I’ve taken to calling myself a rock star on a regular basis. Not out loud or anything, just silently, to myself. It’s by far one of the best lifestyle changes I’ve made this year. A couple months ago, my counselor suggested I work on affirming myself more. (By the way, I think getting therapy is […]
I haven’t been blogging much the past month because I’ve been doing a lot of personal processing. A lot. My thoughts, beliefs, hopes, fears, insights, and regrets have been tangled together like a giant knot that is slowly loosening. And from that mess, I didn’t feel I had anything to share. I’m still in the […]
It is easy to think of destiny or calling as something that either limits us or puts unbearable pressure on us. But Christ paid a high price to set us free––free from sin, fear, shame, and death. He didn’t free us to make us slaves all over again. But so often we live just that way. As if we are still slaves.
One my biggest struggles in regard to life purpose is the tension between what could be and what is. Dreams and desires God seemed to put on my heart remain out of reach. Potential I see in myself stays dormant, for years.
When I was young, I avoided the term “calling.” I wasn’t sure I had one, and I wasn’t confident I would be able to correctly discern it if I did. I couldn’t relate to people who had a clear, concrete vision for their lives, who felt “called” to do something. To me, life was simply an open book waiting to be lived. The possibilities were endless.
At the beginning of the year, I turned 30. While the actual day wasn’t super traumatic, the process of approaching 30, rounding the curve, then finding myself in a new decade was a bit of a slow-motion slap in the face.
The Life of a Good Girl As a “good girl,” I have always known there were certain things I should do. Certain things I should be. I should be kind and considerate. I should be respectful and obedient. I should complete the tasks assigned to me with excellence. I should avoid laziness, tardiness, dishonesty, or anything that would […]
Sometimes I lie to myself and pretend I am strong. I pretend I am capable of taking care of myself, that I know what I need and am capable of obtaining it. I think it’s a survival instinct most of us fall back on. When we are hurt or disappointed, when situations collapse and people […]