For your consideration…

I love all of the different ways we receive our messages. Our Guidance is persistent and ready to jump in at every opportunity.

With a new puppy, I am outside first thing in the morning. I am finding it hard to go back into the house so for the last couple of days I have meditated outside. Inside I play calm music. Outside is completely different. The birds are loud and boisterous. It is glorious and happy.

Today as I expressed gratitude for the beautiful morning and cheerful birds, in jumps our message. “Remember last year the bird that was a terrible singer?” I did. Last summer Bruce and I were sitting on the front porch later in the afternoon. There was a bird singing away at the top of its lungs. I listened for a while and then said to Bruce, “That is the worst bird singer I have ever heard.” He laughed and said, “He was just thinking the same thing.” Neither of us could ever remember hearing a bird that simply had a bad singing voice.

We have been having messages about personal responsibility, not waiting for someone else, just going for it. We are given the bird example this morning of a bird that didn’t care if his voice was beautiful or not. He joyously sang at the top of his lungs anyway. The bird reminds us that we don’t have to be perfect. We do not have to let our imperfection hold us back. Indeed, our imperfection is our perfection because it is spirit forward. We let our authentic self lead the way. And guess what? Everyone feels and notices that first, the imperfection last, if at all.

I will leave you with this other example. I youngest daughter has a perfect ear for music. She was a wonderful french horn player. She can pick instruments and notes out of any musical piece. She went to the United States Naval Academy and we thought she would do drum and bugle. She did for a couple of months and decided it wasn’t for her. But she missed music, so she joined the Women’s Glee. One of her best friends was in the Chamber Singers, an elite high school choir group. She could not believe Alex joined the Naval Academy’s Women’s Glee. But Alex, “You can’t sing.” Alex wasn’t deterred. She would learn as best she could and do her best. The experience led her to travel as United States State Department ambassadors to Brazil as well as other places. She sang for President Bush at the Pentagon Memorial dedication. She sang at the Belmont. She sang at the Lincoln Memorial pre-Obama election celebration. She had lots of wonderful experiences because she just went for it. She was not deterred. And guess what? Only her high school friend told her she couldn’t sing. Everyone else celebrated her effort.Ultimately, Amelia, her friend, when she gave the maid of honor speech at Alex’s wedding used this example of Alex’s attitude and determination.

We don’t have to be perfect to joyously sing our song.

That is the HOPE. And so it is.


Bit by bit, piece by piece, HOPE by HOPE action steps anyone can take…

-Affirm…“I am loved.”

-Meditate/pray…ask…”What is my next step for my highest good and the highest good of all?”

-Drink lots of water.

-Get outdoors and take in at least 10 deep breaths.

-Put your bare feet on Mother Earth.


What made me smile yesterday…

-A beautiful, sunny day.

-I had a couple of dead trees cut down and the stumps ground. I have had to do this before and just thought that the shavings would settle into the ground. I should of listened to my husband because this did not happen. So with this pile of mulch, I decided to remove it and spread it in the shrubs on the sides of my house. Ugh, it is lots of work but I got a lot done yesterday and some done already this morning. I will do more this afternoon. I can see this is not going to be a 2 or even 3 day job but I will get it done.

-My friend, Vicki, came and spent some time with me this afternoon.

-I had been meaning to get some jewelry pieces repaired. I love the work Olde Town Gold and Coin do. I have used them for years and once again they did not disappoint.

-Catching up with both my girls.

-A good book.


Love, Blessings, and Gratitude,

Rev. Chris



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