Hello Tuesday!

Transform your thinking on a Tuesday.

Don’t look at the chaos after the flood and feel defeated. Change your perspective and choose to see the beauty. You didn’t die, it didn’t break you. You learnt to swim, you learnt to stand. You learnt to trust in something/someone bigger than you.

Depression taught you to endure. Loneliness reinforced your resolve. Loss taught you to appreciate what you have. The storm allowed you to grow. Go inside and learn who you are. Change your mind about your circumstance and see beauty in the mess.

First, grow in. Then grow out in order to grow up. Challenges teach us this.

LoveLee

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Us girls

Some creative pieces, whatever genre, leave you with so much food for thought.

“Let her be born and handled warmly.”

I watched For Colored Girls again. Released in 2010, it had a lot to say. In 2019, this movie is still so relevant.

It weaves a tapestry of sadness, disappointment, betrayal and disillusionment but there’s an underlying hope, a strength and a survivor instinct that is innate in women that shines through.

So apart from the obvious stand-outs in this movie (the part about men sailing through life on their boat of entitlement just because they have a penis) what stood out for me today, was the sad reality that we as women often leave women to struggle alone.

Ladies, we have to do better!

We have to ensure that our mothers, daughters, sisters, friends are ‘handled warmly’. We have to show those who have forgotten or lost their way, which direction the Light is.

Pray for her, love on her, speak life over her and remind her of her worth. Let her know that she is essential.

Us girls…we’re the ones

We are the keepers of our own light and fire and zest

Us girls…We are the ones

In order to survive and thrive, we do our best

Us girls…We’re the ones

Who give and let go and set aside, for all of them

But no more

Us girls…We’re the ones

and now is the time to turn all of that around, doing it together

no more playing second fiddle

Us girls…we’re the ones

Center stage, taking charge, igniting the spark inside me, you, her, she, Us.

We are the voices, the warriors, the nurturers, the peace-givers, the joy-makers, the super heroes.

Us girls…we are the ones.

LoveLee©

Wild woman

Wild you

Don’t let them

Tame you

Cage you

Turn you

Change you

At all costs

Stay you

Be you

True you

Wild you

LoveLee© August 2018

 

Being captive, does not make a lioness less of a predator. By no means does that diminish her instincts, her hunting prowess, her ability to fight to protect her cubs or to kill for her livelihood. If faced with danger, she will jump right into action and do what a lioness does. She never forgets who she is.

What, lovely one, makes you less so? Whatever your captor is called, an abusive relationship, depression, inferiority complex because your overweight/underweight, too short, too tall or whatever. Remember who you are. You are not the mistakes you made. You are not what happened to you. You are not your circumstance. Roar lioness, be defined by the wild inside you.

 

Dancing with you

pas de deux

Pas de deux (noun)

  • A dance for two performers
  • An intricate relationship or activity involving two parties or things

Stomach in. Chest out. Shoulders square…and one…and two…and three…and four…

And sometimes I miss a step. Sometimes the noise is so loud that I don’t quite hear the music. So I miscount and go too far. I confess, sometimes I trip over my insecurities. Trip over my fears. No matter how many hours of practice I put in, I often forget that I was to turn left instead of right. I get confused and dizzy from spinning around the same situations so many times. Sometimes I’m exhausted and I just don’t want to carry on.

But look how wonderful my Father is. He knew that I won’t be able to do this dance on my own.

I could not have asked for a better partner. He’s steadfast. He’s sturdy. He never misses a beat. He has a firm grip on me.

All I have to do is trust that He’s there. When I fall, He will catch me. He’s proven that over and over. He’s constant. He’s consistent. He’s persistent. He keeps perfect count. His rhythm of total grace is unforced. A pace I can keep up with.

As He steadies me, I put my head on His chest and allow Him to gently sway me to the sound of His heartbeat for me. He guides my footsteps and I follow Him in total confidence across the stage of life. I’m safe. I’m protected. I’m strong. I’m steady.

My God, my Abba, my Lover, my Strength…thank you for your unfailing word. Isaiah 41:10 tells me that I don’t have to worry, You got me. And now, as so often before, You reminded me of that again. No matter how many times I fail you. No matter how many times I forget that I don’t have to do anything on my own, You remain consistently patient with me. I love you. I surrender to your grace.

LoveLee©

Awake to what I’ve learnt.

 

It’s the last day of the year and gosh!, it seems to gallop into the home straight right after the Easter bunny has made his visit. Time to take stock, I suppose. That’s what everyone does, right?

At the beginning of 2017, the word meant to steer me through all circumstances this year presented, was “Awake”. Awake in everything. Awake to everything. Awake with everyone. It has been, as always, a year of learning. Being “awake” in the ups and in the downs, is not for the faint hearted. That much I’ve come to understand and continue to learn and embrace. As I await confirmation of the word for 2018, I reflect on the year past and what immersing myself into the tender and sometimes rough folds of “awake” has taught me.

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Dr Seuss (in his simple brilliance) says,

dr seuss

“Sometimes you will never know the value of something,until it becomes a memory.”

This is perhaps the biggest lesson I’m taking from 2017 onward into my next. We’re always reminded to make memories or to live in the moment…all good and well. But this leaves me with questions. How do you really make a memory? What does living in the moment actually mean? When do you know that you are making them? How do know that this is the moment you need to remember? Can you have a memory without having had the moment?

I’m learning, the little things are the BIG things. Memories from childhood remind me of that. Running through the sprinklers on the lawn with my brothers as kids…wow! That used to be such fun. I had this yellow bathing suit, looking at old photos tells me I wore that thing way past its expiry date but I have my happiest memories in that somewhat too tight bathing suit. There’re also those other pics. You know those ones in our Christmas outfits. OMG! Did my mom know that decades later it would embarrass the crap outa us when we look at them?

I don’t think we knew we were making memories in those moments.

There’re also those regrets. Those “I should’ve’ or “I wish I” memories. I had ideas of how things were going to turn out but it didn’t always go the way I thought it would. And sometimes I beat myself up over it. Knowing that if I made a different choice in this moment or that one, the endings to certain chapters in my book would be different. But life is life, things will happen how it happens anyway.

Those memories that make you smile when the sun is hidden behind the clouds, are more often the ones we never saw coming.

Asking a random stranger for directions and ending up making lasting connections. Now that’s a memory worth keeping. Watching a plant grow through a crack in the concrete, against all odds. It’s a thing of beauty. A reminder that I too can thrive even in difficult circumstances. Watching your old clothes become ‘new’ to someone who had nothing. Moments that humble you and grow you at the same time. I’ve seen the sunrise over the ocean and setting in the desert. Majestic. But nowadays when I see glimpses of crimson and orange winking at me here in the concrete jungle, it’s a magical sight.

I’ve seen the pride of achievement in my son’s eyes when he aced a test. I tucked that memory away to share with him on the days when he finds it hard to believe in himself. I’ve heard my boys giggle in the bedroom after I’ve punished them for whatever and I smile when I remember my brother and I doing the same thing years ago. Visiting the parental unit, cooking with mom or having coffee on the deck with dad. Priceless moments that I took for granted many years ago. Now I’m just grateful I have opportunity to make memories of it, which I hope to share with my grandkids some day.

I’m learning that maybe the best way of making memories is to truly be. Just be. Awake. Aware. Present. Eyes wide open in every moment. Don’t waste too much time trying to figure it all out because then you’ll forget how to live.

cesare pavese

So, as we get ready to journey into 2018 let’s leave the regrets behind. All the shoulds and coulds. Its unnecessary baggage that will slow us down on the road. Be awake. Be present with the people who are around you. Shine your light in to their lives and allow them to shine their light into yours. Don’t let the moments pass because you imagined something different. God is good and faithful and each moment He gives is filled with so much grace. Stop. Inhale and remember that every breath you take is your moment.

We never know when we’re making memories, after all.

Thank you 2017. And now I claim every good thing 2018 has to offer.

2017 goodbye

LoveLee©

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My worship

Oh that I might sing of your greatness but, my vocal chords have yet to learn the notes to aptly describe your excellence.
How do I sing of your mercy that never runs out but instead is renewed with each passing day?

If I had it in my fingers I’d play a piece that speaks of your patience and longsuffering towards me. A sinner – who deserved to die but is given chance after chance by You.

How do I put into words what it means to be loved by Him who with a breath put stars in the sky and with a thought created suns and moons and galaxies innumerable?
He who is well able but chose to send His son to be born in a stable for me…for me.

Oh that I might sing of your power. The magnificance of your hand that when it moves, mountains crumble and seas part.

How do I play a melody that will rightly celebrate your Kingship? A song that will speak of your glory and tell of your grace that draws me into kinship with you. Yes, a joint heir, set apart. You gave me a new name, a new heart.

If I could play the flute I’d play a tune that tries to describe how, just your nearness can calm the storm – how only the mention of your name brings peace.

No, there are no words, no notes, not an instrument good enough to encapsulate the mystery and the beauty and the wonder that is you.
I am that I am. The alpha. The omega. The most high God. Excellent in all your ways. The One who is ever true. 

No, I do not have the vocabulary, so instead I stand and I raise my hands and I cry out with the angels

Holy holy holy
Holy holy holy
Holy holy holy

LoveLee© 07/2015

Godsongs

He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. — Psalm 40:3
You were created to worship Him. Made to give Him praise. And how beautiful it is, when it gets hard to sing/play/write/dance/serve or however you define your worship, Father himself puts a new song in your mouth. The message translation calls it a God-song. A melody composed in heaven, that song papaGod was humming when He knit you together at your beginning. Your personal soundtrack.
Life happens, sometimes things fall apart and the darkness overwhelms but we have an escape. When we sing a song of worship, lift our voice in praise to the only One who is worthy, Light floods in. Filters through the darkness and changes circumstances. It changes mindsets. It changes you. When we worship, we invite the very presence of God into our situation. And like Paul and Silas we experience the liberation-deliverance-harmony that His holy presence brings. 
So regardless of your situation today, always have your ear inclined to His heart. Lean into the rhythm of grace. Tune your thoughts to heaven’s melody and tehillah yourself into victory.
LoveLee©