It was a noise she hadn't heard in a long while. It was strange. She liked it but it was still kinda eery. She could hear her thoughts as if they were audible. The dog humphed at the other side of the house. The birds chirping all around, not that loud but cheery tweety sing-song notes.
The garden boy cleaning the crystal blue pool, the sound of buzzing african flies by the window. She promised herself she would write and so thats what she did, each morning.
She could pour it out all onto the page and it made her feel lighter and also fuller but in a good way. She wrote for God, because He felt close when she did, she wrote for her heart too, she needed it so.
All she knew was that her soul did a happy kind of jump and she felt that this could heal a part of her, this fine summers day starring out her bedroom window on this beautiful January day.
1. one on one rich conversations.
2. a really good workout.
3. a book that feeds your soul.
4. encouraging, praying, helping someone
5. worshipping through songs.
6. writing a piece of my heart down.
7. dancing without being aware of my insecurities.
8. when someone thinks of me
9. a good meal with someone I love
10. a scenic walk.
Admitting to your brokenness can take you places with God that pretending to be perfect could never imagine reaching. - Jarrid Wilson
She realised that pleasing others was something she was doing. That she wasn't living a life authentically her own. That she wasn't listening to her own heart beat.
She needed to learn to slow down. To breathe in. And out. To listen to her soul speak. To really hear what she had to say. And what she came to find was that pleasing others never equals happiness. That even though it sounds crazy and even though its not the way to go, she knew it was something that needed to be let go.
It was something she felt deep inside her. She needed to pause. She needed to silence the voices in her head and the condescending tones around her. She needed to stop. To remember who she was. To remember what she stood for. To heal. To really take care of herself.
By doing that she finds renewed strength, she finds courage and wisdom. She learns to listen to the One who lives within. She needed to give herself some time.
She learns that at the end of the day. Its between her & God. She will take some advice, she will listen to those with concern. But.. she will not let it go deep in her bones. She will not let it run through her veins.
Because she learnt that rushing into something had hurt her soul before and she was to take some time before she ventured down that path again.
Call it what you want. But she soon discovered that friendship with herself is important. That it is not selfish to listen to her own being speak.
That she had her own thoughts and her own dreams. Whilst they come slow, they still come. And with them comes passion, comes a fire within her that she dares not tame.
She wasn't going to stay there forever but she did need to stay there for a while. To regather herself and venture into something that she felt God & her both decided this is it. This is the life I want to live. The life I was put on the earth for.
She knew others wouldn't understand and sometimes things get awkward but deep within her - she knew. It was time to listen to her own heartbeat.
That's what I tell
I'm proud of you
for showing up.
There is regret
and it hurts
but I tell myself
its not you
its not real
and soon I'll believe it
I'll believe it
because are that
are good things
that shows us
a new thing
that we are
; we are
full of courage
and whats the most important?
We showed up.
No matter how it looked.
How does one take something out of their heart, their soul, their whimsical mind and make it their reality?
How do you answer when people, fellow human beings ask you what you want to do with your life? They want something perfectly curated and summed up - they want satisfying answers - yet we dreamers, we can’t give you that.
We have ideas and hopes and visions beyond ourselves, we want to extract and create the beauty from the world and ourselves. It’s difficult. You want to explain the depths of your heart, your closely-only-prayed-about-and-not-shared-with-people-ambitious-dreams.
Some spur me on, us on. They say ‘Yes, go for it. Go after your dreams’ ..And others. They give you this blank stare like ‘the world doesn't owe anything to you.. who do you think you are?
And theres those times that you tuck your soul dreams tighter into your heart and you think in your mind of what small talk you can come up with because honestly its sometimes extremely hard to put your dreams on a plate and show them to find that people…people don't like it when you put yourself out thereeeee.
I live in my head a lot. And my heart to. It can be beautiful and sometimes brutal. Sometimes both. I feel paralyzed. All these soul dreams, these longings to tell my story, to love others, to write, to talk about God and how He loves, how He is the kindest, most beautiful friend, mother, father, brother, protector, comforter, advocate and lover you will ever have.
That He's not up in the clouds, waiting for you to get it together. I don't know. I must jump.. But this yucky stuff, this anxiety, this fear. It shows up. Again and again.
But we must jump, we must dare to keep dreaming because friend, the world needs dreamers, the world needs doers, the world needs you.
So dream, do and love.
To do justice for you, for them, for us, to love kindness for all, to walk humbly with our God.
Wondering what the next day will hold, the next week, the next month, the next year, the next decade. And wondering what God has in store for you, wondering if you're on the right path, or you're merely living without a purpose. ambling along like everyone else yet you know that you need to believe that you are part of God’s plan and that this life isn't all there is.
When you don’t want to merely exist; you want to live. You want to inspire, create and live with purpose. There will always be doubt and fear; those are from the enemy and you have to constantly remind yourself that God is with you.
When you are surrounded by such a cacophony of chaos - you have to remind yourself of who you are and whose you are. Without that knowledge; life isn’t worth living. There isn’t purpose.
I choose purpose.
There is this one particular day that still rises to the surface of my memories quite often. We were at the workshop on our old farm. I was about 9 and I wanted something. I had seen the baby rabbits at school and decided I needed rabbits. I had happened to be with my dad while he was working. I would work hard to not be obvious, but as a young girl following him around all day he got my deeper meaning.
We were standing outside the office watching the workers run to and from. Hammering, fixing and there were always some that were lazing around rather than working. Dad finally looked down at me and brought up the rabbits. “Stace, I have one condition if we do get you rabbits.” He said very thoughtfully. I was intrigued but no less ecstatic and excitedly replied “Of course dad, I will do anything.” He smiled at me and said softly “Okay, I want you to promise me that you will make an effort to be happier and to smile more. No more sad Stacey. I want you to be content my girl.”
At the time, I had thought that this was so effortless. That dad was being silly and strangely sentimental. But it only later struck me and touched me that it did mean that much to him. My happiness and my stability meant that much to him.
This thought only occurred to me about a year and a half after his accident. I was hiking up the Nardousberg Mountains on a 21 day camping trip. And this memory struck me - I only caught the deeper meaning seven years later. These were the times that my soul, heart and spirit cherish.
Originally by author Emily P Freeman for the US; but I tweaked it a bit for the world because it touched me so much. ❤️
We the people are gonna need a minute.
We the people have to catch our breath.
Because we know the truth but it’s hard to remember in the midst of the headlines and round-the-clock coverage.
In silence, we begin to hear again the familiar rhythm of what we believe.
Our trust rests not upon the shoulders of those who sit in Oval rooms but in the hands of One who lives in human hearts.
You are our hopeful vision.
You are our hearts true home.
Still, the oval-room leaders represent us in the world. Oh that they would hold the office with care, with reverence, and humility.
And may we, the people, do the same.
Even as our eyes are trained on outcomes of our circumstances. May we not forget the ground where we stand with our own tasks before us.
May we hold our own responsibilities with the same care, reverence, and humility we ask from our leaders.
May we use our voice to speak up and stand with even if we stand out.
May we not underestimate the power of a kind word, an open conversation, and a loosely held agenda.
You have made us to bear Your image in the world. You are the Creator, and so we set our minds to create as if it were our highest calling. Because in many ways, it is.
We the people are the mothers, the lovers, the nighttime storytellers. We are the hopers, the fathers, and the harmonizers.
We are the visionaries, the silent supporters, the leaders and the background singers.
We the people are the servants, the musicians, and the politicians; the waiters, the washers, and the obstetricians. We are the thinkers and we are the believers.
We the people are the dust and the brushstroke, the poets and the poetry, the weak empowered, the broken made whole.
We are Your mirrors on earth, the megaphones of Your glory, the hands and eyes and hearts of heaven.
We the people are grieved but not hopeless, brought from darkness into Your light, given a new name, a new future, a new Power alive within us.
You are before all things and You hold all things together.
No matter what unfolds in the days, months and years to come, we the people are still made in Your image and asked to bear that image into the world.
You have told us what is good and what is required of us.
To do justice, to love kindness, And to walk humbly with our God.
May we not forget who lives within, may we cling to the Truth, may we let more people know and taste the Agàpē Love & Grace.
You are the Way, the Truth & the Life.
You didn't come to condemn us - You came to set us free. Let us claim it & change the world. And do it gently yet courageously.