What Happens When Love Becomes Tangible: Lessons from a Grandmother’s Funeral
Have you felt love? Do you know her warm touch and her warm embrace? The nourishment you feel when it fills your belly? There is no love like Divine Love.
Have you felt love? Do you know her warm touch and her warm embrace? The nourishment you feel when it fills your belly? There is no love like Divine Love.
Don’t keep love hidden like you do the numbers of dollars in your bank account. No! Share love like immigrants share food, trees share oxygen, and the sun shares her rays. ♡
I learned that others need the hope I carry. In my short life, I have seen that my faith is exponentially bigger than my fears. That I have hope in my future because of the God who was with me in my past. And people who are experiencing the same challenges I once did but have not yet overcome need to hear my voice. They need to know that breakthrough is not just possible—it’s probable.
There is a manna you can’t see flowing like and through the Land of Milk and Honey. To enjoy this Manna– to see it, too!– you must live in community. If you kept this gift to yourself, you wouldn’t need Me and My Great Love. If you hoarded this gift, the Manna would go bad, go stale.
I haven’t realized how long it’s been since I’ve been moving so quickly. From nursing school to becoming a “CEO” and a full-time addictions registered nurse, I’ve been running non-stop for. But now, as I urge others to slow down, I ask myself, ‘Am I worthy of rest too?’ This journey of radical self-acceptance and positive affirmations has led me to understand that I am worthy—right now, in this very moment. Not when I’ve achieved more or done more, but as I am today. Join me as I explore this profound truth and embrace the invitation to rest at a 3 day silent retreat that I so desperately need.
Faith and Deeds What good is it, my brothers and sisters, if someone claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save …
Surrender and generosity are play cousins, aren’t they? Surrender. The world whirls in my mouth like java chip ice cream melting on my tongue on a hot summer day. This word keeps coming up for me. Over and over and over. And I’m so grateful.