Sometimes your hair is gross from not washing it and you just wear the clothes you slept in the night before and wore the day before.
God doesn’t care what you look like, the mistakes you made yesterday, the doubts you had about His healing power, the stubbornness you had when He told you to just come. He cares that you showed up...and some days that’s all you can do.
The past couple of months I have pleaded, accepted, threw fits and gave up on repeat. Through it all I could hear His still strong voice tell me “I am here, trust me”.
Trust is hard when all we want is the answer, to see the end picture and know what it all looks like.
I am more ok with not knowing the answer, but knowing Him. More. I need to know Him more.
Fear and people pleasing has stolen so much from my life, but I realize it wasn’t even stolen. It was given by me, with open hands. I give my dreams, desires, convictions, joy, passions over so quickly to please others and my own doubt. ————————————————————————-
I want to serve Him with my whole heart. Focus on who He has called me to be. I want to serve others freely. Give love and joy without expectation of return. Be open and transparent, but not be a doormat. No one said being a Christian meant letting people walk all over you. God made me strong, smart and courageous. I need to be able to be kind and strong at the same time. I need to be able to speak truth and stand up for what is right in a way that is covered in love. —————————————————————————-
I am thankful for the brokenness that this season has brought. Through the brokenness I see Him rebuilding, stripping away, pruning, cleaning house and preparing me for something greater. I hope you will join me, because I believe He has something greater for you too.