Merry Christmas!

May you remember that today we celebrate the birth of Jesus. May His love and grace fill your heart and soul until you are overflowing.

All things merry and bright,
Jennifer

Is Your Palette The Same As God’s?

“So God created man in his own image…”
~Genesis 1:27

I went to brunch on Sunday with my son and his wife and their four-month-old baby girl; my first grandchild. My son held her in his arms as he ate.  As I watched her,  I thought of the children in the world who are born into war-torn areas or poverty or homes where they are unwanted or abused. I thought too, about God’s color palette. As the old song goes, “Red, yellow, black, and white, all are precious in His sight”

My granddaughter’s life is no more important or precious than any other child’s life. Every child is a gift from God. God’s palette contains all of our wonderful colors that He loves equally. Let us not forget that. Let’s do our best to set aside our fears and judgments about each other and instead, turn toward each other in the knowledge that we all belong to God. We are all His precious children. Let’s take good care of His things, shall we? Let’s take good care of each other.

Just Breathe

“Do not be discouraged.”
~Joshua 1:9

Needing some down time to process my bad mood, I shuffled over to Starbucks and ordered a decaf latte. I savored the warm cup in my hands as I slowly sipped the coffee. I’ve felt these feeling before. They are the fingerprints from past hurts—the pain of not being seen or heard, or respected. “What do I do God?” I prayed.

“Just breathe,” He answered.

“But my heart is aching,” I said. “Don’t I need to do something?”

“Close your eyes. Just breathe.”

Amid the hustle and bustle of a busy Starbucks, I closed my eyes. I took in a slow breath. I exhaled. I took in another, and another until my shoulders relaxed. My body let go of the tension it had been holding onto.

“Feel better?” God asked.

I opened my eyes. “I’m more relaxed, but what about this sorrow?”

“You can give that to me,” God answered gently.

“What does that even mean?” I said, somewhat defensively. “It’s not like I can put it in a box and hand it over to you.”

God replied with a great deal of patience in His voice, “You give me your hurt by letting go of the need to control others. You let my love for you be enough.”

“I’ll try,” I said.

“One more thing, Sparrow. Forgive,” God reminded me.

I swallowed the last of my coffee and left the table. I pushed open the door and walked back home holding God’s hand. It was enough.

Have You Forgotten This?

“He has made everything beautiful in its time.”
~Ecclesiastes 3:11

I sat at the edge of the ocean, clearing my mind after an unsettling day.”Breathe it in,” God said.

“The smell of the salt air?” I asked.

“The beauty,” He answered.

I took a slow, deep breath.

“Now, breathe in your beauty,” He said.

“Excuse me?”

“Breathe in your beauty,” He said again.

I laughed, “I’m fifty-eight, remember. Not much of that left.”

“Not that beauty,” He explained. “Your soul’s beauty.”

“I don’t know how to do that.”

“Sure you do. You did it the moment you were born and took your first breath,” He said. “Close your eyes and remember.” I closed my eyes. I took a slow, deep breath. Suddenly every cell in my body was filled with love.

I opened my eyes and saw the ocean stretching out endlessly to the horizon. Like the beauty God breathed into me the moment I was born, it seemed to go on forever and ever.

A Whale Of A Story!

“Carry each other’s burdens…”
~Galations 6:2

A humpback whale struggled to stay afloat off of the San Francisco coastline near the Golden Gate Bridge. She had gotten tangled in a web of fishing lines and crab pots. She was floundering and would surely die. A fisherman spotted her and radioed for help. A group of scuba divers came to her rescue. They dove deep below her and cut all of the lines that pulled her towards her demise. When they finally freed her, she swam in circles, celebrating her second chance at life. Before she made her way back out to deeper waters, she swam up to every diver and gently nudged them. They knew she was saying “thank you!”

May we all know the deep joy of giving and receiving that which sets us free, love.

 

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