Lunch is one me... redux.

Lunch is on me...

The first blog post I ever wrote across this pretty blog space.

[Wish i had pics of funfabsaved.blogspot.com - vintage! - photo above is mine by me!]

and since that day in december 2011, 25k+ views, 2ish years later,  I have learned many lessons. many truths. many experiances. - Some good. most bad. - most importantly though, I have grown: as a writer and a blogger and a story teller and human woman. and through this growth and through all the changes and all the experiences there is one thing I hope becomes embedded into my character and lodges itself deep within my psyche and becomes a permanent part of me.

Just be: within your own truth.

Trust your instincts, trust your gut and above all trust the one who breaths life and hope and peace and words and ideas into your heart and soul. - and give everyone else the freedom to do the same.

If I never write or utter another word again. if I had one thing and one thing only to share with the world. This would be it.

Just be: Within your own truth.

Soak up every moment for exactly what it is. a moment. Life is meant to be lived, not learned or tried, or figured out. Just live. Just be.

Just be: within your own truth.

While life is meant to be lived it can get tough to figure out exactly what that means. - The best thing I can tell you is to live within your own truth. [There are many truths because there are many experiences] -Do not try too hard to become. live. be. how you are, who you are, whose you are and why you are! - always understanding. always evolving. always growing.

May we, my fun fabulous family, never figure it out. may we never know, may we never arrive.

May we forever ride the waves of bind blowing adventure of this thing called life, may we forever soar and dream and chase and live and be.

Thank you,

Jesi Rae [formerly Ryen Lynette cooper for the OG FFS readers]

Because Being is Enough.

"When you have nothing to write about, write about your insecurities."

That's what they tell us.

and i have listened, oh how i have listened.

Because I am a writer, I write, and when i am not writing, well my souls stirs and questions. - who am I?

and as my soul stirs, and stumbles around the question of purpose and identity, I grasp at straws trying to find a way to steady my feet. Because when i have nothing to write I write about my insecurities. - and that's ok. there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. but i want more than that. because i am more than that.

I wish for the words of my mouth and the steady murmur of the rumbling of my heart to charge and inspire myself and those around me to forever chase. not a dream. not a purpose. not a person, but a call - The Call. from The One that steadily calms the pitter patter of our sweet anxious souls.

because when I have nothing to write about falling back on my insecurities is cheap, when i have every opportunity to sit at the feet of the one who is writing my story better than i ever could. when i can soak in the wisdom of the heart that spoke worlds into existence. When i have nothing to write about i can sit and listen because He is always speaking. whispering. everything i need into my stirring soul.

May I and those I may inspire forever grow in grace, never forgetting for a moment the love and value we hold simply by being. just being.

Eventually... Chicken Bacon

This is what I would title the memoir of my life.

This stunning photo belongs to Rae @ imchaskingkitetails.com - Go Spam her with Love for she is awesome!

Because waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and then receiving something as confusing and infuriating as chicken bacon seems to be the common theme in my life. and yes, if you are wondering. Chicken Bacon is as nasty as Chicken Bacon sounds. and if you like chicken bacon - pls leave a comment below. So i can pray blessing over your poor, lost, broken soul.

Yet, I always accept the chicken bacon. disgruntled and insulted. dazed and confused. my ego and confidence bruised. and that translates into a tantrum usually in the form of binge drinking and then that translates into a realization of my principles which translates into the realization that the good God I serve would never serve me Chicken bacon. but yet I always accept it. - Because Saying No Thanks to chicken Bacon makes me feel like I am giving up something of potential value. Like I am turing away a blessing in disguise, boy how we love to say that - because  there is comfort in what is tangible, accessible to the senses. but that is not faith. That is not hope and that is not what this jesus thing is all about. #FunFabSAVED. Saying No Thanks to chicken bacon in all actuality is freeing. Freeing my conscience from desperation. Freeing my hands, freeing my life, these experiences. leaving them open for the real deal Bacon. The Bacon that I asked for. The Bacon I was Promised. - Just because you are served chicken bacon, my fun and fabulous friend, doesn't mean you have to eat chicken bacon.

Letting go of the broken, the tattered and torn the compromise, saying no to desperately grasping at opportunity and begin to desperately hold on to the promise, to all of the promises. but more importantly to the giver of the promise. To stop allowing the brokenness of life swallow you up - These are the things growth is all about. These are the qualities of women with character, the kind of woman I desire To be. These are the people who Get it. These are the people who don't eat chicken bacon. because seriously, if you eat chicken bacon I H A V E assume you are a communist.

Eventually, My time Will come. Just like Joseph. Just like Daniel. Just Like You. beautifully patient You.

Until then I, and i hope you will join me, will continue to patiently wait - Because while I'm not content with being home. in this experience. in this season. - I want to always be content being with Him. Because all I ever wanna do is love Him for who He is to me…not what He does for me. Because loving him for who he is gives me the courage to stand in Who I am, what i am, why I am - without apologies or compromise.

#WeAreNotEatingChickenBacon2014