Was it tethered to a spider web? How was it magically suspended in the air? In the blink of an eye, it started spinning chaotically. The small leaf whirled, circled, revolved, and rotated. With grace, it pirouetted perfectly to the music in my mind.
Harmonic motion? Oscillation? A leaf vortex? An eddy of air?
In nature, I completely surrender to the majesty of our Creator. My brain, heart, and soul are connected—no distractions, only love.
Turbulence and sudden wind shifts can create chaos—or beauty. Unstable atmospheres might unhinge us. OR it might produce an amazing air and climate of clarity!
A whirlwind of emotions will whip. I’m tethered. The gravity of grace, grit, and gratitude grounds me.
Have you heard of NET, yet? 🦓
What a joy to have unexpected family time—a move from Missouri to Oklahoma. In the last 12 years, I’ve witnessed my sons move to Idaho, Alaska, Montana, and Washington state—to Texas and back to Missouri. Two years ago, I never dreamed I’d be able to go any distance. I’ve been asked, “How are you feeling”? Smiling I think of how much grit God gives me to do what I do. Giggling, I say, “I’m operating on 70%!” Some days, I do what I can on 30% “reserves”. It’s best to ignore the “healing” going on in my innards—because frankly, it feels strange and sometimes it hurts! God gives me wisdom and discernment. I’ll lean on faith and common sense.
Last night I stayed up very late watching the celebration of life for the 4 Nelon family members. When the surviving daughter, Autumn, sang on stage with The Isaacs I was astounded by her faith and moved to happy tears. When Nathan’s Dad spoke of his son, he shared HOPE. That’s the faith I DESIRE—and HAVE! I’ll never lose it. At this very moment, someone is celebrating. Another is grieving. One is doubting; another believing. One hurting-one healing. What if we all put down distractions and supported one another? The isolation of COVID is years behind us; yet, just as trauma might end, the lingering effects continue. Humanity is attempting to heal while the hurt continues. Our minds are powerful and what we see, hear, and choose to “digest” will impact us—physically, emotionally, and spiritually. How can we share hope? How can we share love and faith?
What grounds you when the wind & atmosphere are unstable? When you spin chaotically out of control will it turn into a dance?
I have a rare cancer. But cancer doesn’t have me. Grace grounds me. Faith fills me. Love lifts me. It’s a special love—have you ever felt it?
I’m totally tethered.
Have heart. Have faith. 🤍
You are loved.
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