Magic is everywhere. Sometimes it’s hidden behind the everyday pile of laundry, discovering that single sock missing it’s other half. But if you look hard enough and, believe with all your heart, you just might see that ordinary life is a beautiful fairytale – missing socks and all.
Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how you ought to answer each person. Colossians 4:6 ESV
I sometimes struggle with saying the things that need saying. The clear, succinct words in my brain tumble in fragments and split into mixed up letters making strange, incoherent sentences that make absolutely no sense. And then other times, out pops just the right thing, at just the right time with just the right meaning. That’s GRACE. And, you know what, I’m usually never aware of when that happens.
The crazy thing is, the Spirit works in ways that we aren’t aware of. He uses us, our mixed up words, our imperfect perfect actions and creates amazing, unknowing impacts on others. I remember a time when I was walking through the airport in my own little bubble when a man approached me. I didn’t recognize him. But he beamed at me, thanking me for something I had said during one of many training sessions I had held a year ago. I don’t remember what I had said or the words used. But I’ll never forget the happiness and enthusiasm of this man in the middle of the airport. And I still can’t remember what I had said to leave a lasting impression.
Words have impact.
Let Grace sprinkle them with just the right seasoning.
God speaks in different ways, and we don’t always recognize his voice. Job 33:14 CEV
Today is the day to step into the new morning as happy as a bird with a French fry. I’m challenging myself and you to share a little bit of that happiness with the big, wide world.
Pause and listen, what small act of kindness can you materialize in the world? Listen to the whispers that stirs your heart…and then act. You never know how the Spirit will use you to bring light to others.
For this almost fifty lady, it’s like walking the gauntlet at the malls these days. The young kiosk vendors pounce immediately; at first coaxing with artificial compliments and when I say no thank you they become aggressive and soon insulting. Seriously!?!
At one point in Vegas, I told one to fuck off – not one of my finer moment. To make it worse, my grown son was with me and he comforted me with soothing words, but I could tell he was trying not to laugh. And why not? His almost decrepit mother, on the brink of fifty, just told the pushy kiosk vender to fuck off.
Awe the finer moments of life.
I think all of the young, beautiful kiosk vendors hawking their wares in the malls of America should begin by passing out adult beverages with their sample miracle creams. It might make swallowing their condensing,, artificial, back handed. compliments a little easier.
A bit defeated, I found the Nordstrom cafe, a sanctuary for the elderly I suppose. But after a lovely salad and a chilled glass of Chardonnay, I’ve created a moment of loveliness that transcends the lines around my eyes.
We should all create bubbles of happiness moments around us whenever we can. Each happiness bubble will be different for each of us. But anytime you have a minute to wrap yourself up in a happiness bubble do it! Shut the world’s opinion out. Remember that you are FABULOUS just the way you are – laugh lines and all!
“And then it happens all at once and unexpectedly. That is how things happen, I suppose. You pack your bags and find yourself walking yourself home.”
― Shannon L. Alder
“I just want to go home,” she said longingly.
Home has as many meanings as there are people. But what is true is for me, is that Home is a place of love and serenity. It is an anchor for my soul as well as for my weary body. Home rejuvenates my mind, body and spirit. Home is my sanctuary.
What does it mean to you?
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The violence we do to ourselves is unforgivable. Remember we are made of God Stuff.
There are moments, okay, sometimes days that morph into weeks that turn into years that are so challenging to navigate. They weigh heavy as a long winter night that I don’t know if I can lift my eyes to face another wallop. And then smack down!
But I’m made of sterner stuff – God stuff. And I breathe in. I breathe out. And I pray. And then I do it all over again.
Does it get easier? No. Yes. I honestly don’t know. I tell myself that life isn’t that hard. We make it hard. But we don’t have to. This is what I tell myself. This is what I’m telling you.
But what if everyone would just grow the duck up? Just be responsible? Make their life the best life possible? Look forward. Don’t look back. Make this moment happy. The best moment possible. It’s just a heart beat. It’s a smile even in the darkest of darkest night.
Breathe. Breathe again. And again.
“Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
― L.M. Montgomery