You know…Jesus was a human too.

June 25, 2025 by kimberly gruber ♥ 2 Comments

In honor of Mental Health Awareness Month this May 2025, I was asked to speak at church on the topic of emotional and mental well-being. Following is a copy of that sermon. I’m humbled by all the requests for copies and moved that it landed with so many people. I guess it’s because the message was simple: Every bit of our individual humanity is sacred and we will always need each other to thrive as humans.

“You know Kim, there’s no hate like Christian love,” said a recent client of mine who identifies as queer, as he plopped himself down in one of my office chairs. Being dehumanized by misguided “Christian” politicians and their cult-like followers waving American flags, spewing hate and lies, at minimum, gets tiring. This isn’t what Jesus recommended. I’d suggest staying away from their bible studies because I’m pretty sure it isn’t the bible they’re studying. And in the meantime, let me know when you come across scripture where Jesus said, “Dehumanize and cause harm to others.” I won’t hold my breath waiting for your reply.

So, in defense of all the Jesus followers who imperfectly do their best to live what Jesus proclaimed as his most important message – Love God and love others as you want to be loved – I see you. For all the folks hurt by those who’ve corrupted Jesus’s message to justify their intolerance and hate – I see you and the world is a better place because you are here.

And in defense of Jesus – I see and feel you in the kindness and compassion of others. I witness your majesty in our spectacular natural world every day. I feel you move through me. I see you in all the folks united in difference and in service to each other doing the best they can to promote social justice – Jesus style. And thanks too, Jesus, for modeling how to ‘human’ well to teach us how to create an earth as it is in heaven.

I hope you enjoy the sermon.

When Pastor Bill asked me to speak today to honor Mental Health Awareness month, my first response was Ehhhhhh. I pray that God’s will be done in my life a lot, but sometimes, when uncomfortable comes knocking, I’m like…yeah, God…I’ve kinda changed my mind on “Thy will be done thing when it comes to me right now.” And then I take a breath and remember. I remember that when I do hard things - either by choice or not- I’m typically led to a new place, a new opportunity, a type of healing, a learning or another beginning when I let God work through me. What I know for sure, is that when we do His will or even when we don’t, we’re always tucked safely in the palm of his hand because God doesn’t want us to ever do anything alone.

Pretty much every day in my current line of work as a therapist, and as a former high school teacher and school counselor, I’ve reminded children, teens, adults, families, couples and my own children and grandchildren time and time again that they can do hard and that hard is a part of this life. On the daily, I remind folks that to get to a better place, doing hard or uncomfortable is a big part of how you get there armed with the support of others and holding on to just a dot of hope. A seed of faith.

So, before I said “yes” to standing before you today, God kinda nudged me along in ways that speak to me. “So Kim…In so many words, you yap all day long about trusting the power of the Light within and the importance of hard work and clinging tightly to hope when things get hard or uncomfortable. For the last 30 years in classrooms, libraries, offices, bathrooms, police cars, homes, shelters, courtrooms, workplaces, hospitals, and on the floor and sidewalks, you’ve been pretty good about allowing me to work through you by coaxing you to step out of your comfort zone and meet my children where they are, even when it’s gotten really messy. So Kim, why are we stopping now? How messy and uncomfortable can preaching a sermon on minding our mental and emotional states get? So Kim…you might want to think about practicing what you preach on the daily which in this case is to put in some hard work by writing a sermon and do a little uncomfortable.” No biggie - right?

And because God has a great sense of humor, here I am preaching what I’ve encouraged people to practice - like for my whole adult life. That word play just strikes me as funny - here I am preaching what I encourage people to practice. When I pray Thy Will Be Done, I guess God takes that seriously because God needs all hands on deck to make earth a little more like heaven. Creating a new earth, a new way, includes moving God into your own personal neighborhood and actually doing what He calls you to do. So here I am. Doing uncomfortable again for the millionth time but behind a pulpit today. Who knew?

In my line of work, I find myself saying a lot - “Be it any kind of struggle that we face - physical pain, emotional pain, loss or trauma - we, as a species are built to struggle, but we are not built to struggle alone.” It’s why we gather at funerals, share our concerns in this sanctuary or we feel moved to just sit with others in their darkest hours. Shoving down our stories, our feelings, hiding our pain, our hurt, our fear and carrying it alone never ends well for us or the people in our lives because what we carry - often in shame-filled secrecy - will make its way up and out in not-so-great-ways if we never address it. There’s no place in the Bible that recommends turning our pain inward and never letting God or others help us work through what has hurt us. However, you can find a lot on doing the opposite. Just goggle what the bible says about supporting each other and you’ll get a lot of hits.

We are built for joy too and the feeling of joy is so much better when we share that with others as well. It’s why we celebrate at birthdays and weddings and high five strangers at sporting events when our team wins or if Dallas loses (Philly born and bred so I had to go there). In joy, many times we sing together too - think “Happy Birthday” and “Fly Eagles Fly” - as a means to celebrate, gather and connect. Even when our singing isn’t so great, we don’t care because we’re in joy together and connected by what we’re commonly feeling. Joy, happiness, contentment and peace are the easy-to-hold feelings that help us appreciate what really matters and these feelings also provide healing. If you deposit the memories associated with these feelings into your good times internal emotional piggy bank, you can tap into that bank when things get hard.

We have a magnificent and miraculous emotional world within us that’s designed to allow us to experience the full spectrum of life through what we feel. And feeling is what draws us to connect and get it right with each other, ourselves and God. Feelings- whether the feelings are hard to hold or easy to hold - act as guide posts and are integral to our physical, mental and emotional healing. Recognizing what we’re feeling or not feeling and why can clue us in on what’s going on and teach us how to move forward towards recovery and healing. And you’ve gotta dive into your emotional world to do that work. If you don’t, it’s very hard to live out Jesus’s command to love one another when you don’t have a good handle on what self love, child-of-God love really is. It’s hard to be present with the love inside you and the love all around you when you’re just trying to keep your head above water in the murky pool of unresolved pain and grabbing hold of things you think may help but only take you down deeper.

Accessing our emotional being - this amazing gift from God - is how we humans heal from what has hurt us. That means, we choose to be vulnerable (which by the way…being vulnerable is an act of bravery) by sharing key parts of our inner world - no matter how scary that may be - with a safe person to help us process what has hurt us. I liken that to choosing to jump out of an airplane wearing a parachute that your traveling companion says will open but they’re not actually jumping with you. Yikes.

But, free falling to some degree, is the only way to fling off the caked on mud of unresolved pain to uncover the love that’s been with you all along. It’s the only way we can bring about healing to get to a better place, create a new tomorrow, a new world, a new earth - kinda like everything new that we just heard about in the book of Revelation. We may not always stick the landing, but we will land - hopefully with all our teeth intact. When we learn by jumping that we can survive doing hard, we come to realize we were never permanently broken - even when some people in our lives or in this world tell us repeatedly that we are. How freeing to know we no longer need to lead with our unresolved pain and hurt but lead with the truth and love inside us - that we ALL are children of a loving God. Period. With hard, hard work and the help of God and others, we can unshackle ourselves from the lies we’ve been fed about our worth and learn to live a better way. We all can choose to live out our birthright, the way God intended for us, all for Him by remembering He loves us and we are to love everyone here on earth as it is in heaven.

There’s a beautiful book called, “Permission to Feel”, written by Dr. Marc Brackett. He’s the Director of the Yale Center for Emotional Intelligence and his work in this field has made its way into schools, workplaces and treatment centers. Dr. Brackett experienced repeated abuse as a child (which is called complex trauma) and in response to his suffering as a child and lacking in meaningful support, became numb to how he felt. Feeling just hurt too much, was too confusing and going into emotional lockdown was how he survived. “And then,” he writes, “A miracle took place and his name was Uncle Marvin.” Dr. Brackett explains that Uncle Marvin was the first adult who managed to see him, listen to him and recognize that something was wrong and that he was suffering. His healing began the day his Uncle Marvin asked him, “Marc, how are you feeling?” Dr Brackett writes, “With those words, a damn inside me broke, and out came the torrent. Every horrible thing I was experiencing at the time and every feeling I had in response, all came tumbling out in a rush. That one little question was all it took to change my life. It wasn’t just what he said, it was the way he said it. Truly wanting to hear the answer. Not judging me for what I felt. He just listened, openly and with empathy, to what I was expressing. He didn’t try to interpret me or explain me. Uncle Marvin just listened. He heard me out. My uncle was the first person who had ever chosen not to focus on my outward behavior- snarky, withdrawn, defiant, definitely unpleasant to be around - and instead sensed that something else was going on, something significant that no one, not even I, had acknowledged. Uncle Marvin gave me permission to feel.”

Does this approach sound familiar to you? Did you or do you have an Uncle Marvin in your life? Maybe there was an Uncle Marvin or maybe not but either way, Jesus on earth was our Uncle Marvin…on steroids. Throughout all our moments Jesus is still our Uncle Marvin to this day. Jesus asked why are you here, why do you cry, why are you scared, why are you hurting, why do you say that, why do you worry, why don’t you trust, why hide your Light….what happened to you (even when he already knew the answer he needed to hear it from you). Jesus knew the way towards healing was to see people, hear people, seek to understand them, and hold all of it with reverence just like God holds us in the palm of his hand. Jesus took an interest in our stories no matter how that story began or ended. Why? Because our stories reveal what keeps us from seeing ourselves as deserving children of a loving God and so every facet of our individual and collective stories matter. That’s why all of it mattered and matters - to this day - so much to Jesus.

So I do my best to pick up what Jesus continually put down - This is my command: Love one another the way I loved you and here’s the Jesus version of what that actually looks like: I’ve got you, what happened to you, why, why not, I see you - all of you - the messy and the magical. I understand because here I am in human form too, feeling it all with you and I love you nonetheless because you are a child of God. So how about we try to ask ‘why’ more and judge less because judging doesn’t lead to healing. Seeking to understand ourselves, others, our relationships and our relationship with God is the way to healing. And you can’t do any of that without feeling.

Many years ago, I was listening to podcast where Oprah was interviewing Denzel Washington and he was talking about reading through the Bible from beginning to end. He explained that every time he’s done so, he learns something new and sees things with a greater understanding. I didn’t have the time to read the Bible from beginning to end again before today, but I did read through the gospels with a different set of eyes - those eyes being - what can I learn about how Jesus navigated his own mental and emotional well-being as God in human form? If God’s given us these internal worlds as a means to connect and love like Jesus did, what feelings were evident that Jesus experienced in his earthly life?

Well…Jesus felt disappointed, exhausted, spent and frustrated. Jesus walked away. Jesus felt inspired, proud, touched and at ease. Jesus was gracious. Jesus felt down, disheartened, troubled, and lonely. Jesus wept. Jesus felt stressed, furious, livid and enraged. Jesus got angry. Jesus held folks accountable. Jesus felt optimistic inspired, motivated and pleased. Jesus was faithful. Jesus felt at peace, content and loving. Jesus encouraged. Jesus was kind. Jesus wanted to be in the presence of others and in solitude sometimes. Jesus was skeptical. Jesus was moved. Jesus broke bread with everyone. But mostly, I saw that Jesus did all his feeling in communion with others or in communion between just he and God.

Jesus felt it all and was pretty clear about what he was feeling too which moved him into action. Because that’s what feelings have the power to do - move us into action to do something, support someone else, ask for help, ask for forgiveness and strive to be understood so each and every one of us can get to a better place, live out our purpose, learn a better way and move closer to God. Jesus tapped into what he felt to teach us about how to be human which means to feel it all and never, ever give up hope or faith in God, ourselves, others and our individual and combined abilities. God could not be any clearer about the fact that we will struggle and we absolutely need to support each other when the struggle gets very, very real. Our stories of pain or abuse or the mental health challenges we carry will always be with us and managing the symptoms of those things is a life long endeavor. Symptom management begins with stepping forward, pulling our pain out of the darkness within us, telling a safe, trusted person or professional “What happened to us” and seeing our story be held with reverence - no matter how messy it can get. Telling our story is the first step we take on our path towards healing. So with the love from our God, our people and a seed of faith tucked in your pocket, you can do incredibly hard. You can do what you thought was impossible.

It gets ugly doing hard. Giving birth to new life, a new perspective, new habits and relinquishing our not-so-great coping skills gets messy. So who can you lean on, talk to, who’s safe, who affirms you, listens to you, shows up, who says “dang look at you go” and who cheers you on when you pull yourself up off the floor?” As Christian we know that “Who” is always God. And sometimes that person has been just me, or sometimes that person could be just you - God working through you and me until that person comes to see and feel the Light within themselves and learns exactly where to find others beings who do the best they can to lead with their Light too.

So where do we begin?” Then Jesus said, "I tell you the truth, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." I suppose that means we can all find our way out of the darkness and all of us are capable of taking that difficult path because of that seed we carry in our pocket and because we know we never ever have to do it alone. To make everything new for the glory of God, we water our seed of hope and we feel it all and love like Jesus loved and accept that Jesus made that look easy and that it’s not so easy for us all the time. So, maybe a good place to start that wouldn’t be so terribly hard would be to love and feel and connect like Jesus did by asking others: What happened to you? How are you feeling? How are you doing? I want to know your story because your story - just like you - really matters to me. Oh, and you know what? Your story really matters to Jesus too.

Brackett, Marc, Ph.D., (2019). Permission to Feel: Unlocking the Power of Emotions to Help our Kids, Ourselves, and our Society Thrive. New York, NY: Celadon Books.

Stepping Stones and the In Between.

July 10, 2023 by kimberly gruber ♥ 2 Comments

We don’t ever arrive at a final destination and pitch our tent for life. We just make our way through this world moving from stepping stone to stepping stone. As we move along, we eventually tumble into the space between each stone until we work our way out onto the next solid rock. This space in between each stone is where we spend time working and moving a few steps forward, a step or two back, up, down or we just remain stuck. The “in between” space is where we process what’s going on in this section of our lives by waiting and practicing all we need to do to grow stronger and hold on until we’re able to move to that next space that feels a bit more solid, sturdy and steadfast. All this rummaging through, examination and the development of new skills and practices is not without some sweat, frustration, hurt and tears. The “in between” space can feel unbalanced, messy, dull or even feel like sinking quick sand but acts as a mini or major springboard to get us out and eventually on to some semblance of solid ground. We either choose to work hard to get to the next stone or stay where we are and keep holding on until something inside us says it’s time to try something new. At some point, if our awareness and courage are intact, we just know we need to get to a place different from where we are now, because where we are, isn’t working or just doesn’t feel right for us anymore.

The desire to move to a new place is in us from the start or we’d never learn to pull ourselves up as babies and walk. After all the growth brought on by our fitful attempts to get it right in the “in between”, we need that next stepping stone to help us slow down our breathing and our minds long enough to see how much we’ve grown and dream about what could be next now that we can walk. We need this reprieve to reflect on how far we’ve come and look at the wisdom we’ve gathered along the way from our time spent in the process of living this life in the “in between” space. We need to feel the contentment of what we’ve accomplished and feel gratitude for those who helped us to hold on when we felt lost and unstable while standing on a pile of shifting sand.

I picked up a cracked robin’s egg on my walk this morning. The beautiful God-made color of that egg and the mixture of strength (after all it did fall from a nest high up in a tree!), fragility and the messy remnants of what it once held got me thinking about the importance of the “in between” space. Life grew in that gorgeous, robin’s-egg-blue space and it was beautiful, fragile, strong and messy. Life sat in an egg, high in a nest, tended, growing and semi-safe waiting until it got too bored and too big for its container. Life didn’t stay constricted in that “in between” space until it could no longer move at all and eventually wither away. It made the decision to bust out and take a chance on that next stepping stone. That mixture of miracle, guck, growth and time worked its magic to form a new, tiny creature that emerged with unsteady wings and not quite ready to fly. It was tender, needed to practice new skills, wait, take chances and required care from others (momma bird, trees, nest, sunlight, worms!). It’s how that bird grew and got stronger so it could get to a safer place in the air and just soar for a bit and take it all in until the next “in between” comes along. I know predators abound and take advantage of the innocent and vulnerable states found in the “in between”. But never trying to make it through this space and move forward will get us and birds nowhere. Never trying is an ending in and of itself.

Broken shells tumble to the ground while others pieces remain in our nests as reminders that we can grow and become bigger, stronger and more capable than what we could have imagined. We can bust out of what contains us, work through the process of growth and move on to that next stone. Here we feel confident because of what we’ve done and soar the sky contently, gratefully and joyously. We rest and recover on this stone too because we’ve learned our time of change will come along again and again making recovery essential. Arrival is never about pitching your tent for long but all about looking to the horizon for that next place you may land and being present- in all spaces- with the messy miracle of you along the way.

Her true story.

September 10, 2021September 10, 2021 by kimberly gruber ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

Some pieces were coming together and she was getting pissed. She’d spent many years trying to figure out who she was and why external validation had played such a big role in her life keeping her from her truth. So, we dug. As a baby, her father had spent two years living away at college while she and her mother stayed home supported by extended family. She became a major source of comfort for her mother while her husband was away. This dynamic laid the groundwork for she being thrust into the role of being responsible for her mother’s happiness. And as dad returned and other children came along, her mother grew uncomfortable with her daughter’s natural need for independence. She remembers feeling acutely shy and scared as a child outside the circle of her mother who taught her to never dare think about leaving the safety of her mother’s care. Her mother needed to feel needed.

As the daughter grew, she bravely began to tap into her own power and at moments, strive for independence. Supported by others and her own inner voice, she knew deep down that this was the natural order of things. This created chaos and fear for her mother who based all her value on needing to be needed. And each time the daughter fought for herself and her autonomy, her mother frantically scrambled to remind the daughter that she wasn’t able to go it alone untethered from satisfying the needs of her mother. The daughter began to see how her mom lacked confidence in her own ability to fall, struggle and rise and how that affected their relationship and the daughter’s ability to build her own life. If the daughter accomplished her own rising, her mom wouldn’t be needed as much and feel left behind. As the daughter began to learn from her own falls that she can overcome, the mom sometimes became jealous of her daughter’s new found abilities and growth adding to her mom’s panic and need to control her daughter’s choices. So, the mother became a master at emotionally manipulating her daughter to become what the mother needed to feed her own sense of worthiness. And to feel safe and not emotionally abandoned, the daughter straddled two worlds – one where she became whatever her mother wanted her to be and one where she was learning to breath the air of her own inner voice and wisdom. How the daughter adapted based on her relationship with her mother and her inner Knowing were in conflict with each other. This is why she sat across from me working hard to uncover the truth of who she really is and not who she became to feel loved and accepted by her mom and the world around her. She was ready to let go of the weight of who others wanted her to be so she could find the space to write her own story.

Throughout her life, the daughter’s Knowing knocked hard and she often listened because she knew there was another way. Sometimes she answered that knock because of other people in her life that encouraged her to do so. They saw her value and light and didn’t withdraw their love or scoff and ridicule her for shining. Never underestimate the power of angels on this earth. Their belief in the daughter and their unconditional love and acceptance played a big role in guiding her towards independence. It kept her in the game despite being told she was a bad daughter for not being what her mother needed. So, the daughter is learning to go back in time and recognize all the emotional abuse she experienced and tell herself that who she was then and who she is right here and right now will always be enough. What the daughter needed to hear growing up, must be spoken now – that by shining your own light, unfettered by the criticism of others may be hard to do, but it’s your birthright bestowed upon you by the Divine just for being born. The world needs the daughter’s light and others who manipulate it for their own needs is never okay. There will never be more heaven on earth if you mess with a story of wonder and light that’s been authored by the Divine.

As the daughter courageously fought for independence and moved into adulthood, she recalls feeling stronger and more capable. That process got real messy at times but she’s learning that fond memories of her relationship with her mom has kept her going too. The daughter decided to reserve a place in heart for her mother that housed compassion, understanding and forgiveness as she remembered her mother was living out how she was hurt and how she was taught. The daughter is working to practice more gratitude by keeping the best of her mom and tossing the rest. The daughter still sometimes gets wrapped up in the role of what her mother needs at the time – a confidant, a parent, a fixer – when her mother’s life and ability to cope crumble. But now, when the daughter falls into the trap of becoming who her mother needs at the time, she understands why anger courses through her body. She’s working through this by remembering that when her validation comes from outside of herself, she will always be in constant misalignment with who she really is and a lot of hard to hold feelings and maladaptive behaviors may emerge. She’s working hard on creating boundaries to protect her sense of worth and not allow the psychic vampires of this world to drain her light. The daughter will always feel lost to herself, unfulfilled and fatigued when she hustles to garner acceptance and value by becoming what others want her to be. As a female, partner, wife or daughter, she was never born to be a tool or a means to satisfy anyone else’s needs or agenda. And now that she recognizes that some have used her that way whether it be her parent or the sexist cultural messages that routinely flood women in general, feeling resentful and angry will always be the appropriate response.

The daughter is learning to run for the hills when she hears the phrase, “If you loved me, you would blah, blah, blah….”. She’s learning what love is all about through her own life experiences and by knowing what it feels like to love herself. She doesn’t need anyone else to define what she already has deep within her. When she finds herself contorting and twisting to meet the world’s expectations, she notices and gets curious about why and how to handle whatever crops up. When fatigue and resentment stick around, she makes sure to check her lines in the sand to see if anyone is encroaching and distance herself from what she learned to be toxicity seeping in. When she feels judged, ridiculed or cast aside for having a thought, opinion, feeling or dream, she closes her eyes and remembers her light, her grit and her ability to stand firm in her truth. When she needs to untangle, she shows up in therapy to explore what was behind her, dream about what lies before her and pay homage to what’s inside her because that’s the stuff that will always carry her along the way. When she makes mistakes, she stays ready to deal with harsh, self-criticism if it shows up and tries to make room for self-compassion, accountability and forgiveness like she does for others. And eventually, she tries to give thanks for it all. She gives thanks for what her mother taught her, what she didn’t teach her and how life has a funny way of bringing us closer to our true self if we stay open and do the hard work. And she tries to take note of the Divine’s hand in her life and the wonder of it all teaching her the way of forgiveness, light and love.

Questions/activities to ponder or good journal prompts!

Think of a time when you’ve felt like a “tool” used by someone else to satisfy their needs? What happened and what did it feel like?
Recall what it feels like to have outgrown a relationship or what it feels like to no longer be who you are in that setting. What happened that brought you to the realization that things needed to change?
Forgiveness never erases what has happened to us at the hands of others. How do you use forgiveness to cope with what has happened to you to foster your own healing? What other word or definition might you use to define forgiveness?
When you fall into old patterns of thoughts and/or behaviors that do not serve you or the world, do you practice self-forgiveness and self-compassion? Why/why not?
Why is fighting to stay aligned with our true self so hard? How do you know when the path you’re on is truly your own?

Our piece.

July 3, 2021 by kimberly gruber ♥ 2 Comments

I’m not sure anyone deserves the whole world but, I’m absolutely certain we deserve our piece of it. I know this for sure when I take notice and melt myself into the present moment. When I’m not tumbling in a sea of doubt or worry and able to break free from the whirlpool that just spins me in circles, I’m there. If I slow down and just float for even a little while, I’m open to the world around me and reminded that what my senses take in, is there just for me. It’s my snippet of time. It’s my very own personal experience waiting for me to grab it and just be in it. It’s my moment. This piece of presence may be tough to hold or breathtakingly beautiful and always calls my name to engage in what’s right before me if I take the time to listen for its voice. I have my own seat at the table with a place card that reads my name and invites me to sit and stay. This place of presence may serve up healing, inspiration, peace, gratitude or even pain and discomfort. Either way, it’s there for me and an important part of my journey to help me get things right.

It’s easy to find my piece of this world when I’m grounded in knowing I deserve it. I’m here. I carry the Divine in me along with the messy parts that get me unbalanced sometimes. When it’s hard to remember who I am, what to do next and what is my birthright, I stop fighting the current and quiet myself so I can float away from the churning chatter in my head and the noisy world around me. I close my eyes, hold hands with the Divine, sink down and search for that space that calls my name. My piece of the world. I’m an orb of light sinking below the surface and I wait to become settled in my seat at the bottom. When I look up, I see turbulence, spray and waves created by some of my own thoughts and by the actions of others in this world. I follow my breath so I don’t get pulled to the top and out of my space. It’s a practice that works most of the time but, sometimes it doesn’t. I work hard to not judge myself for getting sucked back up to the top. I remind myself that most of the time I can beat the chaos that’s always trying to pull me into its web. Other times, I get tangled and do my best to untangle and begin again. Wherever I end up, I’m here. Because of that, I’m always deserving of my piece of the world. When I connect to that space, I’m reminded of why I’m here and what the Divine would have me do with the gifts I carry. Sometimes, when I connect to that space, I don’t want to be there because it hurts or shows me things I don’t want to see. I try to stay close to my breath, feel, wait, hold on and trust that eventually my inner voice will whisper or even shout what is true for me. I try to remember that regularly visiting my piece of the world no matter what it may hold, is always a practice in patience, self-compassion, healing and love.

Find your space, your piece. Try looking for it through prayer or meditation and do your best to not give up. When you regularly practice looking for your piece, you get better at standing where you are and noticing how things have a way of connecting and that coincidence is not always happenstance. Your piece of the world lives in you. It’s not real estate but a place in the universe where your soul resides and when you visit, you know you’re home. Finding your path there can be tricky. Try following your breath and seeing each inhale as light in and each exhale as unhealthy dust out. Assign a sound or color to this natural rhythm. Find a meditation app to help guide you, follow the rhythm of your own walking, sit and focus on a beautiful thing in nature or get lost in your own creativity. Just do your best to take the time to slow down and shut out the world so you can hear your soul whisper your name and remind you of your light and love. Our piece of the world isn’t necessarily of this physical world. It’s a place that reminds you to just be. You know you’ve arrived when you witness the miracle of you and the power, peace and healing found in the present moment. In your piece of the world you breathe out swirls of light and magic because you’re aligned with you. May you come to find that in every moment, you can hold messiness and majesty in your hands and by just doing so, that will always be enough.

Questions/activities to ponder or good journal prompts!

Try to figure out what keeps you from being in your present moment. What are some of those barriers?
You are here and occupying the present moment. What does that thought inspire in you right now? What scares you about being in the present moment and why?
How might you picture an image of your soul or your essence when in stillness, prayer or meditation? What does it look like or feel like?
Are you able to find your stillness when in movement? Why or why not?
Spending time listening in stillness for your inner voice and falling into the space in which it resides takes practice. Create a list of why hearing that voice may offer healing and important in helping you find your way.

Vines.

June 5, 2021June 5, 2021 by kimberly gruber ♥ 2 Comments

I could feel Chloe’s fatigue and sadness fill up the room. She came to me because she couldn’t shake the parasitic gloom that was draining her soul and body. She was so tired of wearing a happy mask and its accompanying persona that didn’t match how she really felt most days. As Chloe talked about her life and the opportunities she’d been given, tears began to roll down her face. She felt guilty for feeling the way she did adding another layer to her sadness. Chloe described a cycle of thoughts and feelings that had a power over her affecting every aspect of her life – high standards of self, unmet expectations, followed by harsh criticism and ending with feeling like she was never enough. This loop played out through much of Chloe’s life and had become so deeply embedded into who she believed she was, that Chole had little hope that she would ever feel like a whole, capable person. The truth is, Chole is and will always be enough. Finding her way to that truth and clutching that tightly to her chest, was the work Chloe needed to do. She was only seeing the loop of lies that had morphed into an invasive vine that covered every inch of her truth, her soul, her light. Chloe defined herself by the vine that ensnared her and not by what was underneath. This vine kept Chloe from expanding beyond its tightly woven stems, leaves and tendrils keeping her contained and afraid by telling her she’s never going to be enough. The vine and its continuous audio loop of lies was strangling her. This left Chloe weak and obedient, a captive to its strength and deception. The vine was thriving and Chloe wasn’t.

To cut back the vine, Chloe needed to find her truth by learning to speak her truth. Her work began by looking at what fed the vine and what fed her light. Chloe’s light was waiting to be drenched in love and truth so it could radiate, grow and eventually burn away the ensnarled vine that kept it covered and contained. So, we started with words. What words feed the vine and what words feed the light? Words are powerful weapons or sources of healing that need to be chosen wisely. Chloe began to examine the words she typically used to speak to herself. Do they resonate with compassion, kindness and understanding? Do they denigrate, judge, compare or belittle? Are they really true? Whether Chloe believed or felt the loving words that came from her light’s vocabulary or her true self, she began the practice of using them anyway. Chloe took on the hard work of helping her brain create new pathways or new ways of thinking by using words of healing and love to keep her connected with her true, light-filled self. The habitual act of choosing words of healing and hope is helping Chloe become one with her light and starving the vine of deception. For Chloe, after years of telling herself she wasn’t good enough, she continues to work hard at choosing self-talk that leads her back to her own light. Busting out is a bloody battle because forging new ways of thinking and doing when the vine is gripping your ankles and pulling you back into old patterns requires a strength like no other. So, Chloe grips tightly to a machete made up of truth to cut away the vine when battle fatigue sets in and she gives into old patterns of thinking and believing. Chloe is not only learning new ways of speaking to herself but, what she needs to do to stay strong and resilient so she can fight for her truth every single day.

The vine will never go away completely and will try to manipulate her thoughts to stay in control. For Chloe, that meant she had to look to the sources that led to her destructive thoughts and beliefs and identify how she may use her strengths to improve her self-awareness, self-compassion and understanding. Years of deeply ingrained lies were fueled by superficial friendships, comparison with others and fed Chloe’s feelings of lack. Moving away from any source that promotes the type of comparison that leaves Chloe feeling less than, needed to be burned to the ground and doing so gets messy and hard. What helps keep us afloat is seeing the sacred in our own honest, disheveled and authentic humanity. And that is the source of all beauty. Anyone or anything that encourages Chloe to believe life’s not those things or shouldn’t be those things, feeds the vine. So, that means Chloe has to examine her life and relationships through the lens of self-love while being one with her own humanity. Belonging is essential to building resilience and healing but the type of connection matters. Chloe is teaching the world how she deserves to be treated by maintaining healthy relationships and letting go of or setting boundaries for the relationships that are not. And I know what’s around the corner for Chloe if she keeps on this path. As Chloe works every day to cut away the falsehoods and things that don’t serve her, she’ll attract others who work hard to do the same. Beautiful, meaningful connections are born only when honest, messy unencumbered lights shine individually and as one. It’s tough trusting and waiting on that type of relational healing, especially when you’ve never had it. It’s why faith and a belief that things can get better are a huge part of Chloe’s work too.

So, I sit in awe as I watch Chloe fight for her right to be human and not perfect. I watch her navigate the relationship she has with herself and her relationships with others as she tries to make sure presence, supportiveness and nurturance are integral parts of that connection. Chloe continues to battle. But there’s honesty and beauty in this space and I know why she fights so hard to free her light – because she’s growing in the belief that she matters. With each painstaking effort she makes and every time she shows up in my office to untangle the vine and fight for her very soul, Chloe has tapped into that space that is calling her by her true name – daughter of light, truth and love.

Questions/activities to ponder or good journal prompts!

We all have vines that require our attention so they don’t invade our garden of light. What thoughts or actions feed your vines?
If it persists and is given space to grow, the vine may truly drain us physically, mentally and spiritually. Why is that so? What can you learn from that experience?
The daily habit of tending to our truth and cutting back the vine is hard work. What practical changes could you make to keep your own, beautiful, worthy light shining brightly?
Think back to a time when your light shone brightly and unhindered. What did that feel like?
Meaningful relationships are messy and beautiful and cannot survive without truth. In what ways does that statement speak to you?

The current of change.

April 15, 2021April 20, 2021 by kimberly gruber ♥ 2 Comments

Recently, my youngest moved out to live on her own. It was hard but, I know it’s time. This jump for her and me is the natural order of things. I find in these moments of transition amidst the pain and discomfort, there’s a quiet stream of knowing that runs deep inside me. It quietly reminds me to go with the flow of this life current. No matter what’s bubbling on or around the surface of my skin, I’m carried in the flow of this deep, untroubled current even when I fight it and try to swim upstream. A change or transition is like taking a brave jump to that next thing and each leap to the next place before me means I have to find my balance all over again. I’ve got to stop after the jump, breathe, slow down and get my bearings. I have to think about what really just happened and despite the discomfort, rely on the stream of knowing to tenderly hold me afloat while I work on regrouping. With change there is newness and opportunity on one end of the seesaw teetering with the loss of something on the other end. I wait and bob up and down as the loss becomes less heavy and newness and opportunity becomes more apparent and abundant. While in this new place, I teeter and I wait. I remind myself that I’ve been here before and the length of my stay is dependent on the depth of my loss. It may require that I just breathe, or weep or scream but, this time of transition always includes waiting to adapt and find my footing again. I’m a part of the natural world which is always striving for balance by surrendering something and growing something new. Seeds grow in the fertilized soil of things that have burnt to the ground and tender, green leaves bust through the earth to take root in a new place for a new purpose.

When I feel like I’ve reached equilibrium again, I hope to take notice of what this place looks like and feels like. It’s a time to notice, rest, recover and gather. It’s a time to dream, learn and put out the glow of understanding so others know they’re not alone as they work towards balance again too. With my feet planted on level ground, it’s easier for me to reflect on my journey and what to keep for my future travels and what to trash. It’s a time to shine with the wisdom I’ve gleaned, revisit what matters and align once again with my purpose and who I am apart from my losses. It’s a time to practice self-awareness and feel. A lot can happen in equilibrium and that’s nature’s way. We need that time to build our reserves for the next transition and store that strength deep in our bones so our foundation and roots aren’t as easily ripped from the earth when change comes again.

Time moves on and things and moments end. That’s the only way something else can begin. I’ll try to remember that when I carry the hard, heavy feelings and pray for them to move along. This is how change occurs. I wait until the heaviness of uncertainty, fear and sadness leaves so, my arms are freed up to grab opportunity from the fresh, new air that accumulates around me. It’s up to me to breathe in the idea of starting over again despite my fear. It’s up to me to remember that what lies before me can contain beautiful too if I try hard to build from where I am right now given all I know. Eventually, equilibrium will arrive as I become lighter and freer to widen my lens and focus not only on what I’ve lost but all I’ve gained. With each turn of the planet and every courageous leap of faith, I start over again and again.

Questions/activities to ponder or good journal prompts!

Why can change be so hard for us as humans?
What have you lost and what have you gained due to a life change?
What keeps you from being aware of the state of balance or equilibrium? How may noticing this state bring about a sense of growth and learning?
While you wait for the pain of loss to lessen, is there a “knowing” that guides you, holds you and/or comforts you? If yes, what is that knowing?
When you widen your lens of all you see, opportunity may look like many things, thoughts or new ideas. What do you see when you widen your lens?

Who’s driving?

April 4, 2021July 17, 2021 by kimberly gruber ♥ 1 Comment

It’s a good idea to ask myself every once in a while, “Who’s driving?” Is it me or my fear, my worry, my attempt to control the world or the expectations of others? There are a lot of folks who believe their Higher Power controls the wheel at all times. Maybe that’s true. What I do know for sure is my Higher Power, who I call “God”, is with me in the car all the time. If I fail to feel God’s closeness, it’s always on me. He never hops out of the car leaving me alone and abandoned. We just pull the car over and take turns driving sometimes. God gives himself a break from gripping the wheel to see what I can do when left to my own devices. I can’t become a better, more aware driver if I never take over the wheel and keep God from moving over into the passenger seat. How will I ever learn to rely on the gifts he’s given me and deal with the wrong turns I’ve taken if someone or something else is always driving for me? God’s in the passenger seat coaxing me along and providing a loving presence even when I hit pot hole after pot hole. If there’s constant judgement concerning my mistakes, it’s my own. He hears me, sees me, and takes all the bumps and rough turns and just reminds me to begin again. God doesn’t ask me to drop him off at the nearest exit and he’s not scared of where I take him. Because no matter where I go, whether my destination is on track or frighteningly not, I know I can rely on him and my inner GPS to move on and find my way again. I’ll never learn to rely on the gifts he’s given me if I’m never given the opportunity to prove to myself that I’m capable of figuring shit out. He wants me to trust him because I’ve learned to love him for hanging in there with me and not because he’s always driving. God wants me to trust in me too. Because when I do, God turns the radio up real loud and we belt out whatever’s playing and just drive. A car party is always in order when we deal with rough roads together and I come out the other side a better driver.

Sometimes fear does all the driving. It takes a lot of courage to look fear right in the face and kick its sorry ass out of my car. At the same time, I don’t want fear to keep me bolted to my seat and staring out the window watching the world go by never knowing what could be if I actually took over the wheel. If fear drives, I’m less in control of my thoughts, my choices, where I want to go and who I want to be. I may feel safer letting fear drive all the time. But, what I give up to feel safer is my freedom to choose. Being the driver of my own life doesn’t mean I won’t get lost, hit by other drivers, breakdown and get flat tires. Those moments suck. But, so does not choosing to live my own life. Pushing fear out of the driver’s seat is the only way I’ll ever get the chance to experience the beauty of the unknown, open roads that stretch into the horizon before me. They’re filled with expansiveness and opportunities that I could never have imagined. Fear won’t ever take me there. It’ll just tell me to stay small, announce that I’m a terrible driver and have me believe I can’t handle hard. So, I’ll do my best to remember that fear lies, A LOT. I’ll buckle up, fill my tank and check my gauges on the regular. I’ll try hard to remember that God sits beside me and be grateful for his presence on my ride. I’ll shove some self-compassion in my cup holder and recall the strength and knowing that’s inside me even when things get bumpy. I’ll use my breath to help take me where I need to go next, release my white-knuckled grip on the passenger seat and bravely move behind the wheel. And then, albeit really scary sometimes, it’s pedal to the metal.

In my world, the expectations of others can easily slip into the driver’s seat. If I’m looking outside myself to feel good about me, my choices and the decisions I’m making, then I’m not driving at all. Actually, I’m in a bumper car and completely contained by the built-in barriers imposed by whoever created the ride. I’m controlled by the walls that contain me and the hits of other bumper cars trying to direct my course. Our culture, the world, social media and some people in life will always tell me how to do me. When I get flooded with all the world’s “shoulds” and endless opinions, that’s when it’s time to kick other’s expectations to the curb, listen to my own voice again, ditch the bumper car, find my own wheels and giddy-up. I roll down the windows and let the wind blow through me to help filter out what to toss and what to keep. When I take back the wheel, I look around at all that’s good and all that’s beautiful to remind me where I’m headed and where I need to go now. I get glimpses of nature and sky that shimmer with light coming from the source of all love. And I marvel at how that source sits with me and is all around me, always and forever no matter what. I’ll do my best to stay present to all I see, hear and feel during the journey. I’ll drive as I’m able with an open heart, open-mind and a strong, loving spirit. And I’ll use the roadmaps placed on me by others whether I accepted them or not, to clean up the spills in my car, get behind the wheel all buckled up and trusting in the open road before me.

Questions/activities to ponder or good journal prompts!

Do you ever feel the presence of a Higher Power moving with you in your life? If yes, in what ways do you feel that presence?
How do you know when fear is a driving force in your life? How has it limited you and your belief in yourself?
Have you ever forced fear from your driver’s seat? If so, how did that go? What did you discover about yourself and the world around you?
In what ways has the world driven you to be something you’re not? How has that affected your self-worth and the choices you make?
How do you define living with an open heart, an open-mind and strong, loving spirit? If those elements were more present in your life, how would it be different? How do these elements help you create your own roadmap?

The lost and found.

March 28, 2021 by kimberly gruber ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

I spend a lot of time in the Lost and Found Department. I’m usually looking for answers, guidance or clues to satisfy a moment of curiosity or searching for my light of truth to help me find my way. Again. Some answers are easily found and others will never be answered in this lifetime. Sometimes I show up at the Lost and Found looking for myself. Again. How do I get so lost from myself and who I really am? How did my self-awareness get buried in the pile of shit found in the beat up boxes of items easily brushed aside? What I know for sure is that when I get lost from me, it’s usually an incrementally slow, sneaky fall away from myself. I’m always a child of God and that remains steadfast and true. But, the spokes that radiate out from that love are the things I uniquely bring to this world – the me. I’m responsible for working to keep those spokes of special in tact and shining brightly for the common good. My self-awareness is my guidepost and compass. That means it’s a pretty important tool for my life’s journey. That’s why I’ll show up at the Lost and Found desperate and determined to dig through the box until I find my me and start again.

Keeping me tucked safely away by my side is a daily effort. The ways of this world often make keeping close to who I am tricky. Self-awareness means being present and aware. I have to notice, discern and handle what I see, hear and feel. I have to trust that I can figure things out by looking inward while not losing sight of what’s going on around me. I’m always learning and try my best to lead with my learning and my knowing. But, sometimes that’s hard because the world often defines me in ways that are external and limiting and it can skew my thinking. Usually I’m on to them. Most of the time. Sometimes, I’m just tired of it all and I need to get quiet, rest and wait for me to return. It’s always internal work, hard work and up to me alone to keep it real. I have to look where I spend my time. I have to be aware of where I gather my worth. If it’s on my phone comparing and contrasting my external with another, I’m looking for myself in the wrong place. My self-awareness comes from holding my value and my limitations in my hands at the same time and noticing, discerning and handling what I see in me with dignity, compassion and grace. That’s how I stay true to me.

I look to my fear when I lose who I am. Fear is a cloud that hides my light and truth. Asking myself what I’d do in that moment if I didn’t have that fear, literally lets my colors shine and there I am. It doesn’t mean I have no more fear. It just means that fear is not who I am and I’ll fight hard to not let it keep me from myself or run my life. I work hard to see who’s driving – me or something else- and fight to stay behind the wheel despite my fear or what I believe the world would have me do. I may need to pull over once in a while to catch my breath, hang on, become aware and stay true to me. My me will always tell me to focus on my inner strength and creativity because she knows focusing on what I cannot control will only prolong the pain. Shit gets real sometimes. I just want to make sure the life I’m living is the life that is meant for me. Becoming an expert on anything takes time and includes a lot of blood, sweat, tears and mistakes. My me is ready. She does her best to stick by me like glue even when I run off in the wrong direction. Fortunately, we always meet up in the Lost and Found and I dig for her and take her home. Tomorrow is another day, another try and another opportunity to put my me on full display and watch her do her thing.

Questions/activities to ponder or good journal prompts!

How do you know when you’ve lost your “me”?
Think of a moment when you were fully being led by your “me”. How did that feel and what did you notice?
How does the world keep you from your “me” and limit your ability to shine?
Self comparison can erode how you feel about yourself. Why? How does it hinder the internal work we all need to do to find our “me”.
What would your life look life if you let go of your fear of ________? (failure, concern over what others think, doing uncomfortable etc.)

Thank you.

March 21, 2021 by kimberly gruber ♥ 2 Comments

In my line of work, I spend a lot of time reminding folks that they have worth just for being born. Period. What moves us away from that knowing are the messages and experiences we encounter that make it hard to see that truth. That light of truth gets covered by blankets of darkness made up of lies and pain caused by hurt and trauma. I’m a witness and guide for people trying to find their way back to their light. It gets hard to watch someone navigate their way through the thorny and painful barriers that keep them away from the most valuable thing inside them – self love. But, it’s the only way to untangle and cut through the vines. I’ll stay witness to their solo endeavor and support them in their search for their truth. I’ll hear them and see them as they bravely claw through this pain and try their best to make it back to who they really are. I’ll remind these searchers of their courage, grit and strength proven factual because they’re sitting before me and asking for help. As they scrape, scrap and dig bare-handed to uncover their light, I’ll remind them of another fact too- they can do terrifically, hard things because they’ve done it before and here they stand. And I thank them for allowing me to stand beside them and offer me a bird’s eye view of what the human spirit can accomplish in the name of love.

I roll in the joy that pours from a seeker’s body when they’ve found their way home and back to their light. The air in the room changes because heaven celebrates at that very moment too. The frequency created by the love that rains from the sky cannot be contained and the room tingles with truth and possibility. I’m always filled with gratitude when I witness this rebirth and another’s brave attempt to try again a little smarter and a little wiser gleaned only through hard work and struggle. I’m filled with a million thank-yous for the opportunity to see an awakening and watch someone start again. It’s a reminder to us both to hold on tightly to our light of truth because our lives depend on it. That light is the most important compass and lantern we’ll ever own to keep us from getting lost from ourselves again.

Staying close to your truth is a life-long endeavor and you have to pay attention. It can be tricky sometimes. It means that you do your best to stay aware and on guard in terms of what you let in and accept and what you put out. So, how do we stay close to our truth? By reminding ourselves of who we really are and doing so a lot. What follows the word “I” matters. If they’re words that remind you of your gifts and create a sense of purpose, keep on saying them! If they’re anything close to affirming that no matter what mistakes you make, you still have value and will always be a beloved child of God, then repeat them daily. If they’re words of encouragement, honor and self-compassion, then say them often to help you hold on when needed. And when words of kindness and love are spoken to you from another, drink them up with humbleness and gratitude. Pushing away heart-felt words of appreciation for who you are is not being humble, it just means you need to work on becoming more comfortable holding your truth in your hands. So, just say “Thanks.” Because, when you just say “Thanks”, you acknowledge who you are, the good you’ve done and it keeps you going. Remembering all the wonderful things you have the potential to do in the everyday moments will always keep you close to your light. And living out your truth will always be enough to keep that light shining. So, “Thanks!” for being you and doing the best you can to make this world brighter and your life more meaningful by sticking by your own light and fighting to never let it go.

Questions/activities to ponder or good journal prompts!

What did it require of you to seek out your truth when you were removed from it?
What keeps you from noticing all you are capable of doing?
When have you experienced a shift in the “frequency” of a room based on the experience playing out in that room?
When you witness someone else rebuild their life and find their light again how does that affect you and why?
Saying “Thanks” indicates acknowledgment and appreciation. Why do we sometimes deflect or push away the heart-felt compliments of another?

Have faith and swim.

February 28, 2021 by kimberly gruber ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

The storm has arrived and I can’t bail fast enough to overtake the torrent of water filling the vessel containing my heart. As I work hard to stay afloat, I see an approaching tidal wave of water carrying the debris that I threw overboard the last time this happened. And then I remember. The water that rushes over me and takes me under, doesn’t keep me under forever. I’ve survived floods before. I do the best I can to stay clear of the current that carries the flotsam I’ve discarded many times before. I don’t want to get entangled in the debris that does nothing to help me stay afloat. I’ve worked hard to do those things that help me stay strong and keep my eyes focused on the shoreline. I fight to remember those practices that keep me seaworthy. They remind me that I can handle stormy weather and bolster my faith that it’ll be okay. Storms come and go with some bringing more flooding then others, but I eventually make it to shore like I’ve done many times before. So, I tread water and hold on knowing the water recedes and wait for the current of hope to take me ashore. Maybe this is how God teaches me to become a stronger, better swimmer.

I don’t particularly enjoy the lesson, but I do the best I can to tread water and paddle until it gets better. I accept the life preservers thrown my way by God and the team of angels here and above that encourage me to keep floating. The thing is, I am the only one that can hold on and choose to swim to a safer place. No one can move my body for me. I’ve got to dig deeply into my reserves and find a way. There are always things I can do or choices I can make as I struggle. I think, I pray and I problem solve, because making it to dry land requires that I rely on my own gifts, wit and what worked in previous swims ashore. At times I pause, float on my back and wait. I close my eyes and pull energy from the sky until I’m ready to swim again. I’m catching my breath, accepting, hanging on and remembering there is still so much life and fight in me as long as I’m floating face up. I may emerge walking onto the shore or allow the tide to roll me along and dump me on dry land. Either way, I have the opportunity to emerge a stronger, better swimmer, wiser and water-logged until I dry out and shed the weight of my experience. It’s how I move onward again and again. Sometimes, I creep out of the flood pissed off too. But until that passes, I hope I’ve learned something new about myself and accept the cycle of feelings that course through me as a light filled soul having a human experience.

Keeping my eyes on the beacons of light help illuminate my swim to safety and give strength to my tired limbs. I notice others treading water, floating or swimming too. Their struggle may be easier or harder than mine this time. I offer words of comfort, love and encouragement as best as I am able. I am a witness to their swim as they are to mine, noticing that this human migration from the flood of hard feelings to feelings easy to hold, is a reoccurring part of being alive. I can ask questions about their swim, knowing every human being has the potential to find their way and there’s always a meaningful story to tell about our individual journeys to a better place. I will never be able to swim for anyone else. We’d just get tangled up in the debris that we’re each trying to shed so both of us can swim forward and forge our own way. I hope to remember to look all my fellow shipwrecked swimmers in the eyes with compassion, understanding and mercy and send the message that we can hold on. I hope to exude that faith with every stroke I take and feel grateful for those around me who feed my hope when I’ve lost it among the barnacles sucking me dry. It’s only by faith that I’m reminded that when we all make it back to the shore again and again, that we’ll all have a beautiful and amazing story to tell. Keep swimming.

Questions/activities to ponder or good journal prompts!

Think about the last time you recall “being flooded” with a feeling/s that pulled you under? What were those feelings and what circumstance lead to their occurrence?
What practices and/or thoughts help remind you that the flood will recede? What practices and/or thoughts sink you further?
Why is waiting so hard sometimes? What encourages your willingness to not rush a process?
Have you ever endeavored to “solve” the problems of those around you? How did that go?
Do you have faith in yourself, others or a higher power? Why or why not?

Kimberly Gruber

Be salt and light – of value and of love.

Category: encouragement to foster growth and love

You know…Jesus was a human too.

Stepping Stones and the In Between.

Her true story.

Our piece.

Vines.

The current of change.

Who’s driving?

The lost and found.

Thank you.

Have faith and swim.