Listen guys. I am in New York and was caught in the middle of a myriad of men and women picketing against white supremacy (not for it) and holding signs for only one group of women- #blacklivesmatter (for it). We have a problem.
what makes anyone’s color better than another? You and I were both made inside a woman’s belly. ALL colors of humanity start out the same size my friend- the same size. What makes a black or white woman’s life LESS IMPORTANT or MORE IMPORTANT than an Asian or Native American woman OR any other woman on the planet? All lives matter yet we have a problem.
If you or I see the color of our skin as more or less significant than the color of someone else’s skin then … we have a problem. We are blinded by self and we will only see ourselves because we have forgotten.
It’s level as we are born the same – all the size of a grain of rice! Its level when we die and ALL our skin no matter what color goes bye bye. All that happens in between is part of our personal story. I know a man whose story blew me away. He believed in you and me. HE Himself created us in His own image. He lived on the planet as you and me. He died as you and me. He was buried as you and me. He was resurrected as you and me. But we have a problem. We have forgotten … that it was level at the foot of the cross and it was level in the resurrection and we were all there with Him through it all.
Love is all that’s matters now my friend and we each get to choose for ourselves. Lets quit the blame game and play the “we are the same” game. No longer do we have a problem because Love won …
Check out my video on how your life matters! My dander is up – share if you dare. Love- d
Most women become who they are told to become and then exist. Rarely do they question the status quo that has dictated their lives and so they fall far below any potential that challenges them to reach for the stars. #Fear, #performance, self hatred, failure and poverty become lifelong friends. I know this was me. But no more. I said no more. Be a star. Shine. Bright. LIVE. LIVE. LIVE! Become Who you decide. Share with a friend. It’s not too late to COpartner with #God for the ride of your Lifetime. SDEND TO A FRIEND. Love- Donna Reiners
IF you can relate – type I GET IT! There was a time many years ago when I would not sleep for #fear I would wake up dead.
There was a time many years ago when I blamed #sickness on disease. There was a time many years ago when I refused relationships for fear they would die and leave me alone.
There was a time many years ago when I agreed with doctors who said I would not live past 30.
There was a time many years ago when I agreed I would die like my mom.
There was a time many years ago when I felt you would not love me if you really got to ‘see’ me.
There was a time when I thought I would disappear into depression.
There was a time when I gave up and wanted to die.
There was a time…
There was a time…
There was a time…
I said, “But God.”
Yes, it sometimes required a #fight.
Yes, it sometimes required my will overriding overwhelming #emotions filled with #darkness and #despair.
Yes, it required me contending for life I could not yet see.
I said, “But God.”
So, my #friend if you have read until the end, I want you to know that overcoming that which wants to overcome you is worth it.
Knowing That One Who overcame the world and lives inside of you and lives inside of me is worth it.
And I’d do it again.
You – don’t you give up and don’t you turn back and don’t you give in to those #death filled thoughts and ideas. Choose life because Life chose you and you were and are worth choosing. But #God. I GET IT!! Share so that someone struggling about ‘there was a time’ will choose life. #REPOST Love-d
#coach #life #lifecoach #lifeisbeautiful #live #anxiety #mentalhealth #mental #health #christian #jesus #writer #author #church You are loved – Donna Reiners
I’m thinking about you as I drink my first cup of #coffee since arriving yesterday in #amsterdam. It’s my day to rest and since it’s cold and overcast, I’m thinking indoors is a perfect #retreat #morning
Little drops of #water tip toe from the #sky onto the square brick sidewalk outside restaurant window. I see the slight breeze whisper to the brown hedge bruised by the winter, recently passed.
As I glean from the #Proverbs, I’m listening to the #languages spoken around me as different cultures eat their #breakfast. Though we are all in one room, I can taste the distance between us. My #Texas heart wants to play musical chairs and let time stop long enough for me to spend a few minutes with each #woman.
I’m confident #love is the common language between us. I hear silent cries in my mind of the ones who would bloom if someone took the time to be kind. I’m also equally confident if we looked one another in the eyes with no words spoken, it would reveal our need for a #smile and a #hug as a reminder of our #significance. I’m finishing my first cup …headed for my second one.
Much love- Until soon @donnareiners with www.bravetobraver.com
Women can be very interesting creatures. From moment to moment, we experience a myriad of emotions. In the day to day of our lives we can laugh, cry, hate, love and be in pain – all at one time!
Pain. Sorrow. Joy. Confusion. Happiness. Disturbed. Perplexities. Passion. Depression. Peace. Betrayal. Rejection. Hilarity. Giddiness. Anger. Through us, life happens.
Yet, all these emotions are deep and real because of a loving and powerful Creator Who made us all in His image. Have you grasped the fact that our God is emotional? And yet, praise God, He keeps His emotions under control! Otherwise, we would all be wiped off the earth! Interestingly enough, He desires for us to keep our emotions under control as well.
Made from His DNA, we have the unique likelihood of experiencing His emotions. The feelings of God. Wow. How humbling is that?
How can we be made in His image yet have so much pain? One thing for sure is life happens.
What if sometimes God, knowing our travels, would make Himself known through our journey of pain? What if His desire is to use that pain to mold us and conform us into His will and to learn His way? After all, His way was through pain, wasn’t it?
Heb 5:7-10 During the days of Jesus’ life on earth, he offered up prayers and petitions with loud cries and tears to the one who could save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverent submission. Although he was a son, he learned obedience from what he suffered and, once made perfect, he became the source of eternal salvation for all who obey him, and was designated by God to be high priest in the order of Melchizedek. (from New International Version).
I just want to remind everyone that Jesus did endure and suffer and experience pain. However, it was the journey THROUGH the pain that’s important. He did not remain in pain or suffering. Sometimes, we remain in a pit of pain from mere desire. We want the attention that comes through being discouraged. If we remain in that place with the wrong motives (to get attention), we will become entrapped and find it very difficult to get out of that hole.
Pray with me – Father, cause my emotions to take on stability as I embrace this season and walk through the pain to the other side in Jesus name. Let it be.
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Memories of my mom flooded me this month, reminding me of when I took a shower with her and washed her body. She was ill when I was young and too weak to wash herself. Bless her heart, she needed help to preserve her dignity, so I showered with her so she would not fall. Now that I am oldER, I realize how little I knew in those moments of my youth when I thought I knew enough to handle what life dealt me. Cancer wrecked my mom’s body and ultimately wrecked all our lives for a long time. She was a gentle woman and I only knew her for 17 years of the over 50 I have lived. I remember wanting to love her but did not know how…I hardened my heart to protect myself but instead what it did was prevent me from loving or being loved. I’m confident I’ve written about my mom before but today, I have a fresh nuance – a moment of light shed into that memory and now those memories are precious and I know today is important.
Not a Baby, But a Woman
The last couple weeks, a wonderful woman has been staying with us and she needs additional help due to a weakened arm and short term memory loss. She did not ask for the bill of goods that came down her pipeline and I’m doing my best to do my best but I admit this is not my cup of tea or strength in life and I’m just crying out to God that she does not get hurt or stumble or fall on my watch. Needless to say, my heart watches and I wish I was superwoman and that this was not difficult but honestly, it is and I’m thankful for the woman who cares for her regularly. I’m thankful for her insight, her understanding, her wisdom, her life and the way she cares for those she cares for and you bet if something were to go down with me I would want input from her! Back to the woman I’m sharing about – in order to safeguard her body, I’ve been washing her in the shower. She strained her left arm and when you are left handed, that poses a problem. She is weaker in her body already just due to the ravages of life and so I’m watching to make sure she is not straining her right arm too. She forgets her left arm is strained and she attempts to use it and so I’m constantly aware of her movements. What does this mean? It is almost like caring for a baby but she is a grown woman…so that means I get wet when I’m attempting not to get wet. It means I have to be on my toes because she has stability issues already without the weak arms. It means her bowels are loose like a baby too and that means clean up time for her and ultimately for me too. As I wash her buttocks and her legs and her back for the 5th time within a week, I think of my mom and the opportunity God had given me to love her…but alas I chose not to do it. Yes, I washed my mom but my feelings were not engaged and so I missed that season of loving her and being loved by her. In her weakened state, she was still my mom and I was still her daughter. Today, I do not have a profound message of grace or peace or mercy. Instead, I have a call out to you and to me to love and be love and to find memories are precious and that my today and your today is important.
I don’t know where you are in life. It seems when we are inconvenienced, God has something to say if only we will listen and make room for His voice. Honestly, that does not always mean 3 hours in a prayer room or 2 hours in the Word or even 30 minutes of meditation. Sometimes, God simply speaks and we need to listen for His voice, His tenderness, His kindness, His touch. It is not so much about our effort (though we must receive) but it is about His effort which He extends intentionally. There is a passage in the New Covenant that talks about how the lovingkindess of God leads us into a change of mind…a change of heart…a change of understanding. It is a change where we understand more about how He cares and how we are purposefully included in His caring plan for us and the planet.
Pray with me:
Father, I need You this day to help me #BEBRAVER and live out life with love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness, self control. LOVE through me today! LOVE THOSE AROUND ME! LOVE ME! CHANGE ME! Let me pass every test. Let me enjoy others and be thankful for the presence of those around me. In Jesus name, today is Important!
To be continued…
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