Intimacy- Luke 7:37

I resisted this blog for several days after knowing what I would write about. Who wants to talk about intimacy in a public forum?

Yet Here I am to take a walk among the idols of my life with Jesus. I don’t want to be here, but I made the brave and dangerous choice to enter into His calling. Faith done right will feel like a juxtaposition. Ambivilance is inevitable in the mental arena of the daily disciple.

Once upon a time I knelt at the feet of my idol and anointed perfume with complete humility and trust. I let my hair down and embraced my identity as the Luke 7:37 woman of the Bible.

I was vulnerable, I was honest, I was courageous. But I knelt in a posture of submission at the feet of a human being who I had wrongfully put in place of Christ. I had made an idol. I sought intimacy with an image-bearer instead of the Creator Himself.

I was bravely misled by my own choice to sin- I wanted to make people my refuge and my redemption. I wanted to craft human friendships into vessels of salvation. I entered into relationships with a desperation for healing and wholeness that caused me to offer up my soul on the wrong altar.

Who is the Luke 7:37 woman? Read with me here-

Luke 7:37-50 (NLT)

³⁷ When a certain immoral woman from that city heard he was eating there, she brought a beautiful alabaster jar filled with expensive perfume. ³⁸ Then she knelt behind him at his feet, weeping. Her tears fell on his feet, and she wiped them off with her hair. Then she kept kissing his feet and putting perfume on them.

³⁹ When the Pharisee who had invited him saw this, he said to himself, “If this man were a prophet, he would know what kind of woman is touching him. She’s a sinner!”

⁴⁰ Then Jesus answered his thoughts. “Simon,” he said to the Pharisee, “I have something to say to you.”

“Go ahead, Teacher,” Simon replied.

⁴¹ Then Jesus told him this story: “A man loaned money to two people—500 pieces of silver^[a]to one and 50 pieces to the other. ⁴² But neither of them could repay him, so he kindly forgave them both, canceling their debts. Who do you suppose loved him more after that?”

⁴³ Simon answered, “I suppose the one for whom he canceled the larger debt.”

“That’s right,” Jesus said. ⁴⁴ Then he turned to the woman and said to Simon, “Look at this woman kneeling here. When I entered your home, you didn’t offer me water to wash the dust from my feet, but she has washed them with her tears and wiped them with her hair. ⁴⁵ You didn’t greet me with a kiss, but from the time I first came in, she has not stopped kissing my feet. ⁴⁶ You neglected the courtesy of olive oil to anoint my head, but she has anointed my feet with rare perfume.

⁴⁷ “I tell you, her sins—and they are many—have been forgiven, so she has shown me much love. But a person who is forgiven little shows only little love.” ⁴⁸ Then Jesus said to the woman, “Your sins are forgiven.”

⁴⁹ The men at the table said among themselves, “Who is this man, that he goes around forgiving sins?”

⁵⁰ And Jesus said to the woman, “Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”

Who walks away from their most vulnerable moment with a sense of deep inner peace? Well if the idol you knelt before was less than the complete perfection of Jesus, you probably walked away with regrets.

If the idol you knelt before was Jesus Christ, then you walk away not only at peace, but made strong in the very midst of your weak human fragility. You walk away whole and humble at the same time, ready for true intimacy with others.

The Luke 7:37 woman of the gospels was given true peace as a result of her true intimacy with the only One who deserved her devotion- she brought her whole sinful self and was therefore granted the right to love and be loved despite the many idols of her abuse.

Intimacy with human beings is complicated and complex, full of potential pitfalls. It is directly tied to idolatry because of sin. This is because we are all made in the image of God, walking around in a broken system, and so we are all potential gods and goddesses of idolatry in our own right. We tempt one another with our great display of false perfection whenever we pretend that sin does not impair our judgement for relational intimacy.

As I read Deuteronomy this week, I see this human struggle with idolatry going on among God’s people from the beginning of the exodus from Egypt.

Deuteronomy 4:15-31  (NLT)

A Warning against Idolatry

¹⁵ “But be very careful! You did not see the Lord’s form on the day he spoke to you from the heart of the fire at Mount Sinai. ¹⁶ So do not corrupt yourselves by making an idol in any form—whether of a man or a woman, ¹⁷ an animal on the ground, a bird in the sky, ¹⁸ a small animal that scurries along the ground, or a fish in the deepest sea. ¹⁹ And when you look up into the sky and see the sun, moon, and stars—all the forces of heaven—don’t be seduced into worshiping them. The Lord your God gave them to all the peoples of the earth. ²⁰ Remember that the Lord rescued you from the iron-smelting furnace of Egypt in order to make you his very own people and his special possession, which is what you are today.

It is not your sin to be abused- to be helplessly mistreated by broken human beings. No, it is not your sin to be hurt. It is not your sin to become a victim of another’s neglect or cruelty. That is someone else's sin, not yours.

BUT it is your sin to allow this to distort our view of God. It is sin to allow humans to determine our worth in Jesus. It is a sin to project painful human failings onto the perfect God who loves you. The sins pushed upon us are not our fault- the pain which we allow to taint our trust in God, that is the piece of the suffering that you are responsible for. How have idols shaped your world view?

The idol of hate, vengance, fear, betrayal, unforgiveness, bitterness? Products of human brokenness. Not products of God's love. To cross these two is blasphemy. Of this I daily repent.

For this I must look back and take account for all the ways my idolatry of human opinion and praise marred my intimacy with Jesus.

To mistrust God is a sin, because His love for you is perfect. How have you allowed your idolatry of another human person become the downfall of your relationship to Christ? If you fully trust God, can that abusive relationship truly damages your core values?

How was my Luke 7:37 moment an act of sin? Because I allowed the failure of a human friend to cause me to pull back away from the love of Jesus in fear.

Who hurt me? People. Who did I hide from? God.

Oh, I also hid from people, too. Don’t get me wrong. But the bitterness, the denial, the rejection of forgiveness, these were all a mistrusting of God’s redemptive plan for my life. By rebelling against reconciliation, I was revealing how much I truly mistrusted God’s ability to produce something new in the aftermath of human failure, both mine and theirs. By choosing anger and sometimes hate, I was choosing to take away the false idolatry of other humans into my own hands.

Since other people could not be my god, then I would be my own god and take shame and rage into my own hands. If I could not be intimate in relationship with people, I would not be intimate in relationship with anybody- this does include God, whether the victim of relational suffering realizes it or not.

How we treat image-bearers is how we treat the one who actually is the Image of Christ. Intimacy with people is only meant to be a reflection of our intimacy with Him, not a replacement.

A voice interrupts here and says, am I still talking about this after so long? Yes, because working out sanctification is a lifelong process that involves honesty, patience and the guidance of the Spirit. And today, He guides me here to talk about intimacy.

Idolatry of other human beings is what gives sin access to our hearts. Trusting human persons for the very real needs that only God should be trusted with- that is where intimacy gets damaged.

Are we in fact bent but not broken, or are we whole and healed in Jesus? I am currently wrestling with this myself. It seems to be a both/and situation, a duality and a very Jewish way of thinking.

In my counseling sessions I am currently going through Dr. Dan Allender’s companion workbook called The Wounded Heart. This week, we are working on shame. I wanted to share a piece of it with my readers here-

Answer these questions with me, and see if we have some humanity in common, you and I:

Q: Look back at the embarrassing moments and shameful truths you’ve been writing about. Which of them involves letting people determine your value and desirability? Which of them involves letting God determine those things?

A: Every incident of shame in my life involves trusting in people to take the place of God and expecting humans to validate my worth. I have rarely trusted God to define who I am. Even now, right now in this moment. This is why I am so often anxious.

Q: What signs do you see in your life that you have tried (and maybe succeeded) to deaden your longing for deep, satisfying involvement with others?

A: I let relationships fade away when I am hurt or let down. I use neglect or avoidance to create a safe distance between myself and others in order to avoid intimacy.

Q: What pain do you avoid by not longing for love?

A: When I keep a safe distance from intimacy, then I avoid the pain of being hurt again, I avoid making another mistake, and I avoid falling short of other’s expectations of me. When I hide, I can’t be wounded.

Q: Do you identify with the fear of abandonment? If so, what do you do because of that fear?

A: Yes, based on past experiences I certainly fear relational abandonment. I anticipate it and try to stay ahead of it at all times. I avoid intimacy because the distance keeps me feeling safe.

Q: As you look back over your answers, think about who you are trusting. To what or whom have you given the power to determine your desirability and worth?

A: People. Always people. I have place myself at the feet of human idols, ones who cannot provide the intimacy I need to be fulfilled, healed and whole. I have looked to people to be my God, and when they let me down I retreat into emotional isolation. People are my idols, and so I fear and avoid depth of relationship because intimacy is a threat when it is based on the broken human definition of love.

My friends, this is a tiny window into the thoughts I have been wrestling with this past week. God is doing a work in me, revealing the roots of my idolatry and communicating to my heart where true intimacy with Him could take me. Here has been my response to Him:

“Dear Father- I am tired of doing relationships my way, but I have no idea how to change. I sit here in the weeds of my mistakes and wait to be rescued. All my self-help efforts have failed. I realize that on my own, in my own stubborn pride to “do it myself”, all my attempts have amounted to a state of helpless and useless fear of intimacy. You are the healer of my body and the lover of my soul. I want to experience Your overwhelming presence every day, even when there is pain and sorrow. I know that my brain needs to be washed and reprogrammed so that I can experience true intimacy first with You, so that I can experience it secondly with others. Help me to differentiate between intimacy and efficiency- teach me to understand love from a healthy foundation of trusting first in You. In Jesus name, AMEN.”

Yes, idolatry is the opposite of intimacy. This is why God makes is very clear in His Word- no idols. Okay, God, we agree. No idols.

But we have idols. They are people. They are everywhere.

God warns us, not because He is jealous (although He is jealous for our faithful love) but because we are weak.

We are all weak. We are all bent by the weight of mishandled intimacy. We are all human. We are all burdening one another with the weight of idolatry.

When I knelt at the feet of another human being, I place the weight of my salvation upon the back of a fellow struggler. To idolatrize the thoughts, opinions and assumptions of someone other than God is to sin against the Creator and all humanity.

Our idolatry is breaking us down. Our lack of healthy intimacy is ripping relationships apart. We need Jesus at the center, here and now.

Certainly, I am not the only Luke 7:37 woman in this world- there are more than a few of us out there. Only most don’t say so, because it isn’t safe to do so.

Thankfully, God anticipates our tendency for making idols out of each other, and so He leaves this promise that comes in the aftermath of our sins:

²⁸ There, in a foreign land, you will worship idols made from wood and stone—gods that neither see nor hear nor eat nor smell. ²⁹ But from there you will search again for the Lord your God. And if you search for him with all your heart and soul, you will find him.

³⁰ “In the distant future, when you are suffering all these things, you will finally return to the Lord your God and listen to what he tells you. ³¹ For the Lord your God is a merciful God; he will not abandon you or destroy you or forget the solemn covenant he made with your ancestors.

Some of us want deep relationships but don’t want to do the daily work of building intimacy to get there. Some of us prefer to just hotwire intimacy or surrender to the breakdown of relationship and simply ride it out while it lasts. I have done both. Both are sin. Both require substantial emotional healing.

It is time to exchange idolatry for intimacy. Stop idolizing people and start knowing them- but do not attempt this until you place your worship in a safe place: upon the feet of Jesus.

We must intentionally work on intimacy with God every day. Our souls cannot be allowed to sleep. We must become emotionally invested in knowing Christ each day.

Are you brave like the Luke 7:37 woman of the Scriptures? Can you present your WHOLE self to Jesus, worshiping at His feet?

So begin to reserve the depths of your heart for Him, because He adores you deeply. Desire intimacy with Him so that you can experience it with others. Love the soul in another person in a way that reflects Jesus instead of replacing Him.

Even though our sins are many, the love of Jesus in us is even more. Intimacy with Him will always save us, and then we can continue to move forward in peace, together.

Victory is ours, brothers and sisters.

With Love,

Rebecca

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Precious Stones and Holy Dreams- Genesis 28

Do you ever ask yourself what you will be doing a thousand years from now? For we are all eternal beings, every single one of us.

We all have a story to tell that never ends.

Some of you are blessed so that you can bless others. And some of us are broken so that we can receive.

Today I run with Jacob.

We are learning together that stones are precious things. 

In regards to the anointing of stones, I cannot speak for anyone except myself- and my brother Jacob. You are welcome to join us if you like. Our angels are here with us- you can bring yours, too.

Yet some may see these words I write and say, who is she to speak of holy things?

No, I am not qualified. I am just another girl with a blog. Or so I have heard.

But guess what? Dear World- call me whatever you want, the King calls me Beloved. I AM ENOUGH. (Dear readers, say that with me- it's true for you, too!)

So for those who are always fleeing and never arriving, perhaps you should stop and anoint the very next blessing that you lay your weary head to rest upon.

Anything can happen in this barren place. The desert is a blank slate for God to write the story of the world.

So it’s time for Selah- a divine pause.

Some people say 'stop to smell the flowers'. But what if there are none? 

Some of us are in a desert wilderness, with only dust and dirt and rocks.

We are running away from our regrets with no destination in mind, much too busy to stop and dream or pause to anoint the stones. We run with our tears and our holy oil, clutching stolen promises to our hearts, but we have no idea what to do with them.

And we trip over rocks because we believe God logically, but emotionally we are fleeing blindly. When it comes down to our stony broken hearts, fear has become the justification for control.

We grab our blessing from Him and run like hell.

Problem is, there are angels in this place, within this wilderness, who follow after us and redeem us when we finally stop to rest. These angel guides are anointing our hard hearts with holy hope.

I can’t feel Him, I don’t see them, but when I close my eyes there is a knowing.

It’s the kind of ancient wisdom that you carry not in your head, because it does not live there, but deep in the recesses of your soul.

He is here- they are all here, looking over my shoulder as I write these words.

Hello, my angel guides. I welcome all of you.  Read my story with me.

But first you should know, dear reader, that sometimes I hold the Bible to my heart when I meditate, to join with the broken ones in Scripture who are also striving to produce something good.

Because Jacob and I, we believe a lie in our broken depths, the lie that we are only as good as what we present to the world.  We forget that we are most like our Creator when we are creating, not running.

Perhaps we are creating mosaics of sanctified stones in the desert of our hearts?

We forget that we are loved not because of what we produce, but because of who we are.

We are image bearers who have lost our shining softness. We have become hard as stone.

But God smiles down at us and says, “Be still, my child. It matters not what others say. I say that you are my creation. I say you are beloved. Stop running so I can anoint your stony heart.”

Instead of striving, always straining for more, what if we simply stopped and prayed?

But this is hard, because we are driven to either produce or consume the blessings of others. It’s the programming of our broken heritage.

God just wants us to lay down upon our heavy burdens, so that we can dream.

It’s time for Selah- a divine pause.

We cannot know how deeply we are loved until we stop running, lay still and close our eyes. Only then can we see.

And perhaps this small and insignificant gift of writing that I bring looks like nothing more than a plain, hard stone. Which it was, when I first lay my head down on it to recover. To rebel. To fight. To strive.

But this hard stone, it’s becoming sanctified.

And the angels are all watching in wonder. They gather around and glow with anticipation, pouring holy oil over the daily labor of these work-worn hands.

Did you know you have crowds of angels who follow you everywhere? They are your biggest fans.

They minister to you when you are sad, they celebrate with you when you are happy, they stand with you when you are brave. They follow fast behind you when you run. They anoint you when you become hard.

Jacob and I, we have known what it means to lay down and curl into a ball and try to become like a stone- cold, heavy, lifeless.

When you rightfully run from who you’ve been, without a doubt your demons will pursue. But you cannot stay, because what once served you is now becoming toxic.

What you once loved

is now contaminated with grief,

so it’s time to run away.

Thankfully, your angel guides are running, too.

They read with us here, leaning in closer to see Genesis 28:

⁵ So Isaac sent Jacob away.

This is how this chapter begins- with a hard farewell.

Jacob had a stolen gift- a blessing and a promise, a confiscated inheritance. He took off running with it, because it was not supposed to belong to him. He ran like his life depended on it- which it did. And he didn’t look back.

Jacob was running away from his brother, whom he hurt in order to be blessed.

This is what happened to our world when man rebelled against God- blessings became entangled with curses, fragments of good and bad all mixed together.

“God, what am I doing? Where am I going? What have I done?”

There are at least a few of us out here in the wilderness who ask this question. And I am not alone. I run alongside Jacob, that blessed thief who would someday return to be the leader of his people.

But first he had to cease striving, lay down and surrender to rest. He could not dream until he was completely still in body, mind and soul.

¹⁰ Meanwhile, Jacob left Beersheba and traveled toward Haran. ¹¹ At sundown he arrived at a good place to set up camp and stopped there for the night. Jacob found a stone to rest his head against and lay down to sleep. 

How weary do you have to be for a stone to feel comfortable? When your entire self-perception gets turned upside down, even a hard place looks inviting to the rampant mind.

Regret warps our judgement- rocks are mistaken for something soft and light. We turn to comfort from the wrong things.

But it’s OK, that’s normal, so God makes room for this mix-up, and his angels gather around to see what happens next.

And maybe we know

 exactly what we are running from,

 but are not sure

what we are running to.

I’m certain Jacob cried himself to sleep that night. Because when we finally stop running, our emotions catch up to us. That stone was covered with his tears.

Fear, regret, hope, desire. We run away from failure headlong into a dream.

As we lay down in the hard place, God reaches down to raise our thoughts higher, to rise above the sorrow.

¹² As Jacob slept, he dreamed of a stairway that reached from the earth up to heaven. And he saw the angels of God going up and down the stairway.

Ah, I told you there were angels here. Close your eyes and see for yourself.

Disturbing wonder is the catalyst

for spiritual awakening.

God saves His best revelations for our worst moments.

When our minds settle down onto rock bottom, God turns that hard place into a foundation for building a new dream in our heart.

13 At the top of the stairway stood the Lord, and he said, “I am the Lord, the God of your grandfather Abraham, and the God of your father, Isaac. The ground you are lying on belongs to you. I am giving it to you and your descendants.

The first thing we must do while we dream is to look up. Most people go through this life without ever looking up. Even in their dreams, their heads are down.

The hard ground we are quitting on, that is the place of revelation. Everything serves a dual purpose on this journey- it is both a physical act and a poetic metaphor.

And the duality is that our dream is about to become a reality, and the plain hard stones of our past are about to be sanctified and multiplied.

14 Your descendants will be as numerous as the dust of the earth! They will spread out in all directions—to the west and the east, to the north and the south. And all the families of the earth will be blessed through you and your descendants.

What do you dream when your head hits the pillow?

Do the desires of your heart look like victory for the entire world?

Raise your thoughts higher- look up.

There is abundance in this place.

The angels gather around you now as you read these words, enraptured with your response.

  ¹⁵ What’s more, I am with you, and I will protect you wherever you go. One day I will bring you back to this land. I will not leave you until I have finished giving you everything I have promised you.”

Ah, but God, it is so hard to believe a promise that we don’t feel deep down in the depth of our being.

 

To believe something as great as that requires a releasing of the lies we comfort ourselves with, the stones that we pretend are pillows.

We are shedding something that is precious because we are growing up.

And as the sun rises, it dawns on us that the ones we are fleeing from are not our enemies at all, but wounded prisoners of war.

16 Then Jacob awoke from his sleep and said, “Surely the Lord is in this place, and I wasn’t even aware of it!”

The first thing we must do before we even open our eyes in the morning is remember our dreams. The ones we have carried in our heart since we were small. If we do this, then when we look around we will be filled with awestruck wonder at the simplest of things- like stones.

And yet, seeing the promises of God is also a bit like looking at a tidal wave which is headed straight for you, right where you stand in the dry desert. His blessings can be daunting and overwhelming.

They will crash over you wave after wave, so it’s best to be prepared. Start small- simply admit you are standing on hard and holy ground.

Name that desert place of dreams- call it Divine.

¹⁷ But he was also afraid and said, “What an awesome place this is! It is none other than the house of God, the very gateway to heaven!”

We have suppressed our emotions for so long that the very rocks within us cry out to be sanctified.

All can be made holy if we allow it.

Remember that angels follow you everywhere, crowds of them, enraptured with your every dream.

How much does God love you- don’t you know? It’s a tidal wave of blessing.

Do not let emotions get in the way of this awakening, rather let them serve it. Seek to know that the Redeemer of stony hearts is the One who loves you forever and always into eternity.

18 The next morning Jacob got up very early. He took the stone he had rested his head against, and he set it upright as a memorial pillar. Then he poured olive oil over it.

What if everything we did in the next 24 hours was holy? What if every word and act and thought was sanctified today?

This is the moment for Selah- a divine pause.

Stop running and pick up a stone.

Anoint it, here and now.

Don’t hesitate.

If you don’t have holy oil, simply use your tears. It’s all the same, really.

 ¹⁹ He named that place Bethel (which means “house of God”).

And we will finally admit that rocks make terrible pillows because they bring no comfort at all. Those hard and heavy things we have grown used to, like fear and anger, anxiety and grief.

But when sanctified, these hard and heavy things can become holy relics of surrender.

We will forget our pain when our hands touch the sky in praise.

The house of God is built upon the hard cold stone inside of you, and the cracks in your walls of certainty let the light in.

It’s ok to admit that- the angels understand. They will ascend and descend upon all of it.

20 Then Jacob made this vow: “If God will indeed be with me and protect me on this journey, and if he will provide me with food and clothing,21 and if I return safely to my father’s home, then the Lord will certainly be my God.

And so we hope to return again to those wounded prisoners of war who we are fleeing from today. We hope to see these stones again. We trust God with the outcome.

What if we surrendered all the heavy things that weigh us down? What if the things in the margins were really the most important pieces to release?

If the hard stones of regret we lay our heads upon can become the foundation for our dreams, then perhaps there is not as much grief as we thought.

To surrender, simply anoint your past with honor and dignity, pouring recognition and compassion upon it. Then leave it behind you, to stand there as a testament of what you once were.

Keep walking, but leave the stones behind. They are all anointed- you can trust that they will be ok. That holy place will still be there when you return someday.

And you will return- although you don’t know when, because that is not part of the dream.

But for now, it’s best to leave the hard things. Bring only the dream which was built upon the bedrock of surrender.

Compartmentalize that which no longer serves you- sanctify the past and lay it down.

Move through the rest of your life trailing the angels of your dreams instead. 

Children remember dreams better than adults, so be childlike when you run to Him.

Now take a moment to say goodbye to the regret of the past. Say goodbye.

Here in the wilderness of meditation, find a stone and sanctify it. Dear reader, what is the stone of regret that you need to leave behind?

 ²² And this memorial pillar I have set up will become a place for worshiping God, and I will present to God a tenth of everything he gives me.”

The next thing to do is worship- this is the only way to survive now.

Worship like your life depends on it- because it does.

We are all spiritual beings in a physical temple, and worship is an act that brings unity to both sides of our composition, allowing them to work together for the same purpose.

Worship is the integrity of body, mind and soul.

And like Jacob, give at least ten percent of your thoughts to the dream in your heart- that’s a window of opportunity for your angels to gather around.

Be mindful of where you have come from, and never forget the lessons of the holy stones you left behind. Mindfulness brings balance.

The emotions should serve the spirit. Your vision should be supported by them.

Arise and go to Bethel- the house of God. This is not a church I speak of, but a community. A safe place to belong, where you can go to love and be loved, where you can anoint the stones of regret and leave them far behind.

Do you ever ask yourself what you will be doing a thousand years from now? For we are all eternal beings, every one of us. We all have a story to tell that never ends.

And when I read about Jacob I realize that All. The. Things. in our story can be holy.

Even the precious stones beneath our weary head.

The angels are waiting eagerly to see what happens next- they are the readers of your every word.  They are hangers-on of your every surrender.

Because Bethel is our city- our dreams belong in the House of God. Here the hard places beneath our heads will become holy and shining, a testament to our victory.

Yet who am I to speak of holy things? I am not qualified.

I am just another girl with a blog. Or so I have heard.

Call me whatever you want, because my King calls me Beloved. We are all His beloved- say it with me:

I AM ENOUGH.

Please realize that some of you are blessed so that you can bless others. And some of us are broken so that we can receive.

Today I run with Jacob.

We are learning together that stones are holy dreams.

If we are always fleeing and never arriving, we need to stop and anoint the very next blessing that we lay our heavy heads to rest upon.

It’s time for Selah- a divine pause.

And after I am done sanctifying my past,

I will walk away like my brother Jacob,

and I will dream like him, too.

Our angels are trailing close behind us, reading every word of our story.

Do you see them? They are here with us both. They are our biggest fans.

When I walk away from the hard place, I take a whole crowd of angels with me. They understand my victory- they applaud my courage. The stone I leave behind me is sanctified and waiting with honor for my return someday.

Dear reader, today I pray that you will find a moment to close your own eyes, rest your head and dream. And when you wake, anoint the heavy place in your heart and then set it down away from you. Leave your regret behind you for another day, because too much grief is toxic to your soul.

Feel how much lighter you are after surrendering the hard things- you can run so much faster.

Now go, move forward into the rest of your life, trailing the angels of your dreams behind you everywhere you go. Run towards the Creator, the Author of your story.

And may all beings be peaceful and happy.
Amen and amen.

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With deepest gratitude 

for my tiny tribe of readers-

Rebecca

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