Heaven Loves Bikinis

Jenna Atkinson
Aug 9, 2017 · 2 min read
Image by Amy Humphries

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.

Hey! I’m Jenna Atkinson and I’m an intuitive. I do readings and teach how to notice and understand the signs of guidance you’re receiving.

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