Don’t get me wrong, there is no right or wrong way to pray. If super formal communication is how you feel connected, then by all means, keep doing you. My point is that no matter how you do pray, it’s incredibly important that you do.
While God does not keep score, I tend to do so.
This past year, I started a “prayers” note on my iPhone. Whenever I feel like a threw a Hail Mary up to the literal heavens, I write it down in my notes to see where it landed, and folks, it has been life changing.
I would write things down and completely forget about them, and most of the time, I would forget that I even had the notes on my phone. What usually ends up happening is I’m going through my notes looking for my most current grocery list and BOOM all my prayers are written down.
And I’m not kidding you, each time I recheck the note, another prayer has been answered. Somethings are small, like one-time God helped me pull of a surprise for a friend, but some of them are big like the fact that I’m living in a house right now.
There is no better way to reassure your own faith then to be behind the scenes as God moves mountains.
But the even funnier thing, is that sometimes prayers do not get answered in the way you would expect.
For example, I really love singing. I had a blast getting to lead worship back when I was in college, but the church we go to now is currently just too big. So, I’d never given singing another thought.
Then a couple of weeks ago, Luke’s hometown church reached out and said they were looking for people to join the worship team they were going to start up. I immediately reached out and said I was interested.
As it turns out, the guy who was going to be leading the new team, was from my home town, went to my home town church, and helped start the campus ministry where I had fell in love with leading worship in the first place, and finally was leading worship in my husband’s middle-of-no-where-small-town-Iowa. What are the odds of that my friends.
And maybe this story doesn’t blow you away, maybe you think that something like that shouldn’t matter as much as it did to me. If that’s the case, come have coffee with me sometime and let me tell you the hundreds of stories I could tell about Hail Mary passes that became touchdowns (Did you like my sports pun? ;) ).
My mind was absolutely blown. The intricacy and attention to detail that God uses to tell the story of our lives will never not be amazing.
My point is, prayers matter. They matter because they show that you’re willing to trust. They show that you’re willing to listen, and they show that you know God’s going to show up.
I don’t believe in things like coincidences. I get this super weird feeling in my chest when what other people would consider “coincidences” happen to me. It’s not just by happenstance, it’s on purpose, and that purpose is for you and me.
So I don’t care how you pray. I don’t care if you write it down. I don’t care if you speak authentic Hebrew up to Heaven.
Pray for big things and for small things and everything in between and watch the Lord move mountains for you in ways you couldn’t write yourself.
Before anyone panics, yes we are all okay. This post is not a pity party, or a sympathy grab, and if it comes across that way, I'm definitely not meaning for it to, but there is a story I want to tell.
I've known Luke for about 3 years now, and ever since I've known him, I've come to learn that the kid has got a very sensitive stomach. I will spare you the details.
At the beginning of our relationship, we all began suspecting that something was up with his stomach. He constantly felt sick and bloated, he couldn't gain weight, and he was tired ALL the time. So he decided to consult his family physician. Who then got him an appointment with a gastrointestinologist (GI) who decided to do some scope work to determine if Luke had Crohn's Disease.
After a series of tests and scopes, the results came back mostly inconclusive. His blood work was consistent with someone who had Crohn's, but the biopsies came back negative.
Flash forward to this October, nearly 2 years later and we are married instead of dating. His stomach issues only continue to get worse. In fact, Luke was so sick during parts of our honeymoon, he had me memorize the address to our condo so that way if I had to call 911 I could tell the ambulance where to go.
As his symptoms got worse, we decided it was probably time to go get checked again. So we head back to the family physician, and during our consultation his physician says "Well, you know you have Crohn's Disease right?" We were shocked, because two years ago we were told everything was inconclusive, but right there in his file, that was his diagnosis. So they send us back to a GI specialist, but this time at a different hospital.
It's November by the time we are able to get into this new specialist, and she asks Luke sooo many questions about his symptoms and everything that has been going on for the past two years. Based off Luke's answers, they are able to rule out Crohn's' Disease (Thank The Lord) but do want to run some tests to double check everything.
We get a call in December that Luke's blood work is consistent with someone who has Celiac Disease, an autoimmune disease that makes a person's body intolerant to gluten, and suggest that he goes back in for another scope.
It's January now, and Luke's scope was 2 weeks ago. Everything went according to plan until it didn't. The scope was successful, but at some point where they took the biopsies didn't heal quite right and he had minor internal bleeding, which landed us in the emergency room Sunday afternoon, and it was there that we did get to see his results confirming celiac disease. To put it in perspective, a normal person's antibodies for this disease register at 15, Luke's number was 250.
And I am not a marriage expert, not even close, but what I do know is that when Luke came to from being under anesthesia and the first words out of his mouth were "I love you so much," I knew there was no where else I would rather be, because in reality, I didn't cross my fingers when I said "in sickness and in health," and I know if it were me laying in that bed, he would have been right there by my side too.
The second thing, is that we are incredibly lucky with where we ended up. Celiac disease is nothing compared to the Crohn's Diagnosis I thought we were facing. Or the millions of other things that could have been wrong. We are incredibly lucky, and if this is the most stressful situation we face, I would consider our lives a miracle. Celiac is entirely treatable and manageable.
The third thing, is that, I am not a good cook, not even with spaghetti, so my kitchen has been turned upside down because we are officially a gluten free family. SO maybe you're celiac, maybe you're allergic to gluten, maybe you just don't eat gluten, OR maybe you just want to help the newly weds out. If you have ANY recipes that you love or can't live without that are gluten free, snack ideas, supper ideas, anything, please send them our way.
Who knows, maybe this will become a gluten free foodie blog...
But it probably wont ;)
Anyways, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, whatever the weather, I'm sure I'll have lots more stories where these come from.
A lot of people do New Year's Resolutions, and maybe you're one of them.
I set them too, and I'll have a blog about those later, but goals for me are hard. They set up parameters that determine if you pass or fail. You either complete them or you crash and burn in week two.
In fact, research is showing that by January 12th 80% of us will have already given up on what we set out to do.
That being said, I decided to add something new to the mix this year. I've spoken with several people, and seen several articles about choosing a word for 2019.
The word can be anything. Any word that you feel encapsulates what your goals would have been, or will be if you set them.
For example, a lot of people start the year with a resolution to go to the gym more. So they set goals like, get to the gym x amount of times a week, don't eat fast food, drink plenty of water, etc.
And those goals are great, there's nothing wrong with having a specific task in mind, but there is something I see wrong right off the bat.
All of those goals are pass fail, you either get to the gym or you don't. You either eat fast food or you don't. You either drink the right amount of water or you don't.
Where is there any room for grace????
Instead of setting yourself up for a test, set yourself up for some grace.
If your the person, like me, who had a long list of resolutions that seem daunting and overwhelming, take the pressure off yourself and just pick a theme. Say something like...
"In 2019 I want to be healthy."
"In 2019 I want to be strong."
Maybe you aren't trying to hit the gym, other things work too like...
"I want to be disciplined."
"I want to be focused."
Healthy, strong, happy, disciplined, focused, organized, kind, meek, creative, successful, all of these words set your tone for 2019, and give you space to do what you need to do to maintain that theme.
There's no check boxes, or to do's just an idea of a person you want to become and it's up to you how you chose to pursue it.
I think one of the most exciting things is reflecting on you think you can meet these ideas. Maybe instead of losing 10lbs you find a great group of friends at the gym, that's still healthy.
Or instead of meeting five new people every month, you find joy in spending time with yourself. That's still happy.
Really what we need is less "I have too's" and a lot more grace.
For me, 2019 is all about growth. Growing in my faith, my love for my hubby, my blog, a business and a career.
But ask me in December what God does with my word, and I'm sure it will be better than what I had planned.
What's your word for 2019?
I've wanted to write a blog about Christmas this whole month. In fact, I had four blogs I wanted to get out, but I was so stuck on this one, and I couldn't get past it.
December should be a season of advent, and hopeful expectations, and as a writer, I really wanted a post about the true meaning of Christmas.
But here's the thing Christmas is not my favorite holiday, not by a long shot. It probably doesn't even make my top 5 favorite holidays of the year, and to all my readers out there who are about to stop reading this post because "How dare she say such a thing," bare with me, I promise I'm not the grinch.
And the more I put my thoughts into words, the more I didn't like the way I sounded.
Cue Sunday Morning's Message.
"Do you want to see through the mess? Try some humility.
That's why you can't see the glory of God because you're too proud and too stubborn. You don't listen, and you won't look."
"Okay. that hurt." I thought to myself.
"Maybe you need to take directions without complaining for once, or maybe you need to look at someone else's needs before clamoring to have your own met."
"Okay, that really stings."
"If you want God to do something great in your life, it won't come through pride. It will come through humility. So ask God 'What do I need to get a humble perspective on."
At this point, I'm literally rolling my eyes.
"Because when you ask that question, you put God on his throne, and sitting in second place next to God is a good place to be."
And finally, I got it, the reason I couldn't write about Christmas.
The reason I didn't like how I sounded, was because I sounded awful. Christmas was all about me, me, me and my, my, my.
The original post, was all about how hard Christmas is because of everyone else, because of everyone's schedule, everyone's gifts, everyone in my way at the mall. When really, it was hard because I stood in my way.
Do you think Jesus had that in his mind as a baby?
Imagine this, baby Jesus in a manager, completely pleased with himself because He has come to Earth all for the purpose of creating a holiday all about Himself. In fact, He got a whole book all about himself. All the glory to Jesus forever and ever. Amen.
But that couldn't be further from the truth.
Jesus didn't come for Christmas, and even if He did, I don't think He'd be pleased with the current result, because I hope I'm not the only one out there who struggles with finding the true meaning of Christmas behind the false packaging.
Writing your own gift list, your own grocery list, preparing your own house. It's all about you.
So yes, God wants the glory of sending His one and only son, but He only wants it if we realize we He deserves it.
Because He could have saved us in a second, but instead He sent a child.
"He who is the Creator became a creature. He who is eternal allowed Himself to be bound by time. He who is clothed in majesty was born in an animal trough. He who had spoken whole words and galaxies into existence had to depend on baby cries to communicate."
That is the true meaning of Christmas.
So yes, bring out the Christmas trees, and the gifts. Get out your snowmen, and Christmas lights.
But if you're anything like me, unless you let God become greater in your life than yourself, there's absolutely no way to see the true beauty behind Christmas.
That God so loved humankind and this earth, He sent His son, His real and physical human child, to this earth, and the best part is, we didn't even have to ask Him to. He did it because He loves us, and He wants more for us than the messiness that is Christmas time.
So let Jesus have the seat at His throne this holiday season, and enjoy being in second place.
I keep seeing posts floating around Facebook about how everyone has their own timeline, walks their own path, and it’s just really been speaking to me to the point that I wanted to take my own crack at it.
If you would have told me that at 22 years old I would be married, graduated, living in Omaha, with a dog, and a hubby from Iowa I would have literally laughed in your face.
You see, if my plan would have worked out here’s where I would be most likely. Definitely not married. I would still be in school, and finishing up my last year as a education major student teaching. I would be planning to move back to Grand Island to teach, and probably would not currently owning my dog (which is think would be the saddest part).
Life never goes as it’s planned. As the Thomas Rhett song goes “You’re making plans and you hear God laughin.”
I don’t think I’ve ever heard a line more true.
I can bet that when I'm 30, and I tell people what I thought I would be doing by age 30, I will be completely wrong again. So let me say it loud for the people in the back...
IT’S OKAY NOT TO HAVE IT ALL FIGURED OUT.
I think that your whole life is the perfect opportunity to discover new things that we are good at and new things that we love. We don’t have to know what we want to do when we are 18, or 28, or even 38, because I guarantee that what we have planned in the first place, probably won't happen exactly the way we want.
So at 22, yes I do have a job, BUT I’m also trying to get into podcasting, I’m freelancing a social media account, and possibly being a videographer for a wedding because who knows I may just fall in love with it.
Life gets boring when you think you know what you want and who you are. If you don’t give life the opportunity to challenge and change you then nothing will ever change. Do you know why?
Nothing changes, if nothing changes.
I think that pretending to have this whole thing figured out all the time, means you give up so much of your potential to something because your scared, and trust me I’m in the same boat with you.
I get scared every time I click publish on one of these blogs. I’m scared the podcast I want to do will totally flop. I’m terrified the campaign I’m running won’t be good enough, and that I’ve never run a professional camera in my life.
But I’m trying anyways, because at 22, I still have no idea where I want to end up.
We all get hung up on two very different ideas.
The first idea is that it’s too late. That we’ve wasted too much time doing something else, so to change it now would be pointless. Vera Wang wasn’t world renowned until she was 40. Julia Child started at 51. Steve Jobs was 30. To say it’s too late basically is just an excuse to give up.
And again, I am with you in this club.
The other excuse is that you have time to do it later! I’m sorry but if you are saying both of these things to yourself then you are a walking contradiction. Yes there is always more time, but if it’s something you love why wait? Well actually, I know why. It’s scary. It’s hard to come up with something new and exciting. It’s hard to believe in yourself, but it’s always worth it.
If you have something to say, then say it and get people to listen to you.
So no matter where you are in life, know that knowing exactly what you want to do is okay and all the power to you. Go out there and achieve the goals you have for yourself, but my advice to that person is to let go of some control when they don’t work out exactly as planned.
And to the person who has no idea what they want to do next, that’s okay too. Just believe in yourself and that everything will work out okay.
Let’s just all pretend we are feeling 22.
Tell me what you've been too afraid to try?
My go-to saying is "fake it till you make it."
The thing about faking it, is that we are SO good at doing it, we don't even realize that we do it anymore.
I hate to beat a dead horse with a stick, BUT this is something that's really been weighing on my mind lately. I log on to instagram every day to see some blogger or influencer talking about how "real" and "vulnerable they want to appear to their followers.
As they explain that "realness," their hair is just the right amount of messy, their makeup is just the right amount of smudged, the background of whatever photo they are taking is spotless, pristine, and white. Then they drone on and on about how they want to be real and how quirky they are behind the scenes.
And that's great if you like that kind of stuff! I love and fully support whatever face you want to show the world. That's totally your call.
But can we all just stop pretending that it's real.
If we were honest with ourselves, we all know that whatever that post was took at least 20 different shots and 15 different angles. After that, it probably went through a round of edits, and then a caption was written and re-written just to make sure the words sound okay, and are deep enough to make a statement, but shallow enough not to rock the boat.
Because being real, doesn't attract thousands of followers. Heck, being real barely attracts my own husband sometimes.
Jesus could only attract 12.
Real isnt pretty 90% of the time. The real you is the face that stares back at you the moment you roll out of bed. Morning breath, messy hair and all its glory. It's the time you have a to do list a mile long, but all that gets done is a tearful cry to your mom because you feel so overwhelmed. It's the screaming match you just had with your significant other because you're human and your feelings got hurt for the 100th time.
But what do us outsiders get to see?
A post with your perfect morning messy bun and coffee cup in hand, or a super organized photo of your laptop to do list and table all aesthetically laid out, or, my favorite, a photo of you and your S.O. from just 2 months before when everything was okay.
Truth is, I pretty much burnt the whole pan because I didn't have the correct size, but I was so moody that night for no other reason than wanting to be moody, and all I wanted was a pan of brownies. So did I share this ugly photo of the pan on my social media? Absolutely not? It's ugly, and unimpressive, but did I make sure to take an aesthetically pleasing one so I could "fake it" for this blog. Absolutely.
I'm not saying social media will ever change, and I don't think we will either. That's not what I'm asking. Sometimes life is beautiful and I think it's important we share beautiful things.
But I think it's even more important that we realize that we only ever see 10% of the real story.
Ask your friends how they are really doing, and don't forget to ask yourself that same question, because a 4x4 square will never tell the whole story.
A picture is worth 1000 words, but a person could tell you a million.
So the next time you think a person has "arrived," or "peaked," remember that each of us can only ever be human, and thank goodness because that's all we were ever created for.
But the Lord said, "Do not look on appearance... for the Lord sees not as we see. We look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart." 1 Samuel 16:7
Your bad breath? He wants it.
Your weakest moments? He wants them.
Your biggest regret? He will take that too.
And we should look for that too. Look for each other when life isn't always beautiful or even shareworthy. It's easy to "fake it till ya make it," but finding true beauty in the real is much more worthwhile.
On a day to day average, I would say I spend probably 6 hours of the day staring at a screen. Whether it be my laptop, because duh web design is all online, or on my phone because social media is highly involved in what I do. Then of course, at the end of the day I’m checking my own social media, catching up on news, or watching Netflix. My eyes usually need a break.
And of course, while I’m consuming all this media, a girl has to have some background noise. Currently I’m loving my podcasts, If I’m not feeling podcasts, it’s whatever music I’m feeling that week. If I’m not listening to music, I’m usually taking a call from a client about their site or hopping on a video conference with my team.
Over-stimulated yet? Because I know I am.
Which leads me to my point, that sometimes, you’ve got to shut it all down.
Because of what I do all day, I try to make it a point to get some quiet time in. I try to read for an hour in the morning, but usually I take my dog out for a walk around the neighborhood with one rule.
No headphones, and cell phone must be on silent.
At the beginning, it killed me not to listen to anything while I walked. I didn’t like the quiet, but the longer I continue to work with media, the more I realize how much I need it.
We weren’t designed to be the multitaskers that we are. Yes, we can multitask, but that doesn’t mean we were supposed to.
I was listening to a Podcast from “The Real Life: with Jeff and Alyssa Bethke” and it talks about this obsession we have as a current culture with being efficient and productive. Jeff goes on to talk about how humans were not made to be this productive. Machines are productive. If you want get something done faster and more productive, you buy a product. Humans are messy, we make mistakes, and we are never going to be as efficient as the machines that we’ve created to help us become these mega multitaskers.
But still we try.
There’s a line in a Taylor Swift song that goes “I’ve never heard silence quite this loud,” meaning that we never know how much silence as to say, until we sit in it.
Silence seems to scare us because when it’s quiet we have to actually hear our own thoughts and emotions, and we might not like what we hear. We chose noise so that we can check ourselves out. That’s why we use our phones at the end of the day to see how everyone else is, rather than checking in on what's going on in the inside. It’s why we put music on in the background. No silence equals no self-realization.
So the point of these walks, is not to get caught up on another podcast or album. It’s not to see what all my friends are up to on social media. It’s not even for the purpose of getting a daily work out in.
It’s time for some silence.
I’ve started to realize that while media consumption does provide inspiration, it also just leads to system overload (see my last blog “The Grass is Never Greener” for more on that.)
We spend so much time absorbing all this extra noise that we never actually have any time to process it or do anything with it. It just clogs up space.
So by taking 20 or 30 minutes of my day to not consume any extra media than I already do, I give myself permission and the space to download.
This space gives me room to figure out what my next blog should be about. It give me time to reflect on how my prayers have been answered. It shows me areas in my life that need progress. The quiet, creates space that actually matters.
“The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent. Exodus 14:14”
Being silent doesn’t mean being passive. It means reflection and self care. It means taking time for your brain to reset and refocus. The Lord will still be at work, if only you have the space for him to do so.
So the next time you find yourself in awkward silence, don’t let it be awkward.
Open a book, take a walk, and create some space.
What ways can you create some silence?
I have to tell you guys a story from a podcast I was listening to just this past week.
The podcast is called "Fierce Marriage," and has been my favorite for the past couple of months. For preface, the couple that produces it are Ryan and Selena, and they have two young daughters. In general, they focus on gospel centered conversations surrounding all things relationships and marriage.
In their most recent post, they shared a story about their daughter, and man did it strike a chord. I'll do my best to give you the synopsis, but if you want to hear the whole thing, here's the link to "Art of Appreciation."
Essentially, their daughter, age four, was being babysat at another house for the evening. When Ryan picked her up, she was just devastated (a little tired) but devastated nonetheless. She went on and on and on about how much fun she had at the sitter's, and how she wishes she could live there. She wished that all the toys that were there could be hers, and even the extent that she could have two mommies."
Ryan, was heartbroken. Not because his daughter was looking for a replacement (I mean she's four, and really needed a nap) but because she was going through something we struggle with every day as adults.
Some of us feel this in forms of craving, longing for, yearning for, lusting for, envy for.
And some of us start feeling it at, yes, even age four.
If you want to hear how the story ends (it's a really sweet ending) go ahead and listen to the podcast, but for now, I'll give you another version of that same story.
For me this was a huge eye opener. I by no means think I am a perfect human being, but I feel like I know what categories of sin are hardest for me (Impatience, selfishness, control issues etc.).
But when I was reminded of the definition of coveting I cringed and thought to myself "Let's add that to the list of struggles."
But each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by their own desire. Then desire when it has conceived gives birth to sin, and sin when it is fully grown brings forth death
Today, coveting is an everyday occurrence. We don't even think about it when we do it, and we do it ALL THE TIME, and I catch myself doing it most often on, you guessed it, social media.
Log on to instagram, see everyone's perfect 4x4 images of life. Log on to Facebook, everyone is accomplishing something. Snapchat, everyone is always doing something fun.
The Discover More feed on Instagram might as well be titled "Covet More".
I felt sick as I came to these realizations. How often do I wish my life was something else? That my hair was prettier, that I lived where the grass was greener, that I wish I had gone to school somewhere else. How much time do I wish for things that have already been set in stone? And how many times do I forget that for every decision I already made, it got me exactly here.
Here: with a husband I love, a puppy I adore, a roof over my head with my bestie, a job that makes me better.
Am I really wishing for something else???
I was able to go home last week to hang out with my younger siblings and attend the church I grew up in. During worship I was FLOODED with gratitude. I remember going to church for the first time my senior year (That's right, it took me that long to even willingly step foot in a church,) and even then, I sat in the back corner on the floor. I couldn't bring myself to sit with the rest of the kids, and the second the worship music ended, boom, I was up and out the door.
Now? That same girl has served on three mission trips, one campus ministry, and volunteers to be on worship team,
And disclaimer, I am NOT saying I have the perfect life, remember last week, I threw a box of bandaids at Luke.
What I'm saying is how can I not be grateful!
Grateful that life worked out exactly how it was supposed to. Grateful for all the progress. Grateful that if great things can come from bad times, then how many amazing things can come from the best times!
How different would our lives look if we were more focused on less on coveting, and more on being content.
Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content.
I don't know what this looks like for you, but for me, it was to stop comparing my life to everyone else. To create the standard for contentment as my life. If it is not my life, then it can't compare, because no one else can have the exact same story as me.
No one else can have the exact same story as you either.
And that's what makes this life so intricately beautiful.
The grass is never greener. Never. It's just different on the other side. You can go and visit, but you should never wish to live there.
I was going through the Starbucks line at my local shop the other day (shocker I know), and I was about to spew out my normal order I thought to myself...
"Ya know, it's a hot summer day, I'm exhausted, it's only 3pm and I have so much to do, let's make it a venti."
For those not familiar with the Starbucks lingo, a Venti would be what one would consider "a large" at any other coffee joint. Normally, a grande ( or medium) coffee would suffice. A typical medium drink for myself has 2 shots of espresso, but for whatever reason that day, I needed 4 extra espressos in my drink. Sometimes it takes a Venti.
Sometimes it takes a little more.
That particular day, it took a little more caffeine, but some days it takes a little more of different things. A little more patience, a little more energy, a little more time.
Man, talk about easier said than done. That same day, the extra shots of espresso were not enough. After running errands all day, cleaning the house, cooking, and working. I was done. I was over it, and all I wanted to do was sit down with my guilty pleasure: a bottle of wine and "Bachelor in Paradise."
However, after a quick glance at the fridge, I realized we needed a few things from the store first. Luke (the hubby) also burnt his finger that day at work, so being the dutiful wife that I am, I was just going to pick him up some bandaids at the store.
I go to the store, get my goodies, and come home. Only to drop all of it to the ground when I get home. I mean wine bottle shattered, ice cream on the floor, the whole works.
And then, I lost it. I really lost it.
Luke called from the basement to ask what was wrong, and I threw the box of bandaids at him.
That's correct. I hurled what was to be my gesture of kindness, at my own husband.
Too bad my coffee didn't have an extra does of some PATIENCE that day.
There are so many days when just a little more "something" would make all the difference.
A little more energy at the end of the day to get to the gym when we really don't want to go. A little more positivity when it's been a crummy day. A little more kindness to the grocery store clerk when you're checking out.
When I look back at all the moments that made a big difference, it's because someone chose to make a small difference with me.
Like someone buying my coffee for me, or saying I had a good hair day.
A little more feels like it takes a lot of extra effort sometimes, but think of the difference just one more deep breath would have made in the bandaid box situation. One little changed the entire outcome of the evening.
In the chaos of a moment, this can be so hard! You're already strung all the way out, you might as well just continue the downward trend right? WRONG. Take the .02 seconds and think about the one little change you can make that will make all the difference.
And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap the harvest, if we do not give up.
Sometimes it just takes a little more.
Man, does God ever put a bug in your ear that just wont leave you alone?
For me, it's a word. I feel like He tries to teach me something through just a little phrase or statement, and for whatever season, that's my theme, and this time, I just can't get it out of my head so I thought I might share it with you!
The theme is: enough.
And I've seen it pop up in a couple of different ways. So to break it down, let's do a little recap. For those of you that don't know, I recently got married (like 2 weeks ago), and recently graduated (like 2 months ago). Talk about a whirlwind. (And, excuse this third side bar, but this also might be why I haven't had a lot of time to work on the blog lately, sorry dear readers.)
And throughout this whole process, I've felt like there hasn't been enough. Enough time, enough patience, enough memories. And I feel like I just kept searching and asking for more. Until, I finally heard the words "enough."
We get so caught up in feeling like whatever we have isn't enough. Like the deadlines we have can't wait for just one second of a breath of fresh air. For me, it felt like there wasn't enough time in the day for all the things that needed done. Then, it started making me feel like my wedding day wouldn't be enough. That I wouldn't feel enough emotions, that there wouldn't be enough food, that my groom wouldn't have enough fun.
Can you believe how convincing fear can be sometimes?
My own wedding wasn't going to be enough for me you guys. Are you serious? That's the problem with our expectations. We set these standards with no real logical rubric, and then we get so caught up on meeting these expectations that no one set for us in the first place.
And so that was my prayer. That my wedding day would be enough. That nothing would be missing, and nothing would be over the top, but rather at the end of the day. I could look back and say "That was just right."
It was. It was the perfect day, all because I refused to linger on pointless expectations. I chose to be grateful, and present in every moment, and it was in that where I found my peace of mind and heart.
And then moving on to the second kicker that came with the word enough.
Sometimes, you have to say it.
There is way too much that you can get caught up in in this world. The drama, the exhaustion, the over commitment. In a world that's convinced that multi-tasking should be the first human function, it's so easy to hyper-extend your energy.
So sometimes you have to say "Enough."
You have to say no. Sometimes you have to say no to good things, and sometimes you have to say no in order to preserve yourself for something much better. I truly believe it is better to bring a full cup to one table, than to bring multiple empty cups to a variety of different ones.
Pick just one thing, and get really good at it.
Maybe you've felt this way before, and maybe you haven't, but if this is something that's been weighing on you heart, then I encourage you to dive into this verse from Corinthians 12:9.
So, whatever you're going through, or whatever day you're having, I hope that it's just enough.
To express, explain, and exclaim the lessons life continually throws at me, and my take on how to deal.