Gratitude Snowball

Let me sit with You and talk.  This space is safe. It is calm. It is quiet. It is clean. It is simple and is filled with tools and reminders of past insights. It’s well lit. Bright where it feels like it needs to be bright and warm where it needs to be warm. The temp is warm and cozy and cool enough to enjoy a fire. It’s comfortable like being surrounded by a soft memory foam bean bag chair and there’s an active energy about the space that encourages the endorphins to flow. The smell has a sense of “home” about it but not any home I’ve ever lived in… just the right scent.  It’s a place where I never question fitting in… I know I belong as soon as I enter. I know I’m welcome.  It’s a place where I have the opportunity for us to talk like old friends… but not “old friends” like “infrequent”. “Friends” like, “You are my go to… Like I know that You ‘just get me.’ I know that whatever I’ve got going on… and no matter how many words I use to attempt to describe it, You are goin...

          On day two I was noticing time and again just how often I would have been reaching for my phone… 10 seconds here… 10 minutes there… Basically, if my attention wasn’t being asked of me, my hands, eyes, and thoughts were going towards my phone. This behavior was highlighted by the fact that I was fasting. “Funny” how eating can be a distraction from the amount of time I’m aware that I’m on my phone and being on the phone can be a distraction to the nutritional value of what I’m putting into my body. The two things work together to keep me out of God’s word and into my will… my sickness.      The question that He shed light on… just at the time I was ready to be present with the question… was “How often do I notice that I reach for the device?” And the response that presented itself in all it’s fasting clarity was what is described in Deuteronomy 6… except not about God… yikes!        “Hear, O Israel: The LORD ...