Heaven Loves Bikinis

I’ve been on an extended holiday this summer in Naples, Florida.
I packed two tummy-covering bathing suits.
After a short time I was getting pretty tan. So I had four brown limbs and a white belly.
Eventually I decided I didn’t like that. So I bought a granny bikini that covered my navel.
Then I saw the results. Four brown limbs and half a white belly.
So I went back to pick out a sunbathing bikini bottom.
After I tried a few on, I said no way and started to walk out of the store. Compared to the younger girls I felt like I had a trucker belly.
Then I thought, so what? I’ll never see these people again, but I’ll have to look at myself naked every day and be irritated that I cared more about a possible Yuk from someone else than I cared about myself.
So I bought a teeny bikini bottom. The cashier handed me my new suit in a teeny bag. It made me chuckle as I walked out the door to show my husband.
Coming around the corner I saw a foreign car go by with a license plate 7777.
That’s a big spiritual thumbs up in numerology.
Heaven isn’t found by aligning yourself to old social morals. It’s aligning yourself to joy and freedom.
