Swirls of color paint the town, the time when Peace and Joy ought dance around. Healing families and giving hope, by being You and being the YOU who you are Created to be, in this life!
In this life! Now, not tomorrow. Now. We have to own it. “Own who you are.” This was a major boon and feed to my Spirit when I wrote my first book. Twenty years ago.
Own who you are. Vision’s Expression A motto for my mission. Own it. Whatever happens, I Know God holds me. In that I can find rest and grace. I no longer walk alone, Thank You Jesus.
Becky Butler
I am attending my first funeral that of my grandmother on my dad’s side. A woman who paved the ground I walk on today. A women that when I was age three her lap was a THE place to be. She chased my fears away by sitting with me through the storms and the Fourth of July Firetrucks that cranked by, winding their sirens unabashedly, but rather precarious for this now five year old. She who was rather plump, was a comfort to me. I could bury my face in her squishiness and hide from the world enveloped in her arms of nothing but love. Nothing but affection. Pure, unconditional love. And then after a severe stroke she was gone. I was six. My grandmother wore red lip stick, and not a stitch of anything to bring out her beauty, as she was Always beautiful. Always.
Becky
We all have those in our lives who have made a difference. We also have those in our lives who make THE difference. May we seek and be the difference for others as well as ourselves.
Impact! We ALL have one. IMPRINT the heart of humanity in your world, my world. Be the catalyst, transform your surroundings by shaping your outlook in this crazy, beautiful, chaotic world we call life. Intended to live, Together.
We are not meant to go it alone.
-Becky Butler
Eager to be engulfed in the astonishment of truth, Clarity breaks through even muddied hues, and confusion tastes it’s last. Understanding has come.
Life has been written and enveloped in the arms of God’s Grace. Held close is a Love of a different story. Love that lives, love that soars and love that climbs. Love that crosses the oceans and calms the storms that vie for the prize of defeat in our life. Using absolute chaos, to color everything in temperamental hues.
Where the colors don’t simply run, they evacuate. Too much to bear, colors seep out of everywhere. A dull, grunge is cast, to keep us from experiencing the rainbow of promise.
Vibrancy erected in the accomplishment of working hard, hanging in and holding on. Together, we have each other to lean on and succeed with…..Truss.
Becky Butler
