I’m nothing if not loyal. If you mess with my family or friends, you will feel my wrath long before I enter the room.
If what you do to them is unintentional, that’s one thing. But if you mess with them and you know better, especially if you profess to love Jesus, then you will REALLY wish you hadn’t. I have some friends who have been treated unethically, immorally, potentially illegally, and definitely unchristianly by people who love Jesus and do know better. My friends and their families have suffered greatly from these actions. I. Am. BEYOND. FURIOUS. Just ask those close to me. Unfortunately, the situation goes past my friends personally and into the organization they are all attached to. It has suffered from this and it will only get worse. I realize that asking for the heads of these people on platters is more than a little excessive. I admit that I am biased, and while I don’t have ALL of the facts, I do have a great many. Honestly, give me five minutes with all those involved and I can right all wrongs. It’s a good thing I am not God. One deep concern is what will happen to the organization in the long run. What if it doesn’t survive the damage? Would God allow these actions to cause its death? My thought is that quite possibly, yes He could. It saddens me to even write that. But I have to remember that God is more interested in the hearts of the people than the organization itself. Not only my friends’ hearts, or their families’, but the people who are causing the damage, too. God allows institutions, even countries and cultures, to be damaged or even destroyed by those who refuse to turn their hearts to Him, even if they are His own people. God is willing to let them fall away if it means getting closer to our hearts. Not only our hearts, but “theirs” as well. Because as much as I’d like to see these people as my friends’ enemies (and therefore my own), they aren’t. Our battles are not against other people, but against the actions of The Enemy using other people. I have to remember that my God is their God, too. While people must be held accountable and bear the consequences of their actions (myself included), God requires us to love, offer mercy, and extend grace and forgiveness, in the hopes of reconciliation with God’s people, and God Himself. I have to take my desire for justice out of my Momma Bear paws and put it in His hands and leave it there. My wisdom is foolishness compared to His. I have to be patient and loving, trust His way and timing, and know that no matter what happens with the organization, He will use it for good and His glory. Sometimes the Momma Bear has to growl and bear it. #bethelove --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading, sharing, and commenting. If you’d like to receive these posts and updates in your inbox, please head to the Contact Page to subscribe.
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A carpenter built a grand and glorious house. Every element, from concrete and shingles, fixture and faucet, tongue and groove, was specifically chosen and masterfully worked.
He invited people to live in it with him. Some welcomed the carpenter and enjoyed their lives together while others completely ignored his existence. In some ways, the people took care of the house. In many other ways they did not, nor did they take care of each other. Trouble continued to escalate until, finally, someone took a match to one of the curtains. It smoldered at first, but quickly the fire spread until the couch, rug, the whole room was engulfed in flames. The fire began to march through the house, room by room. The people avoided the burning rooms but still remained inside the house. They felt protected in the other rooms, convinced the fire would never reach them. Until it did. Some believed there was nothing beyond the house and awaited their fate. Others argued that there had to be more than one way out. How could a loving carpenter design only one way out of the house? Amidst the molten metal and cracking beams the carpenter shouted, “I built this house with my own hands. I know every nail, screw, and sanded place. I designed it so we could live together. I am here in the house with you. I always have been. But now it’s burning down and you will only get out if you come with me. I am the way. All you have to do is acknowledge you need me and ask me to help you. I don’t want anyone lost in the flames, but I can’t lead those who won’t follow.” ---------- Did you catch it, my favorite word? It’s WITH. As in, accompanied by. The carpenter has a name – Emmanuel, which means God WITH Us. Always together. Never alone. Not God Far Off and Directing. Not God Standing Over and Barking Orders. But God In the Midst of Hell WITH YOU. God Who Will Never Abandon You. God As Close As You Will Let Him Be. God wants to be WITH us. It’s what The Father planned in the Garden of Eden. It’s what the New Heaven and New Earth are all about. It’s Jesus, God with skin, God with us, the perfect example, The Way. It’s the Holy Spirit INSIDE us. You can’t get any more WITH than that. Those who want more than one way out are missing the point. It’s not about how to get out of the house, it’s about how to get with the carpenter. Why? Because he loves you. He loves us all. #heisnotwhatyouthink #thepowerofwith #bethelove ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading, sharing, and commenting. If you’d like to receive these posts and updates in your inbox, please head to the Contact Page to subscribe. He gently set the last eyelash in place, then declared the beautiful doll complete.
“Awake, my daughter,” he whispered, and he breathed on her. Her chest rose as she inhaled sharply. She exhaled slowly, her eyes opened and focused on her creator and she smiled. “Hello,” he said. “Welcome to your life.” Every ounce of her was tinged with joy when they were together. They were so in tune they could even think each other’s thoughts. She would ask and he would answer. He would guide, she would follow. She explored, he showed her newness every day. She kept choosing to stay with him. But she slowly began to lose interest and wandered away. She looked over her shoulder and could still see him, but distantly. She could still hear his muffled thoughts or could she? Perhaps they were her own. He shouted for her to come back, but she kept walking further and further away. She fell on the path and skinned her knee, and where he used to swoop her right up and heal her, he couldn’t reach her anymore. She had left him one tiny step at a time. Then one day she realized she was all alone. The loneliness had come on so insidiously she hadn’t perceived it. She hadn’t intended to turn her back on him, to run away. Could she go back? Surely he didn’t want her anymore or he would be here. But she couldn’t find him. All she had to do was ask, and he would be closer. For each step she could make back to him, he was able to get much closer. By this point she couldn’t remember if she had known him at all, or if she had simply heard others talk about him. But she knew one thing for sure. She didn’t want to be alone any longer. She looked at her smudged and torn dress and scuffed shoes. She tried to run her fingers through the knots in her hair. She made her hands into fists, knitted her brow, and took the tiniest of steps back toward him. He met her right there. Over time, the more steps she took to him, the more she remembered. And the more she learned of him, the more she experienced for herself. And she heard his voice and thoughts again, just like before. It was never perfect, but then again, it was never meant to be. But it could be as good as she made it. #bethelove #thepowerofwith ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading, sharing, and commenting. If you’d like to receive these posts and updates in your inbox, please head to the Contact Page to subscribe. Lord, I’ve been banging my head here for hours. I have nothing to say.
Talk about My love. My love for you. Ummm…can You be more specific? Talk about… How I’m always here for you even when you can’t hear me. Even when you can’t see or sense. Like right now. You may be blinded, unable to sense anything, but that doesn’t mean I’m not here. Bad things happen to you that if you could vote you’d have voted differently. You vote by the choices you make, but even if you choose perfectly, bad things do happen. Every person on the planet experiences this. Everyone has bad things. I’m with them in it all. And that’s the key word here: WITH. I’m not far away, yelling directions at you like a drill sergeant. I’m in the fray, the rat race, even the darkness, WITH you. You can’t perceive the air you breathe, the oxygen that fills your lungs, and it’s the same with Me. I’m as close as you want Me to be, as close as you will let Me be. I can fill your heart, mind, spirit. The oxygen of My Spirit flows and encompasses every cell you have. Tell them I love them. Tell them I’m not what they’ve been told. They believe lies about Me. I created everything good, and everything to be good. I gave My life to save them. My Spirit goes throughout the earth to encourage and communicate. Tell them I am Love. I am Truth. I am Comfort, Peace, Joy. I am the source of every good thing in their lives. I am the most solid and stable thing in the universe. If they would return to Me I would heal them. Tell them all of this. I’m going to lose at least part of my audience…and I know that sounds selfish and wimpy but I’m being honest and it’s what I’m thinking. They have the choice whether to listen or not. But you have to tell them in order for them to make the choice. Free will is the riskiest decision I made when I created mankind. But it’s not love if it’s not a choice. I want their love. But they have to choose Me. I’ve made it as obvious as possible. I made Nature beautiful and balanced. All of Nature reveals Me. I made salvation as easy as possible: Repent, be baptized, confess with your mouths Jesus is Lord and believe in your hearts I raised Him from the dead and you’ll be saved. That’s it. Open the door and I’ll come in. Life won’t be easier. It may even get harder, but it will be worth it. They need to know. They need to hear it from you. Because you know, better than many, how deep and wide and long and high My love is. Some will listen to you because you have demonstrated it. Some will not listen no matter what you do. But tell them anyway. It looks like You just did. #bethelove #heisnotwhatyouthink #Godlovesyou ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading, sharing, and commenting. If you’d like to receive these posts and updates in your inbox, please head to the Contact Page to subscribe. I’m not sure why. I guess I wasn’t exposed to it as a child, or didn’t grow up in a guacamole-friendly family. Maybe someone told me it was yucky and since it looked kinda weird I believed them?
I mean, it was green. I wasn’t a fan of green food. Except Jello, and I don’t consider that a food. And sometimes guac has little red things in it, like, what is that? But then one day my brother-in-law made some guacamole from scratch. That means from an avocado. Did you know scratch was avocado? I thought scratch came in a little box from the grocery store. Since he made it AND I saw all of the ingredients going in AND they didn’t look too terrible (except the scratch was kind of iffy) AND since he was a lot bigger than me, I managed to get a chip’s worth of it in my mouth without grimacing or holding my nose. My tastebuds grew three sizes that day. Garlic and lime were rocking out to the rolling creaminess. Diced tomatoes (AKA the little red things) sang backup. I had a fever and the only prescription was more corn chips. Faster than you could clang a cowbell, I became a guacamole aficionado. Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch, but I am definitely a fan. I just had to get over MY preconceptions and ITS appearance and TRY it. As a child, I did NOT like lettuce, broccoli, or celery. And no matter how strong it was supposed to make you, I was certain only Popeye ever liked spinach. As an adult, I grew to like most of those foods. EXCEPT celery. I will never be a fan of the dirty water taste and stringy crunch. I wondered, was it right to judge a food based on the fact that it was the same color as other foods? Poor guacamole. I have done you wrong. But it was also mushy, lumpy, and cold. At least mushy and lumpy mashed potatoes are warm. Then I realized I was allowing the food’s appearance keep me from trying it. What other foods have I missed out on because they looked different than what I was used to? What EXPERIENCES have I missed out on for those same reasons? How many PEOPLE I have missed out on… I realized it was simply fear, mostly fear of the unknown. Fear of guacamole was only one of its manifestations. I have this fantastic book, filled with every day wisdom, called the Bible, and NOWHERE does it say “Be AFRAID.” In fact, 365 times it says DO NOT be afraid. It says be strong and courageous. Trust. Have faith. Go forward. Taste and see that the guac is good (1 Food Chronicles 11:1, The Debbie Translation). Fear is not a reason to not do something. It’s not even a reason, it’s a feeling. Don’t let a fleeting, fickle feeling tell you what to do. Or what to eat. Or who to get to know. I learned to reserve judgment until I investigate. To really see what goes into them. To decide if I can trust the one feeding me the information. And go from there. Ya know, all of this is making me hungry. If you need me, I’ll be at the nearest Mexican restaurant. Hmmm…I used to be afraid of cheesecake too… #bethelove #tryityoumightlikeit #fearisabigfatguacamolehatingliar ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading, sharing, and commenting. If you’d like to receive these posts and updates in your inbox, please head to the Contact Page to subscribe. Pretty much without exception, if I know you, I am or have been jealous of you in some way, for some reason.
If you have a college degree higher than an Associates, I’m jealous of that. If you’re over 5 feet tall, I’m jealous of that. If your skin tans and doesn’t burn. If you can wear earrings. If you can focus your attention for any extended period of time. If you can wear more than one hairstyle. If you can figure out technology. If you can tell a story. If you can write fairly quickly. If you can be asked an impromptu question without your brain completely shutting down. I won’t go on, but I could. It’s important to note that I’m talking about jealousy, not envy. My desire to have what you have is jealousy. My desire that if I can’t have it, you can’t have it either, is envy. Jealousy starts the moment I turn my focus from me to you and decide that what I have is less in some way. It begins with comparison, and as Theodore Roosevelt said, “Comparison is the thief of joy.” The good news is that we don’t have to be the losers in our own lives. We can fight against jealousy. Two mindsets help me. I say help because I will probably always struggle. The first is to be content and grateful for what we have. If we must compare, do it with broader perspective. Let it not be with the many who have more, but with the multitudes who have less. There is the saying “If you have food in your fridge, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of the world.” Focusing on that one sentence alone wipes out the vast majority of my “issues” AND helps me be grateful for the wealth I do have. “Acknowledging the good that you already have in your life is the foundation for all abundance.” --Eckhart Tolle The second part is to focus forward. Everyone has a purpose, and our purposes are not in competition with each other. Jesus didn’t give the Great Competition. He gave the Great Co-Mission. There is room for everyone on the road, and we can help each other as we all move forward. When I look around at everyone else I lose focus on my own purpose. When I focus forward, I see my own path more clearly. If we focus on our own paths, and are grateful and content, we can see ourselves and others without the green lens on their supposedly greener grass, and we can love ourselves and them better. I don’t have to be jealous of you. That doesn’t mean I won’t be, but I can do something about it. #bethelove #ditchjealousy For an excellent and extraordinary four part podcast on envy, CLICK HERE ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading, sharing, and commenting. If you’d like to receive these posts and updates in your inbox, please head to the Contact Page to subscribe. Several tornadoes ripped through Lake of the Ozarks last Saturday, Memorial Day weekend. There was one reported injury.
Rachel and Robert Jenkins had gone to Laurie, Missouri, to visit friends Clint and Kim Gawart and enjoy a weekend on the lake. They tracked the storm system even as the skies darkened, and grew more concerned as they were unexpectedly delayed returning to the dock. After they docked the boat in the blinding rain, Kim and the boys went to the house, Clint finished up, Rachel gathered a few last things, and Rob tried to grab a deck chair that had blown across the yard. Rob never made it. From the deck of the Gawart’s house, Rob’s 15 year old son, Ethan, and 13 year old son, Benjamin, could see the trees bending. A limb broke off and crashed down five feet from Rob. He knew he was in trouble. Scared, the boys watched as another tree broke completely in half and they yelled for their father to stop. Struggling to climb the hill in flip flops, the rain beating him up, he didn’t hear them. Suddenly, Rob felt something shove him face down onto his right side, facing up the steep hill. He saw trees smash onto a nearby dock. He looked around to grab his flip flops but was facing the wrong direction. He then felt a thud on his right leg. He started to drag himself to his feet, leaving his flip flops pinned underneath a tree. He couldn’t seem to bear any weight on his right leg. He looked down and saw a nasty, baseball-sized gaping wound on his right shin, with blood streaming down his leg. Rachel dropped everything she was holding and sprinted from the dock to Rob. Before she got there he yelled to her to call 911. She ran to the house and yelled to Ethan to call 911. Ethan and Kim ducked inside and began dialing. Rachel jumped over the railing and ran up to the next door neighbors’, but got no answer. She hustled back down to Rob, then realized she couldn’t get him over the railing. Breaking spindles in two with her bare hands, a rain-drenched Rachel finally reached Rob. Bracing him on her small frame, she continued yelling for help as they struggled to reach the top of the stairs. The next door neighbors had been hiding in an inside room. Their grown son had come out to get an old mattress to shield them when he heard Rachel yelling. They got Rob into their own house, soaking wet and bleeding. They made a makeshift tourniquet with a belt and sweatshirt. Ever level-headed, Rob said, “Honey, if I have internal bleeding, I’m not going to make it.” Rob noticed his toes were turning blue. The pain from the tourniquet was excruciating. Kim was frantically going door to door, trying to find chainsaws and trucks to remove the downed trees so the ambulance could get through. Unknown people began showing up at the neighbors’ house to help. One was a hospital volunteer. He replaced the makeshift tourniquet with a gauze one, and after a while said he thought the bleeding had stopped, so they loosened the tourniquet. “My pain level went from a 10 to a 4 at that point,” Rob remembers. It took more than thirty minutes for the ambulance to get to Rob, and it was another half an hour to the hospital. The ER doctor asked Rob what happened. “A tree pushed me up the hill before another tree hit my leg,” he replied. The doctor looked confused and said, “You don’t have any abrasions or bruises on your shoulder, and your shirt is clean.” Whatever knocked Rob out of the way, it WASN’T a tree. Surgery took ninety minutes. Torn muscle and the severed tendons to his toes were repaired. Despite embedded tree bark, the wound wasn’t terribly dirty. The only fracture Rob had was to his fibula, and it was a clean break. They didn’t even need to cast it. He will need some therapy but should make a full recovery. Some of you might wonder, where God was in all of this? God’s fingerprints are everywhere. God was there protecting Clint at the dock, who didn’t even know anything was happening. God was there when a tree limb fell within a few feet of Rob but didn’t hurt him. He was there pushing Rob up the hill instead of down, preventing him from reaching for his flip flops. Had he reached them his head would have been crushed by the tree. He was with petite Rachel, helping and protecting her as she got help, busted through wooden rail, and got her husband up the stairs. He was with the next door neighbors, who were home at the time and whose son heard her cries for help. He was with the hospital volunteer who helped save Rob’s leg, and life. He was with Kim and Ethan as they called 911. He was with Kim as she thought to get help to remove trees. He was with every volunteer who got the debris removed, in the rain, for a guy they didn’t even know. He was there when the main power line to the area was knocked out, making any local downed power lines a non-issue. He was with the ambulance and hospital crews. He was with the easily-repaired tendons. He was in the perfect placement of the clean fracture of the fibula, the non-balancing bone. He was in the fact that the break was the fibula and not the tibia, which could have ruptured an artery. With a clean fibula fracture there was no need to set it, so no need for a cast. A cast would have made wound care impossible. God is there in the hearts of all the people who have committed to bringing meals to the family for several weeks, and who continue to pray. God was there over the previous several weeks when Rob has prayed to be a servant who brings God glory. God is with Rob’s sister-in-law, yours truly, who has the privilege of bringing you this story. And He is with you now, as you read this. #heisnotwhatyouthink #amazinggrace To see the damage created by this storm system, click here. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading, sharing, and commenting. If you’d like to receive these posts and updates in your inbox, please head to the Contact page to subscribe. Once, on a lovely open plain, there was an ash tree and another tree. They started out next to each other, but as they grew their branches and leaves reached to each other and intertwined. The rains trickled down to the trunks and then to their roots, which were also entwined. The trees would bend in the northwest winds, the branches of each holding the other up. Together they held and protected birds and other creatures that nested in and around them. To look at them you wouldn’t know where one tree ended and the other began.
One day a lumberjack came. He noticed the ash tree would be good for carving, but the other would not. It took him quite a while to decide how best to cut the ash tree and still leave the other, but he finally succeeded. Along with the trunk he took as many of the ash’s branches as he could, but cut off the entwined ones, leaving them for the other tree to drop and the wind to take away. The other tree grieved the loss of her friend. Where the ash had once stood, protecting and holding her, she was now exposed and weak. She closed her own branches tightly around the ash’s branches. In defiance of the winds and rains she held on to what was left of her friend, but eventually the ash’s branches grew brittle, and their rattling in the wind only served to remind her of her loss. Finally, one by one, her tears mixing with wind and rain, she let the ash’s dead branches fall. But though she couldn’t see it, a wonderful thing was happening. As she let go of the dead branches, her own branches were growing stronger in the wind and rain. Her weaker side was filling out. She had been so focused on the ash’s branches, thinking they would keep her strong. What she didn’t realize is there was still life for her from the ash’s roots. Air and nutrients flowed into her own roots, allowing them to flourish. By letting the dead branches go, she was able to grow in new directions, nourished by the memories of her friend. Loss is inevitable and painful but the joy of the having is worth it, along with the memory it leaves behind. #bethelove #growththroughgrief ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading, sharing, and commenting. If you’d like to receive these posts and updates in your inbox, please subscribe. Emma & Ellie were nestled in the coffee house booth when Emma’s friend, Kat, walked in. “Hey, what are you up to?” Emma asked. “Just grabbing a latte after the protest,” Kat replied. Ellie furrowed her eyebrows a bit and said, “The political protest on the square?” “Yep,” Kat answered. “We’ve got to care for and support this part of society.” “Helping people is the way to go,” Emma said, then noticed something on Kat’s arm. “New tat?” Kat smiled and showed off the skull with a knife through the eye socket on her lower arm. “It is! What do you think? I like it but my parents say it’s a little gruesome.” Ellie raised one eyebrow, silently agreeing with Kat’s parents. Emma chuckled and shook her head. “It’s definitely you, and you know I love you.” Kat chuckled and leaned over to Ellie. “I’m trying to talk her into getting one, something harmless like a bunny.” She winked at Emma and checked the time on her phone. “Okay, gotta run. I’ll see you next week. Love you, too, and it was good to meet you, Ellie.” “Same here,” Ellie replied, trying to not sound sarcastic. Kat walked to the counter to order. Ellie leaned forward in the booth. “Who was that?” “She’s my old roommate’s sister,” Emma replied. “We always got along better than the roommate and I did. She’s fun and interesting.” Ellie shook her head. “But you guys are complete opposites from each other in politics, lifestyle, and religion.” “Yeah, but those are details.” Ellie sat back in her seat. “Pretty big details. Do you just avoid talking about those subjects?” “No, we talk about them, but Kat isn’t just her politics or spiritual views. She is my friend and I love her for ALL the things she is. To focus on the one or two I’m not as comfortable with denies me the privilege of knowing her as a whole person.” Ellie’s eyes widened. “Doesn’t it infuriate you when she gets heated up about her politics?” “I don’t focus on how her politics differ from mine. If I did, I probably would get mad, but it wouldn’t be worth it to lose an awesome friend. We go deeper than the details. Yes, she is passionate about her politics, but that’s head stuff. I focus on her heart, no matter what direction her passion takes.” “What do you have in common if not the details?" “We didn’t think we had much in common at first, but the more we got to know each other, the more we realized we share hopes, dreams, fears, wounds. It turns out we have a lot more in common than not. That is what bonds us.” Ellie pondered this. “I guess, with you and me, we share many of the same details but also quite a few of the deeper things as well.” Emma smiled. “Absolutely. And I love you both.” #bethelove #deeperthanthedetails --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading, sharing, and commenting. If you’d like to receive these posts and updates in your inbox, please subscribe. He could feel them following him.
He stopped walking and bent over to tie his sandal. Out of the corner of his eye he saw them pause, whistling and looking around at the sky. He chuckled softly to himself. They’d never be good private investigators. He walked on, stopping to take in the view, check the position of the sun, clearly enjoying playing with them. Finally he decided to put them out of their misery. He turned directly to face them. Cocking his head to the side and smiling, he asked, “What do you want?” The two were gobsmacked. One’s face grew red and the other stammered a bit before spitting out, “Teacher, where are you staying?” The red-faced one smacked his companion’s arm. “Where are you staying? Seriously? THAT’S what you open with?” “Well, YOU weren’t saying anything. You left me there to…” “Fellas,” the teacher interrupted, laughing. “Come and see.” Honestly, if I were following someone and they caught me, I can’t say I’d have come up with any better response than they did. When I’m in awe of or intimidated by someone and get to speak to them face to face, I can barely remember my own name. And it’s really nice when that someone is gracious and kind to me, as Jesus was with these two. Even if they are the most gracious and most kind of all someones, I can’t imagine they would EVER up and invite me to come along. Can you think of anything more unwise, or unsafe, than telling someone you don’t know AT ALL, who is really kind of stalking you, who could potentially be a crazed axe-wielding groupie, to COME WITH YOU AND SEE WHERE YOU ARE STAYING? Wiser and safer responses could include, “Nope, that’s top secret info,” and “I’ll have my people email your people.” Another option would be to give them an address, part ways, then follow them for a while to see if one of them had an axe in his robe. But Jesus? He invited them to come with him directly to where he was staying. Jesus is fearless. He laughs in the face of danger. He is love in action. He knows that if he is going to be God With Us, then arm’s length isn’t going to cut it. He’s about people. He’s about connection. He’s about turning hearts back to the Father. He came to gather up everyone he can, lead them to his Dad, and rejoice as they are adopted as his brothers and sisters. “Come and see,” he says. And the guys do. They spend the rest of the day with him. One of those two was Andrew. Do you know what Andrew did first thing after leaving Jesus? He went and found his brother, Simon Peter, and brought him to God With Us. Except this time, instead of hanging back, Andrew ran back. I’ll bet Peter’s arm was sore from being dragged. Meeting Jesus can make you want to run back, too. Not sure? Come and see. #bethelove #heisnotwhatyouthink #loveinaction #stalkersurprise ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading, sharing, and commenting. If you’d like to receive these posts and updates in your inbox, please subscribe. |
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