As we wrap up 2013 and give thanks for all the blessings we’ve received, it is also time to dream up our next year’s reality. Do you have a dream that won’t shake you? Listen to Tyler Perry’s inspirational message …. and be blessed!
Well, last week was a week of lessons for me. While I’m certainly not perfect at it, I consider myself to be a friendly, upbeat, and positive person. I love that my words have been inspirational to some, and my friendship has been comforting to others as well. My sense of humor goes a long way most of the time and it helps me to make friends pretty easily wherever I go. And I’m grateful for that.
But last week I came face-to-face with a situation with a couple of people that took the wind out of my sails. My usual ‘charm’ clearly wasn’t working. And I found myself in a situation where my heart was hurting and I was sliding into a “funk” because of the repeated negative interactions. How the heck did I get here? How on earth was I going to make it better? And would it even matter if I tried?!
I have a strong faith and I certainly turned that way. I have a few dear friends who lent an ear and shined their perspective on the situation. All of these were good, but I couldn’t seem to shake off the funk. Then I started to think about that “law of attraction” stuff I have so often read about and certainly believe in. So I decided to try this … I started reading only positive things, speaking positive things, seeking and sharing positive things. And that’s how I found myself digging out. Today, I feel like the shift has happened. It wasn’t instant but it was profound. My smile is back. My optimism has returned. I feel like I found a tool that I knew about but never really had to utilize before. It’s not magic, it’s just the unarguable law of nature – you attract to yourself that which you put out into the world. And, as the bible says, “seek and you shall find.”
What do you use to dig yourself out of an emotional ‘funk’?
I have in times past, given into moments of doubt when I listen to the fearful chatter in my mind about not being right, not being knowledgeable enough, not being worthy. Those days and those old dreams became a burden and it got me nothing but more questions. That path was a muddled mess.
I learned, when I wrote my book MIGHTY INSPIRATION, Love Letters from God that the promptings in our hearts are not directives, but glorious invitations. By stepping into the possibilities true inspiration turns into connections which turns into success.
And so this new dream has become a welcoming into new possibilities. I am finding support on the left and the right. I am finding my steps guided by instinct and intuition, as well as connection and happy, serendipitous timing.
Do you have a dream, that twinkling possibility of success, or blessing that is stirring inside of you? What if the mere fact that it is stirring is the sign you need that it will be a success? What if your dream is the exact thing that will bring about someone else’s dream. We are all so interconnected that the success and failure of one is part of the domino affect that leads to the success or failure of another.
Oh, I know, there is someone out in the etherworld who needs to hear this: Step out! Go for it! Inquire and take a risk. It is in our action that we tell God and the angels which path we want to be on. The universe is uniquely designed to support our actions.
Today … do one thing that is in line with your dream and tomorrow the next thing will reveal itself.
Join me and be blessed!
Ahh, I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!! Been running around getting busy with preparations for my son’s move out, his upcoming wedding and miscellaneous other family oriented things and I plum forgot to come back and finish up May’s business.
May is concluded and so has my counting of comments for cause on behalf of Cincinnati Children’s Hospital! They are a wonderful organization that is bringing life and support to so many in our community. It is my pleasure to be in support of them! You can click HERE to go to their website, learn about them, and support them as well.
JUNE’s CHARITY: ADVENTURES IN MISSIONS - Disaster Response Fund
My cousin Michelle Harbin is an inspiration to me! She follows her heart and God as he calls her to help in this world. She has started an orphanage in eastern Europe, she has taken two mission trips to Haiti after the earthquake, she has moved to another state to follow her calling to minister there. She’s a mentor and a friend. And now she’s on the move again as she’s taking a trip to Moore, OK to help after the devastation from the tornadoes. Therefore, in honor of my cousin and her stepping out in faith, this month I’m supporting Adventures in Missions as that is the group she’ll be going with to help in middle America. Thanks Michelle for the inspiration – your friends and family are all behind you!
So, spread the word – for every comment I receive on any post in my blog in June, I’ll make a donation to Adventures in Missions Disaster Response Fund. I call it Comments for a Cause. It’s free for you and fulfilling for me. So, don’t just “like”, share the news and speak up to have your comment count!
There are so many days and so many ways that I need reminded that I’m on the right path. I know what I believe, what I feel, and what I desire. And yet those things seem to find ways of falling short of what others expect or want from me. And sometimes, they fall short of what I believe God calls me to do and be.
And so, I stand humbly reaching out my hand in love, in friendship, and in faith. I seek to balance the spiritual life I live with the physical life I’m leading. What I know for sure is that is not an easy task. It stretches me to places I don’t expect. I sometimes need to choose something that is greater than the things I want. I must choose the things that align with a greater purpose.
To those I disappoint or hurt, I apologize.
To those I inspire, I pray it is enough to encourage you to keep moving on your positive path.
And for me, I will pray more, listen harder, and continue to seek to move in the “right” direction.
Pray for me, pray with me, and be blessed!
Lately I have become overwhelmingly aware of how blessed I am. I may not be rolling in cash at the end of each month but I know that I have family that love me, friends who support me, food for each day, and a roof over my head.
And today as I see the ravages of Hurricane Sandy, I am grateful for the protection of my location. I have friends in the affected areas and I pray constantly for their protection and safety. The devastation will take years to recover – it is being called New Jersey’s Katrina. What a frightening thought.
Outside of our disasters we continue to hear of wars and bombings and man’s inhumanity to man all over the world. My daughter asked me today if this is the end of the world. Well no I told her but it is widespread catastrophe. We hear each day of incredible poverty and unbearable conditions. I am saddened for the conditions of our world, and I am grateful to be blessed.
I pray for direction for me to do God’s work. I write because God guides me. I paint angels and provide messages of inspiration because the Spirit (and angels) move me. I stand open to the nudging of my faith and discernment. What is next I ask. Right now, I’m considering a mission trip to Nigeria but I have no true plans or connections. I’m open to recommendations and will consider all options – humbly on my knees.
CALLING ALL PRAYER WARRIORS! I have a friend who is in need of a financial miracle by Tuesday. I know only 1 way to bring on a miracle and that’s the power of prayer. So if you are a praying person, please join me in praying for the special intention of my friend FJ. Thanks and be blessed!
Today I learned a lesson in trust. Not because someone broke my trust but because they didn’t. Sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in my fears. When I look at new situations with the suspicions of the past I have done a disservice to both myself and the person I’m dealing with. They can neither know our pains nor anticipate our buttons.
And what I learned today is that while holding onto my own fear and my own self preservation I didn’t see theirs. I didn’t recognize the signs of their pain. I didn’t know they had the same lesson in their life. Patience, compassion, and the willingness to take a risk allowed us both to share and see the other side. It wasn’t easy but it was worth it. And I was able to move from fear to freedom. As the Bible says, “the truth shall set you free.”
I have come a long way in learning lessons from my past. So I choose to acknowledge that and pick up with a new possibility. I choose to look at the future as bright, not as bleak. I choose to leave the person who hurt me behind in exchange for a new slate with someone else. I’m glad I had the lesson today. I’m glad I spoke out and I’m glad I pushed myself to be open. In the end, the lesson I learned in the past has opened me up to the sweetness of trust in my today.
Be open. Be trusting. And be blessed!
Much has been written and said about the tragedy that struck in the night as families and friends went to the movies in Colorado. And I was surprised at the numbness I felt in the wake of the tragedy. I have prayed for those who have been taken and for the loved ones that are left behind, but I have not let the sadness sink into my heart. That is so not like me.
And then, today, it struck me. It isn’t the evil in the heart of that demented gunman that moves me most – it is the spirit of love in God that moves me. Today I read a blog from a woman who was in that theater and survived. Her words of faith moved me and so I share it with you. There is nothing I could say that would be better.
Read here and be blessed, utterly, completely, and astoundingly blessed!
My Dad is a friendly, quiet, gentle man. I am blessed to have him as an example in my life. Because he is quiet he sometimes slips into the background of a scene. He likes it there. I wonder if he realizes that even from the background he has given so much and created so many fun and happy memories where he has touched my life.
As a little girl, not long out of the orphanage, I knew he was so strong. I recall how he tirelessly knew I pretended to be asleep after a long night at the VFW. He played along and would carry me from the car to my room. He seemed to know that I needed a Daddy’s arms to carry me at times. I remember the smell of his cologne – Old Spice. To this day I love that classic scent. He never complained or let on. I didn’t know he knew I wasn’t sleeping until I was older and my mom would chuckle about it.
And he has a fun sense of humor – it can sneak up on you and surprise you sometimes, especially if he’s playing cards or a game. I remember how he always liked to play a trick on my mom when he’d give her Christmas gifts. He was forever sending her on a treasure hunt by hiding part of her gift (like one of the slippers or the handle of the skillet) it was silly fun but a great childhood memory.
When I was a teenager he faithfully attended the Father-Daughter dances at my school. I’m sure it was not on his list of things he’d been dying to do but he still seemed to have a good time with the other dads. And he’d always dance a few slow dances with me. He bought me a corsage and would take me to dinner – like a real date. He was always a gracious example of a gentleman. He still is.
And while he has never been heard raising his voice, he certainly has the strength of his tone to let me know I crossed a line. In my youth I was foolish enough to swear in front of him once. He looked at me with a look I had never seen before or since and vowed if he ever heard that in his house again he surely would turn me over his lap and spank me. That was all it took – just that look and those words and I assure you the threat never had to come to pass. It was the only time I actually saw my Dad angry and I knew he meant it.
And now, in retirement, he is such a wonderful grandpa. He spends time, tirelessly playing games with my niece or showing her all his gardening tips. He’s still the “big kid” that used sit with me and laugh at Scooby-Doo while we ate cereal on the living room floor. And it is sweet how my Dad shows his love for my Mom in many everyday and mundane ways. He is forever a servant leader in our family. It is clear that their vows are still alive. He is patient, even in the constant dishes he washes to help her with her home bakery business. He takes delight in hunting down the good deals at the stores for her supplies. He mans the money-box at the farmer’s market so she can chat and sell her yummy treats. I love to watch their partnership and see how much they love each other in what they do and how they look at each other.
Today is the greatest high Holy Day in the Christian faith – Easter Sunday. While I respect and honor all people and their beliefs, I cannot let this day pass without a bit of “Alleluia” on my part. As fun as it is to celebrate Christmas and the birth of Christ, it is solemn and exhilarating to come through Holy Week as it culminates in His resurrection. This day is the basis for all Christian beliefs and it is the day that makes all the difference, today and in eternity.
I am humbled to acknowledge that day when prophesies were made manifest. I celebrate the rising of Jesus, as he conquered death on our behalf. He is the Son of God, the Light of the world, and the instrument of my salvation. So this is not just any ordinary Sunday. I shall gather with community to praise him with song and adoration. And I will celebrate the joyous holiday with family.
Today, wherever you are and whatever you’ll be doing, I pray you have a day filled with blessings and may you know the unconditional love that is the greatest gift of all time.
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son,
that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16
These are troubling times and this week is proving to be especially troublesome for people I care dearly about. My aunt, who has many health issues had double bi-pass heart surgery yesterday. We are in the critical waiting hours to see if she will be alright. Today, my oldest and dearest friend is having a mastectomy in the first steps of her battle with breast cancer. These are just the latest 2 in a long string of people I know who are standing on the brink of life and death. That’s such a scary place to be for them, as well as those who love them and never want to lose them. We are not alone in this situation, as it is the way that life works.
Today, as we remember the crucifixion of Jesus, I take solace in knowing that God loves us more deeply and unconditionally than we will ever truly comprehend. I know that his fears in facing life and death were just as real as my aunt’s and my dear friend’s. His friends and family suffered even more at his scourging and crucifixion because they saw no hope in the cruel and awful sequence of his death. Where my family and friends are seeing hope in the surgeon’s skilled hands and in the faith of our prayers. In contrast, there is no comparison.
And yet, I know that Jesus is with us as we go through these trying days. He does not want us to suffer as he did. He does not want us to have fear and no hope the way his mother and disciples did. He wants us to know love, foregiveness, and the possibility of hope. He wants us to know of his love and his sacrifice. He wants us to know the sweetness of his resurrection and what that truly means for us.
Today, I pray in repentence for all that Jesus died for in me. I pray gratefulness for his resurrection and salvation. And I pray, with a spirit of hope and expectation, for the full recovery and healing of my Jeans – Aunt Jean and Jeannie Bear, who are facing their own surrender in these days.
If you are a praying person too, I ask you to join me in these prayers. If not, I ask that you send positive and loving energy to my Jeans … and be blessed!
“When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said,
‘It is finished’
and he bowed his head, and gave up his spirit.” John 19:30
I have noticed that my years seem to flow in themes. I started to see this about 3-4 years ago. Since gaining awareness, I also know that these are not themes which I pick, but rather what appears to be the “lesson of the year.” Sometimes the theme reveals itself quite quickly, and other times I see it only in retrospect. They are also wildly variant – from a year of learning (both formal and informal), to spiritual listening, to accepting my personal value, to surrender, etc. This year is shaping up to be the year of inspired action.
Just saying those words, inspired action, makes me both excited and a little nervous. I’m not going to lie, it takes courage to take action when it’s purpose driven. It means I can’t “go with the flow of my emotions” like I desire. It means having a bit of a plan, taking risks, showing my intentions to people. But, in spite of my desire to hesitate, I know that this is the course I’m on.
So what does inspired action look like? Here’s a few examples I’ve come across already:
> Speaking out in support of what’s right in the workplace as it pertains to the gay community at work. Nope, it’s not about religion, but about what’s right from an employee relations and human relations point of view.
> Sharing my spiritual experience and gifting my book to some very influential people in my life.
> Deliberately planting positive messages in the workplace as a way of leaving a legacy.
> Delving into the dark crevices of my heart and soul, really looking at some of the pain points in order to move to forgiveness and emotional healing.
> Purging my home of things I’ve held dear for so long because they no longer serve me.
These are just a few, and they aren’t all easy. But I know that in the end I will gain personal power from the process. This year of inspired action will set me up for what comes next year.
Do you recognize the themes in your life? Awaken your awareness and be blessed!
When I was a little girl I remember watching a TV show and getting caught up in the plot. I don’t remember the exact show but I remember the conversation with my Mom about the possibility that there was truth in it. I’m still teased a little by my family for the words I used to say – “It could happen.” My parents would smile and shake their heads at my fanciful imagination and naive faith that all things were possible. The funny thing is, even though they tried to convince me of the shear fiction of the story, in my heart I still believed in the possibilities.
I think it’s just part of my nature. I am a true optimist when it comes to looking at people and life. I’m not really naive though. As a child when I uttered those words I wasn’t blind to that fact that life can be cruel, people can have evil in their hearts, and tragedies strike. I had actually experienced many things that proved those facts to be true in my life leading up to my time in the orphanage. But in spite of it all, I believed then, and still believe today that:
Love is real.
Forgiveness is a choice.
What goes around, comes around.
Time heals all wounds.
People change, especially when they believe in God.
Our attitude can make all the difference.
Words create reality.
Children are worth saving.
Life can get better.
Each day is a new opportunity, and …
Miracles still happen.
No matter what people tell you. I encourage you to look around in your life. Find the good that is in front of you. Count your blessings and with all your might, believe that “it could happen.” Believe and be blessed!
I was recently speaking to one of my dearest friends about her family, as we often do. She was telling me about her teenage son’s journey into questioning his faith. Until now he had always believed in God. There are lots of things fueling this change. As is a natural process, he’s growing into his own. He’s looking at life through his own eyes and not just through the stories his parents have told him. He’s experiencing people with different beliefs and circumstances that make all people question the sense of life and death. I believe, until and unless we question that which has been told to us, we don’t actually have real faith. It isn’t until we look into the face of doubt that we decide whether we can believe in a power greater than ourselves who is all-knowing, all-seeing, and all-powerful.
One comment my friend made about her son brought me back to my own days of discovering what I believe. She said, if he could find some hard fact evidence it would cement his faith and he would no longer question God. That is the crux of the matter isn’t it? It is that exact craving that we humans desire most to satisfy – to know without a shadow of a doubt. But then that isn’t faith, is it? I can’t say I ever didn’t believe, but in my early 20′s I did question why and how I could believe. For me, I’ve always had a sense of God in my life. But my searching lead me to look for evidence and I found it in nature. I have not found any possible way that all this could come from nothing. There has to be an architect in order for there to be architecture. There must be an ordered intelligence that has the ability to alter chaos into pattern. It matters not whether people tell me there was a big bang with evolution or a 7 day creation story. Either way, I believe there was first God, who is capable of creating this world from either method. The how is not important, but the WHO is.
As I look at this crazy world we live in, I don’t believe the “devil is in the details”. I believe God is in the details. Have you looked at patterns of nature? Have you heard of the Fibonacci sequence? It’s also known as the fingerprint of God. It is the exact pattern of spirals that exist throughout nature. It is precise and exact in its repetition. Just like a painter adds a signature to their work, God has put his signature on nature. Chance and nothingness cannot create an exact pattern in every created thing from galaxies to animals to plants to humans. Without a Divine planner, the plan could not unfold. These are the facts I urged my friend to have her son explore.
Here’s a few examples. I invite you to learn more and perhaps you too will see the fingerprint of God. “Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.” Matthew 7:7