No picture. No format. Just raw moments here…
The tension I feel in this space between: a. showing up and letting this be an avenue to drill into ideas and creativity and even order and rhythms and b. being a person of the wind, following the heartbeat of heaven as I do my best to keep my head on His chest…
shew…its tough.
I’m thankful for the handful of you who feel compelled to show up here and let me take these wobbly first steps into public whatever this is…it feels like a safe space and I am so grateful for that - because if you’re reading this…you are a portion of why this space feels so sacred, safe and supportive to me.
All of that to say…I haven’t left the treasure theme. Let’s be honest - this is a well we can drill down into our whole lives…so I haven’t left it…but I’m distracted.
I’m distracted by two things (that I know of 🙃)
I’ve gotten back on social media and my soul is feeling it. Not sure what to do about that…so I’m praying.
AND. I’m distracted by this hellacious plank in my eye. I’ve been trying to overcome (maybe that’s my issue - the “i” and the “trying”) but I’ve been bringing this plank in my eye that has me nitpicking every dang speck I see, in front of the Lord, and shew - OUCH. 🤕 it’s not a comin’ easy friends.
Grace & Peace be multiplied to us all! (Especially for the planks as they’re coming out!)
XOXO Rebecca 💕
This is so good and I can relate to everything you just articulated. Bless you