By Shasta Monet
This morning I woke up and right off the bat I felt the weight of everything on my chest.
But then I heard a quiet whisper..don’t look at the things that are dark. Look at the things that bring light..things that you love. For I AM in these things. All of them.
So here it goes..
I love my morning routine. Charlie goes back to sleep in my bed and I get up and have my coffee time. I love seeing her sleep so cozy in my bed. She looks peaceful, safe, warm. That makes my heart so happy.
I love new smelling candles. Looks beautiful in my new bird holder. I love that it makes my home smell yummy. Cozy
I love seeing my dried flowers every morning when I am making my coffee. Looks like normal dry flowers. But these represent something for me. They were the first flowers I bought in my new home. Reminds me of His promises and that they are beautiful and true.
I love that the morning sun comes right into my living room. I love that this morning its warm enough to open up my window and let fresh air in. I love hearing all the birds and animals making morning noise. Reminds me that today is a NEW day. The Word says His mercies are new everyday. Thank God
I LOVE my Bible. I honestly have no idea what I would do without the Word. It has become my breathe of fresh air so much. Those moments when I feel so lost..and happen to read a verse that fits exactly what I need. Ah so amazing. This Bible particularly means a lot to me. So thankful that I live in a country where I can have not just one Bible but how many I want. Lord help me to never forget how blessed I am to have the freedom of reading the Bible in my own home. And not just a page but the whole Bible.
I love my journal. More exact..I love a blank page and a new pen. Speaks promise to me. That things can be new. It reminds me that no matter what it looks like around me..or what I think is going to happen..things can always change. Lately I have been trying to remind myself that it just takes a day. Things can change in a matter of a day. So thankful that I can write. Writing is my release. So often my mind works so fast and holds so many thoughts..I get overwhelmed. If I didn’t have a journal to write in..I’m afraid my mind would be lost. I love that I love to write
I love coffee. I know it seems like a silly thing to love so much. But besides enjoying the taste of coffee. Coffee means a lot to me. I have so many good memories from it. Sounds silly to some I’m sure but I have experienced God’s love so many times just from a yummy cup of coffee. When I felt broken and alone..and randomly someone brings me a coffee. Or when I feel overwhelmed and stressed as a mommy..taking the first sip of a hot cup of coffee in my comfy chair..in the dark morning in my living room alone..is like a fresh breathe of air. I’m so thankful that I serve a God who loves outside of the norm. That He knows how much I love coffee and He uses that to speak to me. I don’t know about you..but that speaks personal and intimate to me. I love it
I love flowers. Even more so..I love buying flowers for myself. I love that I am confident enough to not be ashamed by spoiling myself. I don’t need a man to spoil me. One day I will enjoy it. But for now I am enjoying courting myself. Loving on myself. I learned that from my beautiful momma.
I love worship music. I love that I have the freedom to play music. To worship with it. So often I have no words to how I am feeling cause I feel so much. In those times music is the only thing that makes sense. I am so thankful for music. To have it speak for me when I feel like I can’t. To dance to it. To cry with it. To shout prayers a long side. Love it
Is. 64:8- But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.
Its interesting how I start listing things I love..and how easily it turned into thankfulness. Thankfulness is a weapon. A good weapon. It fights off depression, fear and worry. I think cause it reminds us what we have. Takes our focus off of what’s going on around us. Puts it back on God.
I am so thankful I am not alone. That I don’t serve a God that is a statue. A God who is only a story or legend. That my God is real and alive. He is moving. He isn’t a law but life. He knows me. He knows every detail of my life. He sees my heart. I love that He speaks to me in a way that I can understand. Rather that’s coffee or new pens. He loves me for me.
I can do today. I am just focusing on today. I am choosing joy for today. Not looking to tomorrow for tomorrow will take care of its self. I am looking at today. Believing for things today. New things to happen.
Today is a hard day for my family. May I be love when I don’t feel love. Love is love and its real.