Small Steps, Big Faith Series, 1 of 2: Q1 Reflections- Divinity in the Smallest Starts
I went out with two phenomenal soul sister friends to talk about and celebrate our successes in the first quarter (that’s mature woman speak for …
I went out with two phenomenal soul sister friends to talk about and celebrate our successes in the first quarter (that’s mature woman speak for …
Everyone needs to hear this and know this. And I mean EVERYONE. I believe we already know it, but we’ve become so disconnected from ourselves we no longer believe what the God in us teaches us. It’s the still, deep knowing. Rather than bemoan the season of rest, akin to the leaves falling off the trees, we must instead appreciate the season we’re in and embrace the importance of and recognize these periods of stability as opportunities for reflection, adjustment, and preparation for continued progress.
Before we look ahead to the new year, we ought to spend time celebrating all of our accomplishments from this year. Before we move forward, how about we spend some time relishing our accomplishments and successes from this year?! Like, duh! Yes, of course!
Unaddressed wounds don’t heal. If I cut my arm severely but don’t acknowledge it, it won’t heal, it’s get worse! And healing hurts. After I notice the wound, I have to clean it so it doesn’t get infected and it stings. Whether I apply pressure to stop the bleeding or clean it with alcohol, it’s gonna hurt. But the hurt doesn’t last forever. It’s temporary.
Life happens a spectrum. On one end, there’s complete abstinence, avoidance, no partaking, sobriety. Zero. On the other end of the spectrum, there’s consumption. Healthy, …
Joval. “Joval, like my parents Joel and Valerie.”
There’s misunderstanding. And then there’s this. Contempt. Disdain. Bias. Discrimination. Hatred rolls off their lips as they insist on mispronouncing my name.
Being is an action. And sometimes– okay, oftentimes– I forget that being is work. It is action, after all. And I am God in action when I work. I am God in action when I am being.
I’m starting a petition for us to bring back some especially fun language: What do these two have in common? Well, here’s the thing, babes… …