Bubble Wrapped Blessings

No Popping Allowed

Hey Sis… I have a weird and random confession… I love bubble wrap!! 🫧 You know the clear plastic stuff with the little bubbles all over it that you wrap all of your fragile stuff in when moving/shipping your things? Yes! That stuff. I seriously love bubble wrap! 🫧 Now that word “fragile”…. Whew, Sis!… it has taken on a life of its own for me. Fragile, to me, doesn’t mean weak or about to break. Fragile is how I would describe all of our most important and favorite things- the ones we want to care for and keep safe as they travel with us. Those possessions that are the most valuable, cherished, loved, meaningful and special…. The ones that should be handled with care. Nobody takes time to use bubble wrap on junk.

So I have another confession: I believe I am fragile. Me. 🙋🏻‍♀️ I. Am. Fragile. No, I’m not about to break. Quite the opposite actually… But I have found that I need to handle myself, and my business, with the utmost love, respect, and care. Because guess what else is fragile…

… my heart 🩷…

… my headspace…

… my health …

… my healing journey ❤️‍🩹…

(Other things that don’t start with “h” 🤭)

… my time ⏳…

… my energy…

… my nutrition…

… my sleep 💤 …

… my exercise routine 💪🏼…

… my relationships…

… my attitude 👀…

… my confidence…

You know what else, Sis… YOU… you are fragile and should be handled with care! Why? Because you are also worthy, valuable, important, chosen, a masterpiece and oh so loved. We ALL deserve to be treated as such … all of us. But it seems, to me, like we wrap ourselves in as little bubble wrap as possible and then try to navigate all the obstacles of life… Just hoping nothing comes along that may puncture one of those cute little bubbles 🫧and cause a very unwanted pop!💥

You know what? Some parts of ourselves we don’t even bother to wrap up in a layer of protection. We shove parts of ourselves around like one would their laundry into a suitcase- not even folded- possibly not even clean- and into a wad - where we just hope and pray that if we sit on top our suitcase we will somehow manage to get it to zip. 🙄 Then, we look around in disbelief when that messy pile explodes out of that container we’ve stuffed it into, like a Jack-In-A-Box just waiting to scare us to death. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Sis, I know we all have parts of ourselves that may need a little extra layer of bubble wrap. Some tender places that maybe already have a crack or bruise. I know I sure do. I mean, let’s face it, we all have bubbles that have been popped along the way. Sometimes they get popped by total accident, but even those bubbles don’t exactly blow themselves back up… And unfortunately some people actually enjoy popping the bubbles of others, and act as though it is some sort of sick sport. Just pop, pop, popping as they go. SMH…

But since I’m being honest, let me tell you my least favorite bubble popper... Myself. When I decide I am just going to reach down and pop my own bubbles!! 😬 Please tell me I’m not the only one that likes to take shots at themselves. 💥Pop-comparison 💥 Pop-insecurities 💥 Pop-shame 💥 Pop-guilt 💥 Pop-negativity 💥 Pop. Pop. Pop. And why?? There are some sore little bruises under my bubbles. I don’t need to be pressing on them just for fun. And neither do you. Grace is the key, Sis! For ourselves and others.

So… yeah… I’m a bit “fragile”… And cool with it. I believe it’s time I handle myself, and all my business, with the love and care I deserve. But I also am going to be striving to do the same for all of those in my world. I want to avoid popping the bubbles of other… and instead wrap them in another layer of those cute little bubbles while they are in my presence. 🫧 Feel free to join me- but whatever you do… please do not use packing peanuts. We all know those are a sorry runner up to bubble wrap! It doesn’t do the job nearly as well and none of us need that extra mess! 🤭

And just FYI- Jesus is the absolute best bubble wrap wrapper-upper!! He is the softest place to land. His arms never get tired of embracing us. His love will never stop. He will never turn his back. And He will always breathe life right back into all of our popped places! 🩷Xoxo Megan