Tag Archives: Community

A Soft Place to Land {Five Minute Friday}

I wish for a soft place to land
A home in which embrace is common
And despair is driven to the ground
With the stake of hope

I wish for open arms welcoming
The whole of this human essence
Whimsical, musical, ardent, passionate
And sometimes afraid.

Photo by Jennifer Upton
Photo by Jennifer Upton

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No, I’m Not Okay {Real Talk Tuesday}

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I’m not the first, nor will I be the last.  Suspend all judgment for a brief reading moment.  When was the last time you had a real, knock-down-drag-outfight with God?  Real talk, now.  Don’t lie.  OR… maybe you’ve never had one of those.

When did you rail at the Sky, question, doubt, ponder, or even falter?  Be truthful now.  You’re only lying to yourself if you’re trying to cover up your “perfect view” of your faith walk.  Can  I just tell you something in this right-now moment?  It’s okay.  Later or soon, rather have it sooner than later, you will come to the crossroads of the breaking point.

You are not alone.

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Following You

no man an island marvia davidsonI’ve taken on another ecourse. Seriously, I may need an intervention, but I digress. I love learning. I love growing. I love deepening my thoughts and ideas about various curiosities. However, I can’t do that in a bubble. There is precious value found in living in community. It heightens, sharpens, and enhances much of what we do as individuals.

Living purposely in community is life affirming. Sure there are bumps, bruises, and soul contusions, but if we are honest about wanting to fully be all we’re made to be, then I think it (authenticity) really blossoms in community.

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Breathing in, Breathing Out

Photo by Jennifer Upton
Photo by Jennifer Upton

Do you feel that breeze?
A quiet hush of the holy warms upon my cheeks
Embracing the soul in welcoming comfort
Feel that?
The sense of all-consuming peace, swaying
Rests heavy on my brow.
I’m breathing in
Breathing out.
Serenity

Do you see it?
There is a brightness
Penetrating woeful darkness
Pointing me again to truth
A vibrant sword of yellow-white flickering
With specks of glory dust
See it?
The sense of calm
Rests softly on my bosom.
I’m breathing in
Breathing out
Distillation

Do you hear that song?
A sacred melody soaring higher
Pulls this heart to the center of wholeness
Hear it?
The sense of softly falling rain
Gently washing away the chaos stain
Rests lightly on my soul
I’m breathing in
Breathing out
Destiny
cloud light marvia davidson
Do you smell this perfumed renewal?
An incense of feeble prayers mixed with the
Rain-washed sorrows of rose
And the memory of myrrh
Smell it?
The sense of love no longer entombed
But now a fragrant freedom offering
I’m breathing in
Breathing out
Restoration

Do you taste joyful bloom of spring?
A velvet honey-sweet of brokenness
Shooting up from the solemn ground
Taste it?
The sense of hope a nimble lavender sugar enveloping
Every fiber of my being
I’m breathing in
Breathing out
Belonging
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Zumba, Community, and Advent

People Hands by Jennifer Upton
People Hands by Jennifer Upton

I’ve never been one for large crowds or storms of people.  To be honest I prefer solitude, aloneness, and simply being still.  While solitary adventures can be healthy, there comes a point where we realize we need connection beyond our own personal company.

We were made to belong – not just to ourselves, but also to our fellow humanity. We were made for community and connection.  It provides space for us to walk into the story of other souls.  It provides opportunity to ear without judgment and to offer a shoulder.  It gives us a chance to see beyond our own lives.  Community matters. Continue reading Zumba, Community, and Advent