This week was pretty busy. Got some things done. Found a job that really is not my dream job or anything to rely on to restore me back to my superstar status, but it is a job and I will continue to be on the continuous search for "thee move" that will bring an end to my current homeless situation. Today, Sunday became real. This reality of the being that they call Sunday is one that I've not experienced in a really long time. Here is my list of events that have already happened and it's only 2:14pm.
1. I woke up, did my cleansing ritual. ( I promise the details will not be discussed but I'm sure that you get the picture.)
2. I get back to my bed and notice that I'm tired so I get partially dressed for church, and lay back down.
3. Slept like a lazy kitty. Snored.
4. Woke up and Figured out where to go to church.
5. Dressed and went.
6. Heard a good message about life.
7. Dismissed and walked to Publix.
8. Grabbed some frozen P.F Chang's.
9. Walked back to the shelter. Cooked and ate.
10. Now I'm too full to sleep.
This is the life. This is not the life. I am grateful that my situation is no worse than it was before. It's nice to have stillness and peace. Then there is this tugging at my heart 💓. I miss my ducky, my treasure, my jewel, yani 💜my d and my cuppy cake and Tim. This Sunday is not perfect without them and I hope that they are a blessing to who has them.
Today's realness was birthed during those quiet moments where one can reflect. Some would call it a spiritual check up.
Today's message spoke on how sometimes the things that we do for form and fashion may not be enough. Like sweeping around the rug and not tacking what's under the rug.
The worst message to teach is " if you get it right the first time, you don't have to do it again".
There is no perfect being on this plant. Sometimes we have to keep trying until you get it right. What ever right looks like.
Monday means that we are all back in the saddle. I have a life to build. Prayerfully God May bless the work of our hands.
Here's to a rainy Sunday afternoon!
Sincerely,
Limmie
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