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A Story of Daily Suffering



I want to tell you a story of daily suffering.


The last few weeks, I have felt better than I have in the past six months. I’ve taken two trips out of state. I’ve had friends over and hosted them for dinner, and even been to a couple of birthday parties. So many fun events, and I love to be present for them. But then this weekend, it all caught up to me. I’ve been in pain, and I hopefully will find a solution this week to what’s truly going on. I have to tell you, it’s been scary. You never know how life will turn on you when the days get underway, but what I can say is Micah has limits ya’ll. 😫


There has been a thought that I’ve been pondering for the last few weeks:


When you have no reserve, it’s not healthy to serve.


Let’s say that again.


When you have no reserve, it’s not healthy to serve.


That is your sign. It’s now time to…

Stop.

Pause.

And recondition your mind, soul and spirit.


Why? So, you will have the reserve supply to serve your/our community all around us again and again.


Last Thursday night, I was able to have a booth at our local business expo. It’s a fun event to connect with local businesses and to network and meet many local faces.



Thankfully, they put me right beside my Coldwell Banker Now family. I was able to give over 50 books away to neighbors that I hope will be giving a little gift to a widow they know very soon. This is time well spent, but I have to be honest. The next day I was spent. 🙁


You don’t want to serve out of a routine.

You want to serve from a place of passion and personal victory. ❤️


I am passionate about widows. Meeting them. Sharing with them. Hearing their stories. I marvel at their honest loss experiences. It’s remarkable, and I get to be a part of this beautiful community I hope to build right here one day at a time.


I have big dreams for this community and how to take better care of our fellow widows and widowers with a deeply compassionate care plan. I’m writing the plan as the Father imparts it through my hand. He has been asking me to slow down and sit with Him, and Micah hasn’t been listening. I feel an entrustment that He has words for me to impart as I feel Him speak to my heart.


I want to change the narrative of what a grieving widow looks and sounds like. Widows can grieve—yes, sure they can—but with His grace and a smile on their face. 😀


Back to the expo…

When I woke up the next day to pain and even some swelling, it made me sad, scared and frustrated that this is my present care story. It’s frustrating to pour out and then find out the next day you did too much and pushed beyond your limits. I’m having to be so intentional in this season to find the right balance. I have found when times of serving start pushing you into an unhealthy place of “have to” versus “get to” status, we start to lose our passion, and then it’s time to have a heart-to-heart with our heart.


If you feel you are losing your passion, you have to get back to recalibrating by pausing, listening, and taking some time for repair, for spiritual maintenance takes daily care. It is in the stop, pause, and listen that we can step away from the doing and allow Jesus to speak and heal our weary hearts so we can go back on the attack until His Kingdom comes. I told a friend, I don’t want to fight to live. I want to live so I can fight for the things I believe needs someone to stand up for them.


So, in conclusion, take care of yourself. Check in daily to make sure you haven’t over poured your energy cup. Then, you will have the physical, mental and spiritual reserve supply to serve your community until it’s time to recalibrate once again. Amen and amen.


Until next time,

Keep gliding 🪁

Abiding 🙇🏼‍♀️

& Smiling 😁



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Definitely pause. Allow Jesus to refuel you. Deep breaths.

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