I’ll make this quick. I kidnapped Joan and have her hands bound with duck tape so I can write the blog this week.
Here we are a few days before New Year’s Eve. We look back over the last week with gratitude and joy and look forward to this coming week with a sense of newness and second chances.
Last week visions of sugarplums danced in our heads. This week visions of slimmer waistlines, empty ashtrays, and cheerful interactions with screaming toddlers fill our brains as we turn to those tried and tried again resolutions.
I challenge you to think outside the box this New Years as you make your resolutions. My suggestion… resolve to come home, spiritually. I promise if you do, all the rest will come.
Aren’t you tired of the pretending? Come home where you can be you.
Aren’t you tired of the anxiety? Come home to the peace.
Aren’t you fed up with the disappointments? Come home to what your heart really desires.
Hasn’t the loneliness gone on too long? Come home to kindred spirits.
Haven’t you had enough of the band-aids? Come home to the true healing.
There’s a home for you if you are ready. A place where you can come when you need to and always feel welcome. A place that you can come to once in a while and never feel guilty or ashamed for the times you didn’t come. A place that calms your soul. A place where all you have to do is be. A place where others are just being. A place of comfort and support. It’s called Firstfruits.
Let your 2020 vision be one of clarity and health in your spiritual life. Imagine yourself coming home. I’ll be waiting for you.
The Spirit of Firstfruits