Small acts that sustain life

My favorite thing to do is to sit quietly while the Holy Spirit speaks through me.

Cold tiles. Silence. A clear mind.The knowing that today is a day to soak in the presence of Yahuah Ha’Ruach HaKodesh, to give praise and glorify the Creator of all creation , including me.

Candles with no scent, because the smoky copal is already rich enough to reach every corner. A pot of tea prepared intentionally ~ Hibiscus flower, clove, rosemary, mint, chamomile - Healing and activating.

The space is cleared. A small, comfortable nook is arranged, not for productivity, but for invitation.

An open-air conversation with God.

Prayer to cleanse. Sanctified oil. Flame and scent for comfort and welcome.

The window open to receive the morning sun and a very powerful part - Sun gazing. That moment where I interlock with the life-sustaining force gifted to us by the Most High.

This has been a consistent return over the last five years.

Before that, none of this had priority.

My Saturday mornings were shaped by recaps of the night before, leftovers or brunch plans, long lunches, parties -attending them or hosting them.

God was acknowledged briefly : A thank you upon waking, because I was alive and maybe a thank you before bed, if I didn’t pass out.

God is always present. But He waits to be invited in.

He is available in silence just as much as He is in chaos ~ The message is simply different.

For me, inviting God into my dwelling is like inviting Him in for review and recalibration. A high tea with the Most High.

A moment to listen, to evaluate what is happening in my life and to realign.

This interaction removes urgency.

It dissolves the impulse to put my shoes on and rush into the rat race outside.

It restores standards. It creates calm.

It allows life to feel both luxurious and deeply ordered.

I have always respected God’s presence in my life. But for a long time, I did not take it further than courtesy ~

Thank you, good night.

I rejected what religion tried to sell me: Fear, control, slavery. I did not know that God could meet me exactly where I was , that obedience could be relational,

not fear based and recited.

What changed everything was making it ongoing. A repeated invitation. A standing appointment.

In that space, we co-create. God reveals what is happening and what is next.

I bring my discernment.

Together, we determine how to move and each time obedience is displayed, more is revealed.

Obedience is not small. Obedience is not punishment. Obedience ,  when rooted in surrender,  is a formula for clarity, peace and success.

It can look like self-love.

It can look like rest. It can look like inviting God in for conversation instead of going out into the world to hustle and strive.

Because of this, I move differently.

I have experimented enough to recognize patterns and every time, I return to this foundation. I execute from here.

I do not allow external voices ~ Systems, People feel an urgency to interfere with this orientation.

This is not passivity.

This is cultivation.

Life will swallow you whole and that is part of why we are here.

But the moment you begin to seek more, the wisest thing you can do is make space for God.

The One who made us.

The One who holds the manual.

Schedule the high tea.