Lean In
“Lean in,” I heard. It was a simple, quiet statement. I knew what it meant instantly and it scared me. It meant:
\ Stretching a little farther in embracing (even the idea of) joy and hope for the future.
\ Releasing more fear that the bottom might drop out. Again.
\ Trusting that the worst is behind and the best is yet unfolding.
Lean in. Drink deep…
Reborne
When had the abject misery and despair I was listening to - that I remembered knowing would never end - become something unrecognizable?
Happy Anniversary?
...I still either have to brace myself or forget and get spin-cycled through the day/week/whatever.
Is that you?
I’m praying for you - for us - today so you know you’re not alone. You’re not forgotten. You are loved.
365
Suddenly, I saw myself making my way thru LAX - prophetic, forward-moving, life-giving paintings in my right hand and Jermaine’s urn under my left arm - and heard:
‘NO EXTRA BAGGAGE’
boom loudly and clearly in my spirit. I knew what it meant instantly…
Burn the Boats!
I realized then that I had continued to hold onto one residual thought; one remnant feeling that was very effective at preventing me from moving forward with any sense of urgency. That residual remnant was this: that there was something to ‘go back’ to.