It’s dark; it’s quiet. Something about the rain, the cool air outside, and the grayness of the sky makes me feel deeply moved. Light flickers on the walls from three fierce little candle flames. Warmth and fragrance wafting up, but hovering low, like luscious, ripe fruit waiting to be picked.
When we forsake our feminine glory in pursuit of the uniqueness that belongs to men, we abandon our God-given glory; we become usurpers, persistently insisting that our uterus and biology are equal to nothing, irrelevant. Women believe the lie that in order to be relevant in a man’s world, you become like a man, when the opposite is true.
I'm not a mom. Not even close—although I like to think I could claim the title "expert babysitter" by now.Motherhood is a season I hope to experience one day, and I look forward to the joys and challenges of raising children. For now, I wanted to pass along this podcast to any mothers or mothers-to-be reading along on this blog.
Will you search endlessly for the waters that will restore your beauty, or will you realize that your realest beauty can never die or fade away. The truth is, our beauty should grow and expand evermore, until our last breath, past our last breath. Beauty extends the grave.