Walk This Same Earth

At the risk of making you the reader mad – Let me be the minority voice and have my own little ruckus because I’m an unknown woman who grew up on the wrong side of the track whose daddy owned a worm ranch and you know how fun that was to be known as the family with the worms whose nickname was Sewage… You and I both walk this same earth. Yes, I am white so go ahead and presuppose now before you read onward cause I’m sure it’s gonna make somebody mad…cause you know…that seems to be the preferred emotion this day…you know…to get angry instead of a change of mind or actually have a conversation face to face versus on facebook or this device where we do not see the pain in each others eyes and we stay clear of any kind of true compassion for the life we have lived or are now living.
 
WHY does the sickening hate in American continue to be about racism and not identifying the true issue?
 
Historically, it seems here in America, we stop and cling to the word racism every time there is any kind of violence against a non-white and then the nation riots (not the first time) and then we have an outcry against racism. If a stand against racism were the answer would it have been resolved by now? The issue is identity in all colors and not just white. We live on this same earth.
 
Violence was not how Martin Luther King handled his life – that man is a man who crosses all denominational and all economical and all color boundaries. He demonstrated dignity and literally changed society…He knew who He was and Whose. He paid a price for it. He was fearless.
My goodness – Why do you suppose we do not develop past our own skin color? Yes, AGAIN, I acknowledge I’m still white and now some may be protesting from non-white skin and say something like this: “You don’t know what it is like to walk in my shoes…or my mom’s or grandfathers or …….onward…. And you don’t know what it was like to walk in mine either. This country is IMMATURE IN developing respect… for just about anything really when you think about it…. We all want to shift blame to somebody else for why we have a lack of identity. I see the disrespect in the mom for her role as I see her ignore her child while on her phone every single day when she walks the kid around the corner. I see the kids next door completely ignore instructions from their parents. I almost get hit by cars thinking it is cool to race down the highway in rush-hour as they endanger all of us in their competition. I see an entire family including kids on their cell phones at dinner ignoring one another. These are all colors and all ages and all economics. Disrespect for one another is learned. Respect is learned. But lack of love is probably at the core root. 
 
You are right – I don’t know what it was like to walk or what it IS like to walk in your shoes. I was bullied as a kid and as an adult every single day (not tarred and feathered) but continually hit and continually made fun of and was poor and paid for vacations with bottles my parents found on the side of the road so part of me has had some issues maybe some of you did not have…
 
I grew up under the leadership of an earthly father who felt hitting was the best way to communicate his love language. I grew up with kids who ridiculed me daily and I hated myself with a vengeance most my life… What I experienced is not the same as any-color racism – 
ALTHOUGH at the time it tore me apart and almost took my life many times in my lifetime….
 
Racism is found in all cultures across the globe – cultural prejudice within and outside of all sorts of sects and family lines and cities and nations including inside America.
Yet all of us walk on this same earth.
 
And honestly, it seems to be white people who stop whatever they are doing to jump up and down to come to the defense of racism more than anyone – is it guilt? Do we want to be popular? Do we want others to think well of us? Do we want more friends? Do we really want to make a difference? Why is the cry for racism only during riots and bloodshed?
 
If it was really solely a race issue – do you think it could have been resolved by now?
Are you really convinced race is the issue?
COULD it be deeper than race…deeper than skin shade…?
I just wish we had a true strategy to solve this sickening emotion/hatred.
I’m thinking we as a nation – a people – all over the globe – don’t know who we are and we don’t know WHOSE we are and we don’t acknowledge we have the exact same color blood and we breathe the exact same air and we have the same organs. We won’t consider that we all came from the same Spirit and we all return to the same Spirit after we leave this same earth that we all walk on together.
Instead, we use emotions as our excuse for actions and behavior
that belittles, reinforces, dishonors, angers and rules atmospheres…separates, divides, shifts blame and takes blame.
 
I was thinking today that it is ironic to think the one rioting may be robbing their heavenly neighbor?? Sad to think the one prejudice against that other is having attitude with someone who holds God Already living inside them and living alongside of them and will see them in the next place of existence…until then – we all walk on this same earth.
It is not just us white people who don’t now who we are – it is every color as we walk this same earth.
 
Screwed Up MESS is what is happening folks.
End of my rant.
Have a great day.
Make a non violent rumble will you?
Let your voice be heard.
But let it be a voice for humanity and not just your section of humanity… because right now we are ALL focused on this one thing…in unity to stop something that we won’t stop by using all these little posts and antics of poopularity…………. 🙂
Go ahead.
Be mad. When we are mad, we stop being kind to others AND ourselves…
because that is how the emotion of hate – separation – division – works…
hate is an inside job that shows up on the outside… 
If I were not white would you still be mad for me writing this?
LOVE WILL ALWAYS BE THE ANSWER.
Love is an inside job.
Where is our Wisdom as an entire people?
NOT A PASSIVE LOVE.
NOT A COMPLACENT LOVE.
BUT a Union in Love from Love with an origin from ABOVE Who may even live inside of you (even if you have turned to hate God or Higher Power or WHATEVER/WHOMEVER You call the one who gives you breath and blood) So, are we fighting amongst our own brothers and sisters? WHEN REALLY we are all really one color…. ?? Something to think about as we walk this same earth.
Interesting to think we have the same Father …  we were all birthed…
You have thoughts? I would love to hear some response from love not hate. So, if you don’t know me, you won’t hear compassion, you won’t see the tears, you won’t care about my heart that cares…
 
Walk the Same Earth

You can hear Him

Pondering life. Fascinated God chose us before the foundation of the world. While yet not breathing, He chose us. While yet against Him, He included those He created. HE is in us, around us. What does it mean? All things exist in heaven and earth because of Him, adhering to Him. For Him. By Him. Through Him. Including you. Including me. How devastatingly unpractical yet our reality – not just a doctrinal truth. You can hear Him.

Father restoring relationship through His Son for all mankind? Father forgiving all of mankind through One Sacrifice? Without our help or permission. One Sacrifice resurrected for all mankind. What do you do with that? If Adam caused mankind to be dead then certainly Jesus brought life to mankind? Surely we don’t see Adam as more powerful than Christ? Surely, Jesus’ obedience trumps Adam’s disobedience? Restoring mankind’s position to rule and reign. Restored so He is living in us and through us. Is this the Grace we do not quite understand? That He chose us? Without our mental ascent? Without our heart’s agreement? His decision? You can hear Him.

Imagine a Person stepping inside you so that you have an upclose personal relationship with our Creator – our Father – our God – one where He never leaves you…never forsakes you…because He breathes inside you and through you- answering your deepest questions through a whisper, a nudge, a thought, an audible word, or through the mystery of silence. Heaven coming to live in you through The Son. You are alive. You are not dead. You can be born again. You can hear Him yourself.

Don’t allow dark ignorance depersonalize The Most Personal, Relational, Loving Person of all time. Look up. See The Man. See God. See The King. Embrace the kingdom. You are a son or a daughter of your Father’s kingdom. God yet Friend. Master yet Brother. Complete Authority yet not controlling you. Freedom to cultivate relationship with The Most Powerful Being from time without time.

When the son ran away from his father to spend his inheritance – it says he came to his senses and planned his way back home. His thought process was to present himself as not good enough to be his father’s son and be hired as a servant. Did the the son lose his identity when he went away to squander his inheritance? What else? I see that he also left the presence of his father’s love, acceptance and affirmation. The son may have returned out of ‘need’ but his father received him back as family with no questions asked. Once a son – always a son – behavior does not determine bloodline. You may have lost your way but HE has not lost you. You were never lost by Him. You are found. Seriously how would Almighty God lose His own son? Like He doesn’t have eyes to see his location or ears to hear his thoughts? So what’s the hold up? You can hear Him.

Could Father be waiting for you to wake up to His Love and acceptance and affirmation… that you are His – always have been and always will be? Church may not be your safe place but Father has a ring for your hand, sandals for your feet, food for your sustenance and arms open wide because you are not a servant but His son. You can hear Him- Love-d

I See

I see Life is inevitable and then there is life again.

Well, so I feel like I am experiencing what my mom experienced when she was dying at my age (57). I don’t like it nor want it but am not sure how to proceed other than to write it out.

I had dental surgery a few weeks ago and my body is still reeling – from the impact of an infection (still making its way out of my body)
from the impact of the sedation (still making its way out of my body) and the dehydration I had already experienced before the tooth was ever removed.

Since January or so, my esophageal sphincter has been stuck open (I am retraining it to be closed through a chiropractic help). The gastroenterologist was of no help as they only offered a pharmaceutical to soothe the acidic reaction. But the sphincter is getting triggered by either food, emotions or something ..unsure… event? Frequency?? Do not know. Did this happen to my mom? How did she pass through this season of her life?

My body is lower than the low acidic levels and so I’m working on monolithic eating with high alkaline causing foods. It is slow. It is a choosing with intention what I put into my mouth and a choosing with intention to eat it until it is mush in my mouth. I need the nutrients.

I remember Mom losing weight. I remember our last Christmas. I remember her weighing 118 pounds and I am at about 128 pounds right now. I have lost from 148 til now since about December/January… this is 2020 now…. Was that what happened to her?

My body is hungry. Was she hungry?

Was she unable to eat?

Did she feel misunderstood? Unnoticed?Uncared for? Alone?

I remember my dad leaving her at home alone as he went out on a date with a friend’s mom. I found it disgusting then. I did not understand his unkindness.

Now I see his selfishness.

And I see how out of control he felt at not being able to stop what was happening to his wife of 36 years. Now, I have compassion at him feeling powerless. I see.

I also remember him swearing to stop smoking when she was diagnosed which did not last long – he still smoked in her face.

I found that disgusting too. Now, I see his nervousness and how incapable he felt to care of his wife. He was a man’s man from surviving Pearl Harbor and other wars to living through raising 4 daughters … but this caring for his wife? This was different. This was painful. This was deep and this was where the rubber met the road. I see.

That was 1981.

It is 2020.

39 years.

Is this cellular memory for me? A twisted cellular frequency? If so, what triggered it? Why are these strange and odd incidents happening? I have no idea.

Is God revealing all of this to me?

Unsure. But it is revelatory.

I am fighting to trust and believe this is not my time to die. It feels silly to even be thinking it yet that is what is on the tip of my lips. Wow. It is an intensity I have never known.

Was she wanting to live? Choose life.

I remember asking why she was going to do chemotherapy and radiation.

Her response? It is my chance to live. She chose life. I see.

She wanted to see me grow up, get married – she wanted to live her days to see grandchildren – which there was only one and I’m thankful to know that niece today though her mom/my sister has passed away into the next realm. She wanted to see all her daughters succeed and she wanted to be part of our lives. She loved us. She was special. She was my best friend. She wanted life.

I have other issues I dare not share right now. So, I’m relearning how to live it seems. I’m learning how to eat it feels like for the first time. I see.

Bone broth is my friend.

So are green beans, asparagus and water. I love water. I love life.

I’m on a journey and you are too so don’t give up on me and I won’t give up on you.

I’ll be updating soon on food, restoration and life – life – life.

Until soon friend with an update and much love with life I see – Donna Reiners

Take Joy

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.

Take Joy.

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.

Take Joy.

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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Intention

I want to talk about the power of intention. Taking hold of your thoughts… Capturing your thoughts… It’s done intentionally. It is not a random act of kindness. It is the power of intention.

It is an intentional action on the inside of you that captures an ill willed thought and stops it from moving out of you. An intention that stops it from entering into the space of another human being. An intention stopping it from being against yourself. Pause. Think about your thoughts and then about your intention.

If you find yourself entertaining an unkind thought, impression or idea toward you or another person… Stop and reconsider. Picture yourself snatching it up with your hands … and throwing it into a trashcan. Cancel that thought. Look at that thought in your mind and put a great big X Mark on top of it. Canceled. Denied. Reject it from living inside you. Cancel that thought from going after another person. You have the power of intention.

Intention is powerful. What can you think instead? Choose a new thought. Blessing. Potential. Compassion. Let’s be intentionally kind toward ourselves and toward others and let’s rock on with the Love of God.

You have the power of #intention with Love, d #jesus #prayer #splankna

No More Hijacking

If you stop your process again, you will either abort or miscarry so no more hijacking your own birthing process.

Follow through – take it to the finish line. I know you think you are not going to make it. I feel it deep in my bones. My feelings are right there with you.

Take a deep breath and take each day as it comes but whatever you do – don’t stop your process of carrying your identity full term again. No more hijacking.

It is NOT just a new day – it is your day.
Yes, you have some dreams you have pressed into before but this is different. This isn’t a dream – this is your identity. This is what you are made of and you are in the process of a brave new you. No more hijacking.

I can see you in the birth canal. You are on the way. Don’t stop! Yes, you may need to take a breath and rest. It is like when you are working out. A good trainer will have you stop and breathe and hydrate but then you get back to those muscles before the muscles do what they want. You have to tell your muscles what to do. You have to tell your body what to do. You must not stop believing that you can finish this process of identity.

You have health on the other side.
You have finances on the other side.
You have promises fulfilled coming.
You can do it. You can deliver.
You are worth the pain. You are worth the effort.
You are worth the continual pushing until you are born.
Remain in labor. Don’t lose your nerve now. No more hijacking.

Don’t run away. Don’t shut down.
Don’t be angry. Don’t avoid it.
Don’t continue to think of ways to get around it.
Don’t give up. Don’t turn back. Don’t give in.
Look at how far you have come. No more hijacking.
You have gone too far to turn back now.
No more hijacking your process of identity.

DO love you enough to hug yourself. Then, hug the one with you.
Your body doesn’t just want to run until you are ragged or sleep until you’re a new person. Your body and my body wants the consistency of the daily living and breathing in and out until our consistency births a stability and reliability and maturity that can be trusted with the life we have asked God for. You have cried out to be a lover of humanity. You have cried out to love like Jesus. You have begged God to make you more like Him. This process of life and living is your birthing time. You just did not realize how critical your own birthing is for you and your family and your city. you are the in the process of birthing your own identity.

Until soon and no more hijacking – love d.

Rise in your space

Rise in your space. Don’t shrink back but embrace the challenge.

Resting expecting supernatural tenacity. Fix your eyes. Stay in the current. Let it strengthen you. You’ll end up with inheritance.

Rise in your space. Be expectant. Turn to think good things not past things. Maybe even approach your issue differently. Expect change. Expect freedom. Expect help. Expect life. Watch a video on Rise by clicking here.

Rise in your space and tune in supernaturally. Listen to what’s inside the song, conversation, disagreements. Listen beyond the tears and pain. Access what’s in between the lines and get a full picture. God is not shaming you or beating you up.

Rise with tenacity into Truth. Not the good labels or negative finger pointing of man can define you. Opinion hasn’t a chance when compared to Truth. Tenaciously embrace a TRUE new you. LOOK into the ones near you and you’ll find they struggle the same. Love issues. Misunderstood. Not able to express themselves. Need validation. Feel like not fitting in.

Look into your eyes and see love there. That’s who you really are so sit up tall in your chair. Follow me for blogging and strength. Love- d

Time Pressures

Fabulous article that you CAN relate to- Time Pressures by–Kathy Collard Miller

I have a hard time saying no! As a child, I didn’t want to hurt anybody’s feelings and wanted everyone’s approval. As a result, I was usually distressed out because I was trying to please everyone and didn’t have enough time or energy to be everything to everyone.

Since then I’ve learned a phrase that set me free: “a need is not necessarily a call.” I like to rephrase it as, “An opportunity is not necessarily God’s open door.” Just because I hear of a need doesn’t mean God is calling me to respond to it. I’d begun to put that idea into practice when I heard of a need: the reorganization of a church group whose leadership had all resigned. I went to the meeting but emotionally had to sit on my hands, for fear I’d raise them to volunteer for all sorts of things. But I didn’t think this was where my strengths would best be used so I kept telling myself, “God hasn’t called me to this.”

Evidently everyone else had heard of that same idea because no one volunteered for anything! Two weeks later, I heard of an opportunity that was exactly right for my talents and I became involved. I was so glad I hadn’t volunteered at the previous meeting because I would have been distressed trying to fulfill both. Later I heard that a group of volunteers had stepped forward to carry on the work of the first group, even though they hadn’t been at the reorganization meeting.

I learned that God can guide me and provide all the time He wants me to have as I obey Him.

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Keep shining my friends!! Until soon and many Blessings friends!!

Show them the door

When you feel as if you are losing your mind, stop to recalibrate before you fall to the floor.

Defeat, discouragement, dismay & depression are not your friends.

Show them the door.

Do not be distracted by their visit.

Just refocus after their departure.

Let the imprint of the bottom of your shoe be their next tattoo.

Blessings-Donna Reiners

You are alive

I was born two months early at 5 pounds. I stayed in an incubator for two months waiting the time for me to be strong enough to go home and be with my mom.

I got to be hooked up to all sorts of life support almost 57 years ago. Tubes crawled in and out of lots of areas in my body while my body finished developing at Fort Campbell Kentucky Army Base hospital.

For the first two months of my life outside the womb, the nurses and doctors were my parents. They made all my decisions, cleaned me and fed me and monitored me to make sure I would not die. Back then, your mom wasn’t at the hospital very day to check on you and it was not possible to hold me… Affection was later.

This is what I know: I would not be writing this nor you reading this had someone snipped my neck or decided I was not worthy to live…or been so convinced I was just a ‘fetus’ and separated themselves from me being a human being…

If you are reading this then high chance your neck wasn’t snipped either.

You are alive my friend… a special treasure and you have something to be thankful about…

Share this my friend.