The other day I had a small apartment fire in my kitchen while I was cooking. I was baking something and literally stepped away for about five minutes and came back to a room filled with smoke and a fire in my oven.
I grabbed my dog Ginger, my phone and left the apartment as I dialed 911. Firefighters arrived within minutes and my apartment manager as well as a few neighbors waited outside with me while the firefighters went in.
While the firefighters worked I felt anxious and worried; I couldn’t remember if my renters insurance included fire damage and I was low key afraid that the fire department was going to foot me with a bill. I also figured my apartment manager was going to scold me for negligence.
But neither happened. In fact afterwards the Firefighters made light of the whole ordeal by making a joke about getting a cookbook for the future, LOL. And my manager was really gracious and played with me and my dog after everyone had gone back to their homes. What I saw in that instance was a lot of grace for a mistake I had made.
Thankfully there was no damage to my home and the only thing that was ruined was my dinner and kitchen curtains from the smoke. 🙂
That night as I happily cleaned up the mess I had made in the kitchen, I thought about how we never have to clean up our messes alone. God always helps us, whether we created them ourselves out of negligence or someone else dumped a mess on us, He’s a helper.
As I scrubbed my stove and looked at my smoke-stained curtains I smiled. The stains in my kitchen though they looked bad were evidence of God’s grace in that moment. I could have lost so much more. I was happy for the stains.
In our lives we may have some stains, scar’s or blemishes based on what we’ve been through. I think they can be a reminder of God’s grace in those moments.
Love you loves,
P.S. I used to listen to a song called “Grace Like Rain”. Check it out here.
I have a confession to make; I struggle with forgiveness.
Many people do. It’s complicated, it’s messy, our emotions are involved and it can sometimes feel like too much to bear.
The word alone is almost like dropping an F-bomb. It stirs up a lot of emotions and uncomfortable feelings.
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There is a lot of talk on social media about living your best life. You’ll often hear people saying “I’m just out here trying to live my best life, ” or using the hashtag #LivingMyBestLife or #MyBestLife, along with a picture that depicts the person achieving a certain goal or dream displayed on Facebook or Instagram.
I undoubtedly have used the phrase myself on social media so this got me to wondering what “living your best life” truly means. Does it mean accomplishing some great goal that society says you should by a certain time? Is it keeping up with the people in your social group? Or is it living the best you can with your abilities, resources and talents every day?
The other day I was walking by an elementary school as the kids were playing outside at recess.
I love the sound of children’s laughter while at play; it reminds me of my childhood, innocence and the wonder of childhood dreams.
As I paused and looked at the kids running happily to and fro I wondered what their home lives were like, what dreams they may have already discovered in their little hearts and if they would come to pass. Because often in between being a child and becoming an adult life gets in the way. Continue reading
The other day, as I was sorting some old clothes in preparation to donate them to my local Goodwill I realized I carry an emotional attachment to a lot of my old things. Clothes, jewelry, trinkets, plain ol junk; to the point that I struggle to give away things even though they are no longer useful. I don’t know why, it’s not like I didn’t grow up with enough in childhood, but for some reason I find myself feeling emotionally attached to a lot of my stuff to the point that is hard for me to let go.
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The other day I was watching an NFL game; (Go RAMS!) both teams played well and both teams suffered some mistakes. Both teams at times fumbled (i.e. mishandled) the ball, but I noticed how they had to quickly shake off whatever play they didn’t make and go on to the next part of the game.
In other words they could not dwell on their screw up if they wanted to continue to fight for a chance to win the game.
I thought about how this type of attitude can be applied to the lives you and I live every day. If we want to make it through to our goal, the finish line or just life in general we can’t get hung up on the everyday screw ups; mistakes we make and offenses made towards us by others.
Getting caught up on an old hurt is like fumbling the ball and continuing to fumble the ball because you can’t get past the first fumble (the initial hurt). Even with some of life’s biggest hurts, we can’t let those get us caught up or we will stay stuck, unable to move forward in life, going around the same mountain, replaying the same offense. Continue reading