When it all comes tumbling out but no matter how much you write you can‘t quite make sense. I guess that that is part of becoming truly an adult in the world. To recognise that there is sometimes madness simply beyond our grasp. That you have to recognise that sometimes you will simply „never know“. And to learn that that is part of the journey. And that moving on is in part about acknowledging and accepting that you simply cannot make sense. All i know is that with great trauma, we have to have an energy exchange. To get it out of our system so that it does not turn into black bile. I think in times of suffering we also forget that there is good stuff out there for us. Somehow, part of dealing with pain is the cut off from the light. And that to wrestle those demons in the shadows is your challenge. For me, within those dark long walks, an angel has come. Making my hand move on the paper and process, process, process. And by the time i stop adding to the wall, and start taking it down, i will have moved on. Somehow, somewhere, to something. And i’m old enough, and have been through life enough to know that though loss takes time, its counterpart, radical transformation, can hit us out of the blue. I think processing pain is in part about readying our heart for the newness of the world. And the promise of what it holds, and what is waiting for us. Once it recognises that we have served our own prison sentence authentically enough. And done the work to allow ourselves to move on. Anyway, its been an intense few weeks. I guess pain isn’t ecological...but at least the papers double sided! 🤦🏻♂️ x
A quick day outing to Cordoba was our last day in Seville. Cordoba is a city bigger than I had assumed. As we walked away from the station and towards the Jewish quarters, I saw the city change. Big roads to narrow lanes, large stores to small boutiques, locals on the way to work to torurists from all over the world exploring Cordoba.
A short walking tour through the historic centre showed us the roman bridge, the mezquita and the synagogue. The city used to have mills of which the last one remains on the river and is also a part of the city symbol. The Mezquita used to be the largest wooden mosque which became a cathedral for the Catholics. Pieces of the carved wooden structure are still preserved on the side corridors. The courtyard has trees for shade and water for ablutions. The area around is the market place with curio shops and boutiques. One of the lanes leads to the synagogue near the workshops and museum of Sephardic Jews. ( Sephardic refers to the Iberian peninsula). Blue pots with bright-coloured flowers give a pop of colour in the otherwise simple structures. Ceramics, leatherwork, jewellery and hand-crafted sculptures are tucked away in niche boutiques.
A hot hot day to end the sight seeing in Spain... back in Seville as the holiday slowly comes to an end. #travelstories#travelmemories#journeys#ilovejourneys#memories#stories#childhoodfriends#adventures#spain#heritage#architecture#cordoba#nehanavigates#destinationunknown
Choose LOVE over hate♥️
PEACE over empty arguments👐🏻
LIGHT over darkness💫
OBEDIENCE over rebellion🙌🏻
Let’s keep the light that shine above being the light that shine on us! 🙏🏻
Remember, God is greater and the Author of ALL!!🙌🏻
Happy Friday, beloveds!!!
I’m recovering from a bad cold followed by a bad ear infection today...
Despite the pain, I am grateful to learn something new from God in the last days; ”Where there's dysfunction there's a wrong perception.”
On Saturday morning while trying to listen to my favorite Christian songs in my room I just couldn't hear the right notes! The dysfunction in my ears distorted all the notes... Gosh, Lauren Daigle was never so out of tune!🙊
I was like; how could it be?!!
How can the dysfunction in my ears distorts what is right and make it sounds wrong to me?
At that moment, I could clearly hear the Holy Spirit whispering to me:
”That's what happens to those who don't heal their dysfunctions.
They can't hear my truth because their unhealed dysfunctions distort my truth into lies.”
I was like, goodness! That's true! How many times God tried to tell me something but I just couldn’t believe Him until I fix what was wrong inside me.
Don’t be afraid to open up to God about your dysfunctions (traumas, fears, scars, doubts...) because He isn't afraid of what you feel.
He doesn't want to judge you, He wants to heal you! Then, you will finally be able to hear and BELIEVE all the truth He speaks about you!
After all, He isn't a God moved by perfection, He is a God moved by LOVE! .
“But you, O Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness.” Psalm 86:15
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All of us have our own struggles and personal battles to face.
It's sad to see people getting depressed by seeing other’s highlights on social media.
Instead of getting depressed or frustrated by someone else's victory, learn to celebrate their victories as your own
Everybody faces a process before every victory. Otherwise, it wouldn't be called victory.
Remember, when you don't celebrate other’s victories, this doesn't say anything about them, but everything about you!
“Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.”