My thoughts are mine.
My motive does matter.
I manage my state.
To create a beautiful place.
Holy Spirit is what I know.
God’s the man who creates this flow.
This greatness I know.
He guides my steps.
The people who cross.
The ones I speak into.
The ones who speak into me.
Making me free.
Like the wind through a tree.
Bending and moving.
In summer and winter.
Providing shade and light
Throughout this groaning earth.
Free to roam.
To find my home.
Without anything missing.
As I live in state.
In this beautiful place.
Every day of my life.
NOTE: With gratitude for Tony Robbins whose divine wisdom has changed the path of my life. My mind and spirit are truly free to create this beautiful state that is unique to me. No shame. No guilt. No justification. No excuses. Just 100% completely free to be me.
As I watched my littlest one fly through the air on the chairlift, I thought of air, the importance of breathe and God’s Holy Spirit.
This is how my mind works these days, simple moments become incredible moments.
I can be sitting watching my boys play with Lego and I feel love and warmth pour over me like a dousing of water over my head.
I may be listening to a woman speak about her health struggles and I want to bawl my eyes out with sadness.
Often, I see women with their moms and I want to lie flat on the ground, humbled by what I have lost and amazed at how present my mom was in our lives.
Today, I come back to air.
To my breathe.
To God’s Holy Spirit.
I will seek with my whole heart the significance of breathe.
And I will breathe.
Full of gratitude.
I love this journey.
Life-giving Holy Spirit.
We are in the final days of “living” in the town where all three of my boys were born. I have been very intentional visiting with certain people and going to special places.
On Sunday, we went for a hike on the acreage behind the first house we lived in. We went with an old neighbour and her son. This is the home where JC was born beside the dishwasher. Here’s the story.
JC insisted on taking his backpack with a snack and a few other things in it. Does this ever happen to you with your own children? I said yes and boy did we get a surprise.
We had hiked up to the top of the hill overlooking the lake. The boys were sitting and chatting when suddenly out popped “Dukey”, JC’s teddy bear. We don’t let our teddy bears go travelling with us, but I sure smiled when I saw Dukey.
My mom had given us Dukey when were six months pregnant with JC. She gave it to us in the house at the bottom of this hill the Christmas before JC was born.
When Dukey popped out of the backpack it was a very special moment thinking about all that has happened in the last seven years since our boys (and Dukey) came into our lives.
Thanks JC for being in tune with other people and God’s Spirit inside of you. You are one of the most thoughtful and caring people that I know. You made us all smile today.