Measuring Up

Our society measures everything.

I’m too big. I’m too small. It’s not enough or it’s too much. It needs more….It needs less….

We are constantly bombarded with the perfect standard as a reference point that is deceitful in that it is absolutely unattainable by any person on earth. We become so busy striving to become that perfect measurement that we lose the ability to see the beauty in its present state. Flaws and all.

I recently lost a friend to cancer. In terms of measurement, she is a 5’2, red-haired woman who occasionally was an outspoken ball of fire. She impacted my spiritual life in many ways and was a supporter and an encourager of all things for the good of others. As I reflect back on our times together, the thing I remember the most was that she never pretended to be something that she was not. She sent me a message through her life that we are always good enough for God. No need to clean ourselves up first. God’s kingdom opens the doors for those with dirty hands and unclean shoes.

I am thankful that she showed me this measurement. We always measure up with God. He accepts us in any condition.

Heavenly Father, we call on you today for your guidance and wisdom. Help us to see that our measurements are good enough for you. As we face unforeseen challenges and destruction in our world, give us guidance and peace to stay strong in faith. Keep our hearts pure. Walk with us and carry our hearts when we are weak. In the name of the Cosmic Christ who never forgets us, Amen.

The Heart of God

God is continuously dusting our souls with His love. If I can paint a word picture of this act, it would resemble something like this…

God’s love, like millions of tiny raindrops

descending from a bright blue sky

like sprinkles on a cupcake, a candy-filled piƱata

raindrops forming a wishing pool in my heart.

I begin this Blog-journey today, hoping for something, yet I don’t have the clear vision of what I hope to accomplish. Maybe it’s not an accomplishment that I want to achieve, but simply a moment to share my soul. I’m not a writer. I wish that I was the next Harper Lee with an overflow of magnificent words and literary vision. I am simply an ordinary woman, living in an ordinary town, who loves God. I pray for all of you and pray that you enjoy this adventure we call life.