Freedom

A new day, in a new life. Breaking free of self-imposed chains; external forces that cuffed me somewhere along the way; seeing a new way forward inspired by seemingly impossible obstacles to overcome; Easter. The day we observe The resurrection of Jesus Christ.

This isn’t a post about religion. It’s an acknowledgement that we experience many endings in our lifetimes. And through those endings, emerge new beginnings.

Today, I celebrate my own release. Release from negative live-feed internal nonsense, and build healthy boundaries around those who seek to tear down my efforts.

🥂, may you all find beauty, courage, and strength around your soul. 💞

Many blessings 🙏🏼, Sandi

Faithful Forty: Day 40

Faithful Forty: Day 40 (Azra)

Ok folks, my mom nearly twisted my arm to write this thing called, blog post.

She said people might listen to reason coming from me, because I’m adorable. So, here goes:

I understand Jesus Christ fasted, I guess, didn’t eat much – which I find hard to imagine, for 40 days and forty nights . The way Jesus talks about it to me, is, sometimes, you need to empty in order to fill up again with better things. Like, when my food bowl is empty. I’m flying by the seat of my pants here…

I guess, you can also hear better with all the silence… Heaven to my sensitive ears. I imagine walking alongside with Jesus keeping Him company… I would have scared that awful snake that tried to tempt Him. I look small, but my bark is big.

When I observe humans around me, I think it’s possible to mentally, spiritually, and emotionally fast. But humans don’t understand this simple concept: listen more, talk less; love unconditionally because this is true love; help others, because trust me, you’d want them to help you; listen to silence, it’s your best council. Simple.

I think I like writing blog posts… I’m asking my mom to let me write another post soon. So humans, are you listening?

Many blessings 🙏🏼, Azra

faithful forty: day 19

Spring flowers March, 19, 2021

Lent (which is my entire – well mostly – reason for writing Faithful Forty posts) is a time to figure out what you’d like to give up. It’s also a time when we are reminded and most significantly, that Jesus fasted for 40 days and 40 nights prior to his ministry. I’m not a Catholic or Christian. Though I was baptized and received holy communion and all that jazz, when I was a young girl.

Most, if not all believers of these faiths, take part in the rituals connected to lent. So, you may be wondering why am I observing and celebrating lent, if I don’t actively practice Catholicism or Christian beliefs? If I’m talking to a select few of individuals who do practice lent as said faiths, I might be judged. I might be told that my attempts here are not worthy of God’s divine smile and approval. And no judgement by the way if that happens to be people’s opinions. I create blog material for myself, and hope others’ will enjoy it.

I don’t have any logical or religious affiliations regarding my spirituality. I have a connection with God/higher power, etc., and welcome all who happen by this post; all 40 of them. As such, I have a sacred relationship with the divine. That is my reason. I’ve given up, giving up. not much, but it’s a start.

I’ve been wondering what Jesus would be doing now. During His time in meditation: conversing with God. Is Jesus sitting down on a mound full of wonderful desert flowers? Is he walking along a river, or stream, and gently patting His face with a few droplets? What is God telling Jesus? April 3, 2021 is Easter. The day that a miraculous resurrection took place.

I wonder what my 40th post will be? Will I share my own experiences with the endings and beginnings I have achieved during this 40-day observance and celebration? That’s my goal after all. To share. To my future self: way to go on your spiritual climb. Keep climbing.

And so I’ll pass that on to you – with or without religious affiliation – keep climbing, don’t give up. You are not alone. I’m wishing you all many blessings as I continue on this challenging task.

Many blessings, Sandi