peace that passes understanding

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You know how certain pranksters put a foul surprise in a pretty box…? This week is the opposite. This week we will find jolts of joy and seeds of new beginnings in the trash bins at the curb. Issa metaphor but you feel me- this week might look like a shit sandwich but once it's all over it will taste like nectar from the Gods.

And what secret ingredient could possibly be the catalyst for such drastic alchemy...?

An attitude of fucking gratitude, that's what. Lips that learn to say thank you for the pains we never predicted and as yet don't understand. If y'all read the bible, I'm ‘bout to reference the book of Job. If you don't read the bible, here's a quick lesson:

There was this dude Job to whom God had given everything. Job and God were tight like jeggings. The Devil told God, don't brag about how much Job loves you, when you spoil him so. Of course he loves you. So God gave the devil permission to test Job. Everything Job loved God for giving him, the Devil took away. Job felt mighty sorry for himself. He'd convinced himself that he deserved all he'd been given, and that he didn't deserve for it to be taken away. He moaned about his righteousness and worthiness while his life crumbled down. His friends came through and danced at his pity party, then scratched the record with a reality check. Job sitting up talking about what he did or didn't deserve… the truth is, seeing as we are the creation and not the creator … the concept of deserve does not compute.

It's all a gift, no matter what. Sometimes the gift appears in the form of something given and sometimes the gift appears in the form of something taken away. But truly the gift is that once we understand how to say thank you regardless, we realize the windows of heaven have always been open and blessings have always poured down.

​This week, no matter what happens, we must remember to say THANK YOU. And whether something is being given or taken away, we must open your hands.