"Listen carefully: Unless a grain of wheat is buried in the ground, dead to the world, it is never any more than a grain of wheat. But if it is buried, it sprouts and reproduces itself many times over. In the same way, anyone who holds on to life just as it is destroys that life. But if you let it go, reckless in your love, you’ll have it forever, real and eternal.” John 12:24 MSG
September has come with warmer weather in Huntington, but the plants still know what they’re supposed to do in fall - let go.
Opening up my hands. Releasing the tension, tendon by tendon. The tendons of my heart like to stay tight and strong, because things are frustratingly uncontrollable. But the wind forces them to loose.
The wind that so unpredictably picks up. The wind that is greatly anticipated but so hard to pin point. The wind that is all at once obvious and then suddenly no more.
Sometimes this is the way Jesus speaks. The voice of the Loved One, calling out to come closer, extending His hand to pull in. But hands need to be empty in order to be taken by His.
It’s not always obvious, a faint breeze. Other times it’s all-encompassing, a gale-force. But it’s always saying, “Yield. Give in. Listen. I want You to feel Me. I’ll fill you to the fullest where there is space to fill.” For what can be untouched by wind? Everything must move if it’s weak and flexible, light and yielding. Like the fronds of a palm tree, always dancing in the breeze. They go wherever they are blown.
The adventure of uncertainty. The recklessness of love when hands are guided by His voice.
Let go, because real life is just a surrender away.
Women have a unique ability to do and say the hard things with gentleness and kindness. This touch of life is needed on a daily basis, from how we greet people to how we do the dishes at the end of the day. A word of advice or encouragement from a woman is packed with authority and grace to make mountains move.
A simple act of kindness is a power-packed punch.
A merciful word is a passionate plea through a bull horn.
But insecurities often get in the way and manifest themselves as comparison, resembling fear of missing out and entitlement. This hinders a woman’s voice, her effectiveness, her influence as a woman. Because in order to release the heart to love it must first be emptied of everything it’s holding onto.
We were made to activate those around us to love. But we are not ready if we are still dealing with comparison. Yes, I still catch myself being intimidated by certain situations or people, but I have absolutely no reason to feel that way because I know who I am. I know what I can do. I know I am a daughter. A woman rises above petty things and does the productive thing; being a mother, saying what needs to be said even when it’s hard, calling out the truth, calling men to their post on the wall, and telling other women what doesn’t matter i.e. our self-interest, our pride, our moment in the spotlight.
Like Mother Theresa. It’s rare to find someone so low, so unassuming, so gentle, who yet flipped an entire cultural norm upside down with touch after touch of mercy.
To be violently merciful; giving undeserved kindness that confronts, interrupts, and injures the way of brunt force, retribution, and pride.
It’s a part of who we are.
Joy is my inheritance. I inherently have joy because I have been given everything I need and more. I have a wealth of mercy and love always. I have a wealth of creativity and energy and love to give, always.
So this is the simplicity of joy.
Why not choose to live in this reality? The effect is simple yet profound when joy has entered a room, a conversation, an interaction. Shoulders release from their tension, on guard and ready to preserve. Tongues loose and laughter lightly responds. The real and raw self feels safe to come out and shine.
Joy shines. It’s a light and fluffy thing that changes the countenance of anyone its set upon.
Share the wealth. There’s always enough to lavishly pour out on the world - it could use some joy right now.
subject: the original #adventuremobile circa 1985. that’s right, the first car I ever rode in was a jeep. #itsinmyblood #lookclose #imsittinginthecar #thingsyoufindatyourparentshouse #colorado #vsco #vscocam #vscodaily #campvibes #neverstopexploring #exploremore #liveauthentic
City life. High-rise apartment buildings, packed streets, moms with their children, suit-wearing businessmen, tourists. The amount of people living in one space is shocking after seeing the way farmers live; sparse, distant, remote. Maybe people gravitate towards the city because they are on the verge of loneliness, staving it off by being immersed in social activity and beating hearts, crying out for contact.
Cities are over-loaded and over-dosed with stimuli. Screens, traffic, constant schedules. What even matters in the midst of productivity and progression?
How about the co-worker whose husband just left her and her three kids?
How about that business man always seen on the subway with a frown on his face?
How about the barista whose laughs and smiles are anything but genuine, an attempt to hide the raw state of their heart?
Mandela said, “love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.” The natural response is to nurture, reach out, or simply connect with another. Why not do what the heart is designed to do? Let the love out. Unleash your love.
The city is a gold mine of opportunity. Not to succeed or become a millionaire, but to see the wealth of love needed and respond to it with the natural outflow of the heart.
“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”
- Nelson Mandela
love is my highest success. love is my motivation. love is open-handed and open-hearted. wear love on your sleeve. #loveistheanswer #loverevolution #carrythelove #vsco #vscocam #vscodaily
A river knows where it’s going. A river has a set destination and will keep raging toward it until it grows old and winding. Rivers carve their way through the earth like they own it. No apologies. No regrets. They dig deep canyons, showing their strength and power. They sweep away anything in their path.
Who in their right mind would think they could cross such a natural barrier? A river overcomes a human’s strength.
And yet we are asked to cross.
For there are sweet lands and eternal promises to be had. The other side is infinitely better, filled with the scent of adventure. There’s no question of it’s worth; the hard work, the courage needed to be mustered, the sacrifice, it all seems like nothing in comparison.
To love another is to cross that river.
It’s to do the impossible. It’s to enter a new land of discovery and promise in another. When you reach out and touch another person you are crossing the divide of self and risking preservation, for the heart is fragile. But the waters are worth stepping into and the rewards are sweet.
So take a step and let love rush in. Love conquers all. It looks like a soothing touch, a present smile, an open hand in a world full of unapologetic greed.
If there’s a hand, will you take it? If there’s a river, will you cross it?