For your consideration…..

I’m no positive but am pretty sure this message is meant for me. I’ll share it because it was the only one I was given. Maybe it is because others feel as I do.

Since I came back from the Olympics, I have had a hard time meditating. This happens sometimes. We are told not to judge because our ability to be still varies due to what is going on in our environment and our circumstances in it.

While I was gone, I heard zero politics,. We saw one man with a political t-shirt on which caused every American around him to groan. So I am sure that others were also feeling the relief from being showered with negativity on a daily basis and resented the intrusive on our respite.

As I sat with myself and questioned my guidance on what is going on, I was told that I was feeling futile. Well, that was a big slap and wake up call to me since my personal life purpose is to deliver HOPE by the written and spoken word.

So as I shake myself off here, let me share the rest of the message. Where there is HOPE, nothing is futile….EVER. That is the first part. The second part is that we feel futile because we feel like we have lost our power and there is nothing we can do. But the is NEVER true, unless we let it be. There is always something that we CAN do. And that is how we win, by doing something that is good and right. And never accepting the status quo that we know is not right.

So as my husband, Bruce, always says, “Buck up little buck-a-roo.” Carry on, deliver HOPE that is the light that overshadows futility.

That is the HOPE. And so it is.

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

-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.

-Be the light.

What made me smile yesterday…..

-PJ’s all day.

-I was so tired, my husband said lets order pizza. But I felt bad that he has not had a home cooked meal in a couple of weeks so I decided to throw something together. I found a chicken pot pie in the freezer and a stuffed chicken breast. I put them in the oven and cut up some potatoes and put them in the air-fryer. I asked Bruce which he wanted. He said the chicken breast but when he cut into it was a hot pocket that had now been cooked about 38 minutes too long. Yikes.

-Catching up with Shannon and Jody.

HOPEfully getting school stuff squared away.

Love, Blessings and Gratitude,

Rev. Chris


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