It’s arrived an amazingly spiritual day that is filled with joy and love for your fellow man…
It’s arrived an amazingly spiritual day that is filled with joy and love for your fellow man. Each year on Christmas I make sure that I thank God for his blessings past, present and future. Are you ready as I am to start this new journey, a new year, a new chapter? I am preparing each day because I know that the clarity won’t come over night.
Faithfully pushing towards what God has for me. I believe that it shall manifest itself in my life. Today gives me the understanding of what it truly means to be grateful. For I am not obsessed with the gifts I received or upset but instead thankful that someone thought of me. This time of year should inspire you to not just text and connect with friends and family this day but throughout the year.
Peace and love,
The calming atmosphere meeting the lush expression of God’s beauty…
One of the best places to have brunch and enjoy the views that Laguna Beach offers is Las Brisas! The calming atmosphere meeting the lush expression of God’s beauty outside provides an unparalleled experience. Everyday I’m inspired to work a little bit harder each day just so that this is my norm. It can be yours too with research, hard work and a little patience. Oh and of course some good food.
Waves. Flowing in and out…
Waves. Flowing in and out as the rip tides appear in the distance I think of life here. How amazing it would be to allow my stress and worries dissipate with the sound of the ocean crashing against the coast. Praying for an opportunity to make my life more meaningful than just a steady job and comfortable quality.
What about my dreams? What about living? I am alive but am I living if I’m not doing everything possible to reach my dreams? I know I have great things coming in my life but it’s important to recognize the work that must be done for these ocean views. For this beach life I must be my own brand, my own business, my own dream. I’m ready to do what I need to do to bring my dreams to reality. I’m divinely blessed but now it is time to bless divinely.
Among the roses lie the dying flowers, broken into pieces, searching for life. The life has left them and all that is left are the wilted petals. So many layers to this flower but we only choose to see it as dying, we do not wish to pick this flower because it’s not “beautiful”. The flower cries out to be picked, cries out to be pretty too. Cry out flower, someone will hear you someone will replenish your roots with water. Someone will save you, if you are worth saving. Someone will heal you if you produce the scent that they want. Someone will pick you but should you be picked? Cry out until your tears make you grow again. Cry out until you bloom.