I think about how the fruits of my pride, fear, and hesitation are prized possessions that I must sacrifice to God in order to purify myself with more soulful and supple way's of being. Sometimes this ritual is "remember to meditate," or "do the laundry." I think that the process of sacrifice creates a form of spiritual ash that nourishes and deepens my sacred soil of being, the place where God's lessons take root and being me into a stronger and more loving person.
I keep needing to re-cycle through the same lessons over and over I need to remind myself of past sacrifices and prior rituals of growth, that way I see the progression of my life is goes back further than the past week. In peering into the ashy well of time, I see how much I have done, and suddenly the soul work in front of me seems more approachable. Well, back to the laundry for me. 😉
Blessed are the ashy legacies of our struggles, for they become the divine dirt of God's Garden.
I think about how the fruits of my pride, fear, and hesitation are prized possessions that I must sacrifice to God in order to purify myself with more soulful and supple way's of being. Sometimes this ritual is "remember to meditate," or "do the laundry." I think that the process of sacrifice creates a form of spiritual ash that nourishes and deepens my sacred soil of being, the place where God's lessons take root and being me into a stronger and more loving person.
I keep needing to re-cycle through the same lessons over and over I need to remind myself of past sacrifices and prior rituals of growth, that way I see the progression of my life is goes back further than the past week. In peering into the ashy well of time, I see how much I have done, and suddenly the soul work in front of me seems more approachable. Well, back to the laundry for me. 😉
Blessed are the ashy legacies of our struggles, for they become the divine dirt of God's Garden.