Pink Cloud Faith

So lately, I've been wanting this Pink Cloud Rosewater Moisture Crème by Herbivore. I have other products in the Herbivore line, but I don't have Pink Cloud.

Listen to the description:
Finally, the perfect moisturizer. Pink Cloud hydrates, plumps and smooths skin leaving it with a glowing + slightly dewy finish. 
Also, it's the prettiest shade of blush pink.



It's on back order, so I know I'm not alone in coveting this.

I don't need another skin cream. Not even a bit. My drawer is filled with many capable creams and -- as good as this cream is -- I don't need it.

But I'm drawn to the idea of Pink Cloud Rosewater Moisture Crème. The unspoken promises of Pink Cloud Rosewater Moisture Crème. This particular moisturizer, in its simple design, begs to be placed on a white marble vanity in a perfectly organized ensuite. This creme (not cream!) was made for Instagram.

Pink Cloud Rosewater Moisture Crème would not be tossed into a messy cabinet with dozens of other creams. It would be used as part of a diligent skin-care regime: a simple three-step system used twice per day, guaranteeing a healthy, dewy glow.

I want my faith the same way as I want my skincare. I want a simple three step method. Morning prayer, evening prayer, unshakeable Grace. And I want it pretty: pink bibles and collar-bone flattering t-shirts that say I Run on Coffee and Jesus. I don't want messy. I don't want The Old Rugged Cross.

But faith is messy. At times, faith is more like the jumbled bathroom cabinet than an elegant three-step system. Faith is a bunch of broken people trying to cling onto the idea that we were born for better things. Faith is a bunch of broken people trying to trust in something we cannot see or touch. Faith is a bunch of broken people hurting each other, and still deciding to live in community.

Faith is also magnificent. It's water into wine. It's the alabaster jar of perfume. It's everything redeemed. Yesterday, I went to church with friends. The music was great and the preaching was great and the little kid sitting in front of us was great (nothing like a toddler going full-on Pentacostel.) It was the pale pink rose-scented creme of Sundays.

Part of creating a Joyful 2018 is focusing on these Pink Cloud moments. There's a lot of crazy going on in the world, but there's also a lot of great. Less Twitter. More Pinterest. Less Drama. More Ease.

How are you making 2018 great? What is your Pink Cloud?





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