Divine Time: A Prayer to Honor God’s Gift
Mon. 6/17/24 9:55a My prayer to God God, thank you for the gift of time. Thank you that you created it for me to do …
Mon. 6/17/24 9:55a My prayer to God God, thank you for the gift of time. Thank you that you created it for me to do …
“Be gentle with yourself. Begin to tackle the things that scare you. Begin to move. Trust that I’ll meet you there. Invite me into all the cracks and crevices of your life. Watch in awe as you start to work within them—I will do exceedingly and amazingly.”
In my latest two-way prayer, I delve into the depths of divine guidance, seeking answers to the desires that tug at my heart. ‘God, help! I feel so confused, but why?’ I ask. In a profound and intimate response, God reassures me, ‘You are not confused, my love. You are noticing, seeing, feeling, discerning. Trust that what you see and feel with my Great Divine Godly Light are Truths.'”
My neurodivergence is one of my many superpowers. It gifts me the opportunity to think at lightening speed, moving as quickly as a bullet train. So fast that sometimes I can’t keep up. I’ve mostly stopped asking myself, ‘How did I get here? How did I arrive at this final place?’ Like a passenger on the bullet train, I have come to enjoy the ride of my own thoughts. To see where my thoughts will go, where they will take me. And it’s different now. So different! Now I direct my thoughts. I no longer let my thoughts direct me and determine my feelings. I have trained myself to think like God thinks. I have trained myself to speak to myself like how God speaks about me.
“Celebrate the gift of rain.” It was for me. That sentence, small and full, was entirely for me. I wrote it down so I could return to it. I believe in a lot of things, but coincidences aren’t one of them. No, I believe in God. A God so big and caring that he’d drop breadcrumbs of love for me, calling me to him, ensuring that I know it’s him. Some people also call them God winks. It’s me, I’m also some people.
Between my full-time job as an addictions nurse and attending 12 Step Meetings to surrender my sinful behaviors to God, I am exhausted. Tired. Weary. Social media’s relentless push for change and self-improvement only adds to the overwhelm. But amidst the chaos, I’ve had yet another a profound spiritual awakening. By embracing my divinity, I’ve discovered inner peace and strength. This thing called life isn’t only about recovery and transformation; it’s about truly living and *being*. Join me as I explore the powerful transformation from addiction to spiritual wholeness.
Are you struggling to find hope in tough times? In this piece, I explore the powerful metaphor of drought and rain, illustrating how life’s challenges can lead to incredible growth and resilience. Through personal reflections and spiritual insights, we’ll journey together to discover how embracing life’s seasons helps us find hope and bring about the profound transformation we will inevitably find when we seek. Uncover the hidden blessings in droughts and rain, and find the strength to thrive no matter the circumstances.
Experiencing the explosive sweetness of a plum reminded me of the profound lessons hidden in everyday moments, including that the third isn’t always the same as the first. As we navigate life’s ups and downs, we often chase after fleeting highs, forgetting that true nourishment and fulfillment come from honoring our God-given needs and embracing change. By recognizing our patterns and harnessing the power of resilience, we can transform, heal, and thrive in unwavering love.
I logged onto Facebook to find that a college peer passed away, thrusting me into a sudden reflection on our shared mortality. This piece dives into the raw beauty and unpredictability of Mother Nature, urging us to savor each kiss of sunshine and every fleeting smile. It demands us questioning how we choose to fill the numbered days of our one precious life, challenging us to a legacy of bold and intentional living. Above all, it calls us to recognize and elevate the Light within ourselves and others, to live not just with potential, but with purpose.
We explore the profound impact of encountering death from childhood to adulthood. Through personal anecdotes—from the loss of a childhood friend and grandparents to the courageous battle of a sister-friend against cancer—we grapple with understanding and accepting our mortality. These deeply personal experiences illuminate how those we’ve lost continue to shape our lives and perspectives. This post encourages us to live with boldness and intention, inspired by those who embraced life fully in the face of our universally terminal diagnoses, reminding us that life is terminal for everyone.