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Drawn and chosen by love

We all tend to aim for the goal instead of the journey itself, but spiritually speaking, how we get there is where we arrive. The journey determines our final destination. If we manipulate our way, we end up with a manipulated, self-made god. If we allow ourselves to be drawn and chosen by love, we might just end up with the real God.

Only trust . No one can say , “I have it.” It is always an invitation, just enough to draw us deeper. Just enough of God to make us want more of God, but God is always in the driver’s seat. “You have not chosen me, I am always choosing you” ( John 15 : 16 ) .

Rohr, Richard. Preparing for Christmas: Daily Meditations for Advent (Kindle Locations 536-539). Franciscan Media. Kindle Edition.

It’s almost 4 a.m. and I find myself awake. Oftentimes I get a shot of adrenaline somewhere around 3 a.m. and wake up left to my thoughts or worries (mostly self-inflicted or manufactured “what-ifs”).

I decided to get out of bed and do some journalling.

It helps with my thoughts, it allows me to separate my emotions from my feelings.

If we allow ourselves to be drawn and chosen by love, we might just end up with the real God…Only trust…it is always an invitation, just enough to draw us deeper…just enough of God to make us want more of God.

To be drawn and chosen by love! What a beautiful statement and promise. Like being drawn into a river’s current.

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Gratitude Journal – A slow morning

Today I am grateful for:
This beautiful weather.
 
The reason I appreciate and value this is:
It allows me the pleasure of sitting outside on my patio to enjoy a warm cup of coffee and a delicious breakfast. The birds are chirping, my girls are playing in the back yard, and a cool breeze floats by. I hear Tania say “Heidi up up up” and listen Emma dream about going on a walk, exploring the neighborhood. Heidi wags her tail, enjoying the attention of us all. Emma brought me some water from her room, I appreciate the gesture but not sure I should drink it because the source might be a bit suspect…and it does look cloudy.
Emma and Tania both come to sit on my lap, telling me stories in their own unique languages. Emma is excited about buying an umbrella for the patio table, Tania is fascinated by the green crayon she found.
It’s a beautiful day to sit outside and have a slow morning.
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