I’m not you. You are not me. We are different on purpose. There is a Process. The way we live, move and have our being will look different. We are not made from a cookie cutter. How we hear and how we see and how we approach life and we live it will be different.
The process of relationship with Him, self and one another. I’m pondering our differences as a human race as I think about how He lives among us too. Setting my mind on things that are above and not on things that are on earth is a process for me personally. Learning to listen. Inclining my ear to hear His thoughts and ideas about Himself, others, myself and life. Different.
It’s been a lifelong process of relationship – leaning His way and then stopping to find Him leaning my way. I’m thankful for every moment He has granted me the honor of living, loving, being loved. It’s a journey into Him and into His continual mercy, forgiveness & grace. The journey includes the mistakes not just the successes. I love the way Paul talked about counting it all as loss just to know Him. He knew the journey. We are in union with the One Who does not condemn our wrong turns. Instead He draws us further into His definition of Love. He also doesn’t put so much emphasis on our right turns either because it’s not about the right or wrong when it is about relationship. Prices Different.
Righteous is different many times than right. Deep inside my bones, it seems our emphasis is misguided. Love is the focus but what does that look like? I read a lot about Love. Yet, how we experience Love is a different matter. Experiencing the embrace He offers takes courage because His Love is unconditional and has no secret strings attached; it has no hidden agenda. HE already knows. Everything. Nothing is hidden from Him. Listening to Him. Listening to one another. Listening to what is said as well as what is not said. I remember listening to what my sister Mary Ann did not say. It held weight. It held depth. Loving to love. Being Loved. It’s an exchanged life. Just being. Loving. Being loved. Letting Him steer you personally as His hands, His feet and His heart in service in our private world as well as on the earth. Different.
Every person offers something different from Him and through Him while representing Him. I’m soooo thankful to Him for how He thinks outside the box to live as Love through us in our time here on the earth. What an interesting life. Sometimes I’m standing at a crossing wondering how to proceed. It’s a journey with Him. Sometimes I’m standing with a friend at their crossing while they wonder how to proceed. It’s not just you and not just me. It’s also with one another. It’s a journey into Him. It’s also a journey into one another. Process different.
Being Loved by Him and Loving one another. I’m in awe of His miraculous kindness. To let us learn how to be while He leads us into becoming. Be patient with yourself. Be patient with Him. Be patient with others. Loving as well as being Loved is a process. Learning how to love and learning how to be loved is a process. It takes time. That’s ok. Working through the process IS part of the journey. The revelation of His complete unconditional love for us IS part of the journey. The revelation of His complete unconditional Love for one another through us is also part of the journey. Private. Public. Different.
It’s living in Him, with Him, through Him and as Him…what a journey. What a process as we are different.Love-d
Sometimes that is all we lack. We want to step into something different or new. We want to be “that girl” or “that woman” or “that success story” yet it feels fleeting. Why? Confidence wins and many times we feel like our lack weighs more than or strengths. Insecurities run us off the road and we wonder what truck hit us. What are we thinking? This I know – when someone or something or some circumstance is so glaringly pounding me into the ground and I feel insecure or feel as if I have no right to feeling like I’m safe – I can now stop and reevaluate. in this recalibration time, I figured it out.
When my insecurity buttons are being pushed – more than likely and almost consistently it is because that person I’m dealing with is being pushed around by their OWN INSECURITY buttons. Oh yes… this is my key and your key dear one. Confidence won.
First – the Confidence that the power of the universe – that One – Who created you and lives inside you is confident and already won our insecurity battle. That alone is gold. Second – when you can step into THAT GOLD confidence and that strong alignment of already winning – you can be the one who says YOUR Confidence won.
Is it a one stop shop and its all good and you can rock on? Not normally but this I know. The journey to finding your confidence is worth it. If you make it an adventure and not a destination – if you make it a trip of winning along the way instead of who wins the race – then you will ENJOY even the moments when you feel lack because that place inside you where HE lives will be the space where HE reinforces the Truth – His confidence won and yours does too.
Until soon and much love – d
Thinking today into the deep about some specific memories – they stopped me and I cried and I remember… When my mom died, I made the arrangements. She had died in the hospital holding my sister’s hand. I came later with another sister. They were intensely worried about me and how I would take her death. It was a horrific season that ultimately changed all our lives. I remember. I gathered up her clothes. My pain was hidden as I masked the emptiness through my “maturity”. I remember the funeral home was filled with people who did not know her – never met her – but they knew my dad. They came to honor her because they knew him. I remember. We took the trek to Houston where we buried her and honestly, I did not return for many many years to that place … I knew she was not really there and I just did not want to remember.
Then, my dad died years later and the service was held in a small space at the Veterans Memorial. There was a man who played guitar who at the time was my sister and her husband’s friend. There was a salute with guns because of my dad’s service in the military – he was at Pearl Harbor. I still have some of his logs from seeing men burn on different levels of the ship. By the time he passed he was living in my sister’s home where he faced his fears of the unknown and ultimately – fearlessly went into the Unknown filled with Love and Peace. I remember.
For some reason today I was struck with how our lives influence one another and how one life matters. My mom was my best friend. I still miss her to this day. She would be proud of her girls including our niece who she loved with a fierce compassion. She would want to hug her right now. Mom would want to talk with her and want to soothe her heart. Mom valued. She mattered. Dad was strong and seeking and wanting to be forgiven and wanted to know Truth and he found it and it was beautiful. He mattered and he knew he mattered when it was all said and done. Maybe you don’t think you matter. Believe me – you are significant and your life matters – your thoughts matter – your prayers matter – your presence matters and when you are not present – it matters. God knows. He remembers.
My mom was a recluse and knew few. My dad was a recluse in his latter days and though back in a day he knew many – he died alone with one holding his hand and lovingly speaking to him as if he mattered because he did matter. His presence mattered. I remember both seasons of my life.
This is deep stuff my friend. What is my point you wonder? I’m rambling you think? No. I rarely if ever ramble. I just see a lot at one time and it takes a while to communicate …
The Bible talks about seasons of life. There is a preparation that takes place for every season and though we may feel unable – we can face it with Them inside us as we remember who we are and Who we came from … that may seem like a myth or a bunch of hooey to you – I don’t know… honestly it used to feel like that to me. I get it. I remember.
It is a deep shift to see how we live forever and how we have always been and how we will always be and how Love makes the difference in HOW we live and how we pass into a new life. Whew what a long sentence as I “ramble”. Some do not realize significance until that movement into the heavens. That is okay. God knows. No regrets. God remembers.
My mom and dad were strong influencers who never really got to live out their potential on this planet. Maybe that is one of the reasons my sisters and I have wanted to live all in and passionately moving forward into more of Him. We know they still live. We know Life is real. We realize they still live in another place. I have had to shift to see it and to realize it and to remember.
May you embrace the shift available to us all…. may I continue to face what I fearfully hold … may we receive this Love that holds us all and may we ultimately believe the Greatest Story ever Told. Until soon and much love as you and I remember … d
Exchange STRUGGLE for STRATEGY. I have been in a struggle for years. Sometimes it was strife filled but no longer. Now, it’s life fillled. Listening. Daily. Struggle for strategy. This is the key. So, what’s your struggle? Mine has been health? Maybe yours is something else? Family. Responsibilities. Parenting. Adulting. Gambling. Porn. Workaholic. Alcoholic. Crises after crises. Under planning. Over planning. No planning. No miney. Too much money. Stress. Strife. Competition. Stubbornness. You name it.
WE have to see how to maneuver through these days and exchange our struggle for strategy.
I’m getting new thoughts. New ideas. New ways. New processes. A fresh start to hear and see. I’m exchanging my struggle for strategy…
You can receive a strategy to depart from that thought into a new thought, It’s not too late… It feels too late in some areas but it makes me press in more to hear and understand…so don’t give up… Love-d
This little phrase is pouring through my mind – “TAKE JOY MY FRIEND – it’s not the end.”
Have courage with a brand new start. Don’t let the naysayers have their way. But command peace in your new day.
It is a choice you see to love and then Another choice to live forgiven.
So come with Me says Christ in you. I’m right here – I’ll see you through.
I’m in you and you in me. Freedom is yours in My intimacy.
It is not up to them to decide your life. It’s okay – I took that knife.
You’re free to live My Life of Love. I’m here, there, down below and above.
Oh you can run but you can’t hide. I’m your Love – you’re My Prize.
If you live in your hurt I won’t leave. I’m still right here – trust & believe.
I’m with you for the long haul dear one. I’m your Family – you’re My son. PS- you and I already won.
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Update on a bizarre day. First thank you to the kind friend who brought me an oil blend to help the sinus and jaw/head pain go away today. It would have worked if it weren’t for operator error …
Second thanks to my husband who did not panic as his wife started crying from the burning pain in my eyes from oil dripping into both eyes. I am thankful Craig lead my blind eyes and body to the shower so I could thoroughly wash with Johnson’s Baby shampoo until my eyes no longer burned. He was brave.
I thank Jennifer for thinking quickly and getting coconut oil INTO my eyes to wash the burning oil out of my eyes… who knew?? Girl… that was gold. She was brave.
Thank God I was not alone to look for my phone with both eyes shut while crying from the burning wintergreen and other strong oils…which are not to be placed in our eyes 👀 but I guess I did not think through the oil part too well.
Thankfully people thought quickly. Thankful I did not have to call 911. Lately I have been on the receiving end while facing challenges with fresh transparency and a new perspective of authenticity.
Interestingly, I have also been encouraged to hide weaknesses … keep everything upbeat! Think positive! Meditate it all away… after all it worked for this person and that person so just do what they do … I get that too and don’t get me wrong – I’m a leaner into amazing, positive and all being well and I believe … we can all be brave.
I am also learning that keeping it real is more honest than avoiding what is painful, ignoring what is uncomfortable or just pretending that everything is hunky dory when I’m in the process of my progress.
Instead of disassociating or compartmentalizing, I’m learning how to be brave while facing adversity … Loving myself through complications. Living with myself as others drop off for healthier “friendships.” Honestly that’s okay – loving one another when life is all good is easy but it is that whole rubber meets the road thing. I’m having to love at a distance while embracing wellness and letting others figure out how to be brave.
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See you on the way to the other side – wait – maybe we are brave already …
I’m 58 this year having outlived my mother who died at 57. I have lots of #laugh lines, #cry lines and #joy lines. Sometimes, as our bodies grow older, we face things we never knew we would face. Sometimes other people can help us face those things as we move forward. Have you ever lived misunderstood, disappointed or divided by man’s assumptive opinion? But at the end of the day, it’s face-to-face with you and face to face with me. It’s a new day and in the midst of more tears there is opportunity to trust Them more. #Bare. It literally can be excruciatingly painful and bitter and sweet all at one time to come face-to-face with yourself. In the mirror you see into your eyes lots of mistakes, lots of desires, misunderstandings and also many years that if I concentrated on them I would want a do over in. #Bare. And choosing Joy that allows contentment? Now I believe the me I am today is acceptable and pleasing with or without my paint and I’m learning not to allow the opinion of others to taint how I see myself or how I believe God sees me or intimately knows me. Interesting tip. Others are going to misunderstand you. You are going to make mistakes. You are sometimes going to be flat out wrong. And sometimes you’re going to be correct. But is it really about right and wrong? Reconciliation is always the heart of #Christ. When you remain divided, it is not his idea. The cross was enough. The blood was enough. #Resurrection is enough. Forgiving and being forgiven should be our immediate go to – not a have to – but an immediate ..”I’m forgiven and you are #forgiven.” Righteousness, peace and power in the Holy Spirit is who lives inside of me. I am his house. I am God’s House and you are too. Bare.
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