Water Your Worth

Living nomadically means living with very few things that you can call yours. I make the most out of every bit of everything and do my best in creating small sacred spaces to breathe, give thanks, pray, meditate and often cry.

There is so much that is to be shared and said, but for now it is about the one space that is His place – always has been, always will be and just keeps getting better.

Most often tears flow out of me because of the depth of willingness to connect, the awareness of how special it is to be made and loved and or my sensitivity with the wounds of this world.

Today, I felt God call me back to His place, this place… my heart. As I breathed deep and moved in to the depth and awareness of that space I love, I was fully prepared to see it as I have in the past – wounds, scars and baggage to let go of. What I saw was something greater than I have ever known.

Not to be arrogant or boasting but I have a big heart and my big heart has been a safe place for a lot of people and animals – natural in itself and because of it’s warmth it is also a reason for being targeted, used, manipulated into thinking I was a weakling. I could write a book in and of itself on a lot of wrongs I have seen and experienced but I always find a way to maintain that love – even if it is just a spec. Like a match lit in darkness a spec still has weight and in my times of traveling there has been and is a lot of loss, a lot of feeling of others and even still a lot of abuse.

So, I go in to my heart to meet with my Father and I’m prepared to see the bruises and scars with maybe a few things to let go of… what I actually see and find is something all together different that even as I write this I am trying to scan back in my heart’s history and see if I have ever seen it like this. It is radiant! Beautiful and shinning a iridescent glow of life, love and peace that I know is only because He sees me and has called me His. The tears that flowed out were of joy, appreciation, hope and expectation. None of what has been is anymore and none of it is in vain or for nothing, but for Him and everything!

Honestly, my life is nothing short of a miracle. The only way I make it through anything is because of Him. The only reason I do and give all that I do and am is because and for Him. He was my protector and love as a child and now even more so, especially because the darkness I have lived, seen or experienced. One time before I gave up everything, I felt I had wasted my life but God assured me that I was right on time and each day I feel that comfort as I am being made new over and over again in the ways He intended to be my truth.

I don’t know how else to explain it or why this deeply personal experience is needed to share but I know that I am because of Him. Thank you, Jesus for being with us and never giving up on me but continually seeing me as worthy. May we all know the real power that comes from His love – it is truly the only “thing” that saves. Until the time comes for our new life, I ask that my heart not only help His plans but love even greater those who wish to harm it. Wishing is for those who have nothing, praising and praying is for those who know.

When was the last time you checked in on your heart? What does it look like, feel like and represent to you? And, if you feel inclined may I add you to mine with a prayer?

Thank you for your time and sharing in my heart.