GŪD Yoga

Since yoga is a practice and I haven’t been currently practicing, I can’t do this anymore. 😒

But I haven’t been doing nothing! 🙃

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I have been thinking this all day long but I just didn’t want to be shouting into the void and adding to the plethora of noise on this day. But Aarti Sequeira] heard the cry of my heart. Because her heart was crying the same mournful tune. 💔Posted • Aarti Sequeira] Like so many of you, I hugged my girls a little more tightly this morning.

I’ve watched as so many have balked and raged against any response akin to “I’m praying”… and I get it. I know it sounds hollow and trite. And I know that some people say it and don’t mean it. But, for those of us in relationship with God, the creator of all things and author of every story, who else would we turn to for comfort, wisdom and strength in the face of unspeakable tragedy? That said, this morning, as I read story after story, I shook my head, tears streaming down my face: “Why, God? Why would You let that happen?”.

I’m guessing many of us are doing the same thing.

I don’t know what the answers are. I don’t pretend to know. And I’m not inviting them in the comment section. Because I don’t think that’s a good place to start. I know we all want this to end immediately, and so we jump for what we perceive to be the most obvious answer instead of first… stopping. Grieving. Mourning. Holding each other, no matter what we think the answer is or what the other person does. Perhaps before we start dividing ourselves even further, maybe we can hold hands for just one day… in prayer and in unity, that together we *will* figure this out because we can’t do it if we’re at odds with each other. This isn’t a call to do nothing. But it is a call to look each other in the eye, drop the fingers wagging at each other, and instead join hands.

Hey fam.
This is not me.
It’s my face. And it’s my name.
But it’s not my account.
It’s some lame loser trying to be unscrupulous.
So let’s not give it much attention. I have reported it, so kindly just delete any message from the account pictured and keep on with your superdope life.
Thanks!
-The REAL jenniferhardinghill

I bought an orange at Walgreens on vacation and brought it back in my carryon. I reached in my bag when I got home and felt a gnarly squish as I brought it out. So gross. My knee jerk reaction was to make a rude noise, trash it, and wash my hands. But I really wanted an orange. So I rinsed it and discovered the great squish was one small spot. So I cut out around the spot because, gross, still. And then I enjoyed a most delicious orange.

For the last 3 days I have had an angsty feeling. No real tangible current reason. Just a feeling. This morning I woke up in the dark and angst had turned to dread. Things are good. Why the dread? In a word, chemical. That’s the likely culprit but we know that dread can only come from one being. And it doesn’t need to be rational.

One fractured relationship-not new but deeply cut, body issues, and a lifetime of clutter-real and otherwise started the spin cycle.

I know what to do.

Chances are good you do too. But where to even begin when it feels like things are such a mess?

“Follow God’s example, therefore, as dearly loved children”
‭‭Ephesians‬ ‭5:1‬ ‭NIV‬‬
https://ephesians.bible/ephesians-5-1

I put on some go to war music and did 5 sun sals and 10 push-ups. (The push-ups were hell.)

Cut out the bad spot, or even just part of it. If taking away the bad isn’t your groove then cut off a sliver of the good and savor it.

That’s it.

Start.

1 half of 1 sun sal.

1 push-up on your knees. (It’s not a bad place to be if we’re being honest.)

Do something.

Anything.

And then do it again.

War music link in bio, linktre .

https://open.spotify.com/track/5YHBpuXGcSWWWWdjOQCQxl?si=LvBUBVeFRbKuwCN6VulBIg&dl_branch=1

Paul said something like,

I had a plan, but God had a better plan.

And what a great thing right?!

I made this cake (swipe right) over the weekend but the client couldn’t pick up. And so it sat. Safely in the freezer but without purpose.

Today I got a message asking for any sort of cake...for TODAY. You guys, that’s a hard no, all the time.

But God...

He provided the masterpiece before you. And He will continue as long as I let Him in.
..and He will do it for you, too.

This is such a great visual for me. My idea vs His.

No contest if you ask me. what do you say?

I’ve been skipping a vital part of my relationship with Jesus. Have you?

Corporate worship can look all kinds of ways. If you don’t feel comfortable sitting close with your community of believers or can’t, see what you can come up with to be connected to them. It can be people that belong to your Jesus organization but it doesn’t have to be. Something like turning on your local Jesus radio or TV programming will instantly connect you with many like minded people. A lot of churches have podcasts and video worship.
Worship may seem optional in this current world climate but it’s not to Jesus. He doesn’t call us to worship for His good. It’s for ours. Lift your voice in thanks and praise, no matter the circumstances and you will soon find yourself as close as you are on Easter and Christmas at your fav house of worship.

Still stumped? Go to www.christ4u.net and you can find places to plug in. Local radio stations

It truly makes no difference which Jesus followers you worship with. It just matters THAT you worship Him.

It’s amazing how much joy this beautiful meal brings me every Tuesday.

Can we talk for a second about employers that are going the extra mile?

I have taught one or two yoga classes a week since around 2011. As soon as the Fitness Center closed and they had to lay us all off they sent a message to let us know they were gifting us with a meal every week during this madness. Enough for 4 but it feeds my 5, a beautiful salad that has given me life every Tuesday and cookies.
All I have to do is ask for it, pull my car up and open the trunk. A smiling partner puts it in the trunk and we holler a goodbye, thank you, you’re welcome, have a great day, etc.

Humans are good.

That is all.

Now show me yours and tag