“The road to hell is paved with good intentions”. Thats what came. So, I dropped the formula and was just present with my people. What I noticed was when I stop focusing on myself and my goals, I look to serve. In service, regardless of what that looks like…taking care of a MIL with early stage Alzheimer’s walk through loss of her spouse, babysitting grandkids, camping and meeting strangers to make new connections, watching my husband give generously of his time and talents and making sure I feed him and wash his clothes and cook food….watching my kids raise theirs better than we did…its in the daily small things I find impactful in my own soul. I have a purpose, I have people to love. I’m content in my circumstances. I am choosing to stay present. Your work resonates with me on a level that causes me to pause and reflect. It’s a gift you have. Thank you for sharing it with us. I pray my gifts and talents encourage and bless others too. Keep being real. I’m locked in.
I find that I have to physically remove myself from my current reality to have any lasting effect. Technology is so ubiquitous at this point that even my best intentions fall flat if I stay in my present circumstances because other people are still participating and they are all around me. I go to our island cabin that has no electricity or wifi signal every weekend that the weather allows. Once we tie to the dock and I feel the negative ions from the ocean pouring into me and hear the bald eagles crying, all of the information I am so hyper aware of just dissipates into the aether. I remember seeing a meme once during the Covid years that said something to the tune of 40 days in the wilderness will change your whole existence and your mind/body will never be the same. The number 40 appears many times in the Bible, so it seems important. It sounds like a radical idea, however, a good friend of ours just died on Friday night and I seriously doubt he would have thought it was radical if it could have saved his life.
For two days I wrote about how I lied to myself about my life. Then I cried for three days. I’m not a social media person and I’m not interested in the news or politicians. They’re not interested in me either. They just want money. Since then I’ve been spending more time with friends and relatives. It feels good and I’m feeling hopeful.
Fasting from technology would be almost as difficult as fasting from food. I've never managed to do so for more than two days with either of them.
It tough
Agreed. As with all tough challenges, it highlights areas of ourselves that still need work.
“The road to hell is paved with good intentions”. Thats what came. So, I dropped the formula and was just present with my people. What I noticed was when I stop focusing on myself and my goals, I look to serve. In service, regardless of what that looks like…taking care of a MIL with early stage Alzheimer’s walk through loss of her spouse, babysitting grandkids, camping and meeting strangers to make new connections, watching my husband give generously of his time and talents and making sure I feed him and wash his clothes and cook food….watching my kids raise theirs better than we did…its in the daily small things I find impactful in my own soul. I have a purpose, I have people to love. I’m content in my circumstances. I am choosing to stay present. Your work resonates with me on a level that causes me to pause and reflect. It’s a gift you have. Thank you for sharing it with us. I pray my gifts and talents encourage and bless others too. Keep being real. I’m locked in.
I find that I have to physically remove myself from my current reality to have any lasting effect. Technology is so ubiquitous at this point that even my best intentions fall flat if I stay in my present circumstances because other people are still participating and they are all around me. I go to our island cabin that has no electricity or wifi signal every weekend that the weather allows. Once we tie to the dock and I feel the negative ions from the ocean pouring into me and hear the bald eagles crying, all of the information I am so hyper aware of just dissipates into the aether. I remember seeing a meme once during the Covid years that said something to the tune of 40 days in the wilderness will change your whole existence and your mind/body will never be the same. The number 40 appears many times in the Bible, so it seems important. It sounds like a radical idea, however, a good friend of ours just died on Friday night and I seriously doubt he would have thought it was radical if it could have saved his life.
For two days I wrote about how I lied to myself about my life. Then I cried for three days. I’m not a social media person and I’m not interested in the news or politicians. They’re not interested in me either. They just want money. Since then I’ve been spending more time with friends and relatives. It feels good and I’m feeling hopeful.
I’ll wait to buy physical book😘
when will After Jesus be available in paper copy?
Later this week, when Amazon approves it