Coloring outside the lines

The only way to truly grow in your purpose is to begin coloring outside the lines.

Explore.

Discover.

Lean into a different space and trust.

It is a journey not a destination.

We forget because we want perfection.

We want others to think well of us.

We want our coloring book page on the refrigerator.

We want “them” to be proud.

So, we aim to please instead of aim to hear and have relationship.

We run from Truth and run to Information.

We are safer inside the lines where we are unnoticed and compliant when there is an adventure awaiting us both… out there… when coloring outside the lines.

Bless you friend,

D

Remember

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

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

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

More than a Word

Faith.

It’s more than a word.

Trust.

It’s more than an action.

You don’t know until it’s you…

Facing your body’s need for..

A kidney, liver, brain stem.

You don’t know til it’s you faced with

cancer, ataxia, tumor, Parkinsons.

You don’t know til you’re the one whose spouse, child, sibling or parent died –

In your arms, on your watch, in your home, in your classroom, on your property.

Yes, you may understand. You may feel you believe.

But understanding and knowing are not the same.

The other day I understood from an X-ray that I had a calcified bone spur that needed attention. Then, I was treated for it and know by experience (through the most excruciating pain I’ve ever felt in my life) that I had a calcified bone that needed attention. After weeping, crying, yelling, weeping again…I KNOW it’s an issue.

I’ve prayed, commanded, imagined, meditated, and levitated (not really) in faith, trust and authority. Not restored.

So, I took action steps to address it. Wow. I did not know I could withstand that kind of pain. Had no idea I could or would endure.

I left thanking God for a pain filled arm as I thought of a precious woman who literally has one arm due to a flesh eating bacteria that attached her other one. You just don’t know til you know…

You and I may understand with the head but are out hearts far away?

I’m learning to pause before I presume to truly know what pain, heart ache, confusion, loneliness, insecurity, or feelings of shut down another has. I’m learning to look around and find someone else who wants to be noticed, understood, listened to, acknowledged, remembered…LOVED…

I encourage you to receive fresh compassion for the hurting which might even include your pain.

Not empathy. Not sympathy. These are weak fleshly tools.

Compassion is powerful. It is a strong supernatural super power!!

Compassion is Love & kindness.

Time is priceless.

Your presence is valid. You’re important. You’re significant. You matter.

I encourage you to pause and look yourself in the eye. Then look that other person in the eye. You may feel pain you cannot resolve. You may see wisdom from suffering. You may even see God looking back at you. What will you say in response?

I encourage you not to presume that the person who no longer comes around to see you is lazy or busy. Maybe they too are passing through unspoken issues, pain.

At the end of the day, most are doing the best we can.

So, instead of deciding to discount that person whom you think should get it together …

or … condemn that person you think should know better …

or … talk down to that person whose worth is in the toilet without your reminder …

Or … forget the compassion you want if you ever have to walk in their shoes …

Or feel you have zero worth because you’re alone… so you make certain you’re not…

Remember, that hate – that low self esteem – that yucky feeling – you feel is only hurting yourself…your atmosphere.

So, let it go.

One more time.

Again. Learning. Soooooo much to learn about being present. Noticed. Unnoticed. I’ve been crying more. Listening. Realizing. Valued. Weak yet strong. I’m seeing my errors. I’m not feeling condemned but I’m seeing my own issues. Forgive me those who know me personally for not being present when present. Forgive me those who have felt condemned online.

When I was a kid I had a big mouth.

I talked wayyyy too much to cover it up.

I hated myself. I was filled with strife.

It’s took me years to forgive my own hell.

Love was the answer as was His reply.

Receive your inheritance of life.

From your spirit alive in Christ.

Sow into the incorruptible seed of Love ..

From Those within not just above.

More than a word

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.

U turn permitted

Guest Blogger @Crystal Griffith w Radiant Joy Consulting says: U-turns Permitted!

Today, over the course of a 16 hour trip I took 5 u-turns. I haven’t taken 5 u-turns in a year, let alone a single day. And yet each one was necessary in the moment.

#1 – needing to get back on the right track

#2 – realizing what I thought was the best path wasn’t

#3 – needing a pitstop to rest a moment

#4 – being on completely the wrong road

#5 – being in the wrong lane due to a road hazard

Each u-turn had a specific purpose and all have life application. Ask yourself, do I need a yoU turn? Which would apply for your need right now #1, 2 ,3 ,4 or 5? Remember, a yoU turn is necessary when you need to adjust your course. It’s a complete 180 from the current trajectory to the best trajectory for your life.

Even with the u-turns today, we encountered new places, tons of wildlife, sunset stars, maine lobster in the middle of elk fest, both the Atlantic and the Pacific river starts, all 4 seasons on one road, a bulging challenge with 3 bulls, eating in a 100 year old jail, new memories with friends. A u-turn does not have to be failure, but an opportunity for new and exciting from a different perspective.

Need help with making that yoU turn? PM Crystal Griffith with Radiant Joy Consulting.

The new route will compute on God’s GPS and guess what, it’s the best route!

Make a Memory

Wow. We are out to eat and lo and behold I see the longing to make a memory on Eighties Band Night at Mo’s Irish Pub.

As I watch women flood the floor to dance with each other, my heart understands their loneliness AND their desire to simple to have some fun. Sadly, I saw spouses turn their wives down to dance due to what? Lack of security? Embarrassment? Unwillingness to be seen with her or them? An opportunity to make a memory cane and went..

Hey!! Make memories. Don’t be bound by fear of man, need for approval or feeling not good enough.

Enjoy you. If married – enjoy your spouse. Get over it friend! Love the one who leads you to be uncomfortable and free… Dance. Sing. Love. Laugh. Remember to make a memory…

Love-d

God uses storms.

This speaks to me today. I have a number of men and women who are feeling as if their lives are being sabotaged right now….this minute – God uses storms.

We don’t know WHY life piles up and it “feels” as if God and everyone around is against us. But, is that truth? It “feels” true but how can the One Who made us be against us? How is it we think God is not for us, does not like us and His sole purpose is to teach us lessons so we will obey better.. Do not allow lies of never finishing, never being good enough, never getting caught up, never knowing yourself, never… get the best of you. Instead – receive Truth in that place of feeling overwhelmed and sabotaged… with Intention. Decide. New decision.

My thoughts? It is our response that determines how we maneuver through the water. God talks to us and we get to respond to Him and do our part. Our part is moving forward. Our part is remaining in peace. Our part is choosing life in the midst of death. Our part is remaining kind when we want to scream bloody murder and harm ourselves. Our part is not losing our cool with us and those around us. Our part is taking care of what is right in front of us. Our part is putting one foot in front of the other. Our part is going back to something we had instructions. Sometimes we rock on and move in and out of other places we want to obey but there is one place we choose NOT to obey and always feel undone because its so big in our mind and heart…it weighs on us because now we see how key our obedience was then and is now…

We think it is the doing… we think it is the getting it done and YES we have things we need to get done…but if we allow those things to control us OR use those things AGAINST us then we will be undone and devastated and distracted by the negative… BIG BREATH. You are NOT what you have done or have NOT done. You are NOT the devastation.

Ok. So, maybe you are in a storm and it feels you are devastated and it feels overwhelming and it feels like where do I start?

Start with one thing. Brush your teeth. Comb your hair. Get dressed. Smile at your face in the mirror. Validate your existence. Validate your life. Validate your God Who loves you and wants you to know His love in a storm or in a success…

I love you – Just do the next one thing…which might be feed yourself or the one with you or BOTH and then breathe…
One thing.
One thing at a time..
One box at a time.
One pile at a time.
One drawer at a time.
One call at a time.
One step at a time…

Until soon and much love – Remember – God uses storms.
Donna Reiners

God uses storms