“Comparison will cause you to be prideful or depressed but never fulfilled…” – Lisa Bevere
We’ve all felt it.
You’re walking into your favorite store in the mall, feeling pretty. The sun is shining. You’re wearing your favorite off-the-shoulder shirt.
Today you even tried brushing your hair!
Who are we kidding? Five hairstyles later and here we are… but no one needs to know that!
You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and let your gaze linger for I second or two. Not bad at all.
You blink then BAM, you see her standing there with her perfect hair, enviable curves and designer clothing.
Miss Perfect slips on a pair of Guess sunglasses and poses for a group selfie. As her friends huddle close, you can’t help but notice, her skin is flawless. No filter required.
A group of guys walks past. Heads turn. One of them trips and falls into a kid with an ice cream cone. The kid starts wailing.
You wish it was socially acceptable to join him.
Man-bun Manny behind the counter is eye-balling Miss Perfect, probably figuring out the best way to snag her number.
You decide to leave and avoid the mirror on your way out. Your joy fizzles out like flat pop. The rest of the day, you try pulling yourself away from the thoughts.
If only my life looked like hers, then I would be happy.
Yeah, I’ve been through it and it SUCKS.
Maybe you don’t have the hots for Manny but whatever reason your joy bubble has been popped, it is SO important to get it back.
And it is possible.
Tell God you’ve been comparing yourself to others. Nothing you say surprises Him. Talk to Him about the way you’ve been feeling. Let Him know how inferior you feel.
Apologize for believing lies. This makes room for truth.
Focus on the truth.
— You were made with the precision of God’s hand. He is MESMERIZED by you – Psalm 139:14
— There’s a reason why you are you. God made you JUST the way He wanted to – Jeremiah 29:11
— God is kind of like that crazy friend at the party. He actually sings and dances because He’s so excited about you! – Jeremiah 20:11
Ladies, it may seem weird but it’s true: you will find confidence when you aren’t focusing on you. Stop looking at your “insufficiencies” and start looking at the beauty He sees. It will set you free from comparing yourself and launch you into a world of peace and JOY!
With much love,
Your choice to believe truth will shift your thinking and your world. You are made of powerful stuff.
It’s really nice when things aren’t perfect.
When life isn’t exactly what you want it to be it makes you stronger, makes you wish for something more, makes you work harder.
That’s kind of why I like snow.
Snow reminds me that I don’t have it all together, even when I think I do. I may want to drive 100 km an hour on the road but I can’t. I will slip and slide. I will spin out, no matter how good a driver I think I am.
The icy touch of winter’s finger reminds me of my incorrigible impatience as I bustle to get indoors. I ask myself, “how often do I sit in my discomfort and allow things to simmer?” Seriously, how long is this going to take?!
Once I am outdoors for a while, freezing my pinkies off, I start to remember the pain other people go through as they trudge through the snow, with no home in sight.
Snow reminds me of my responsibility to have empathy and give to the downtrodden. They are beautiful souls, sometimes wrapped in rough packaging, but deep down they are just the same as me, in need of mercy, grace and unconditional love. In need of food, empathy and a place to lay their heads.
Snow reminds me of the slew of impure ways of thinking that used to toxify my mind and how they don’t anymore. The crisp white reminds me of the fact that I am clean, I am free, I am redeemed from all those the sins that once bogged me down.
As I stick out my tongue and feel the snowflakes melt I am reminded that when others gave their lives to Christ, their sin died to Him. Even though we all make mistakes, we don’t see those people as mistakes. We see them as glorious, dignified royalty, beloved by God and favored by all. We see them as sons and daughters of the Most High God.
I am reminded of my identity as a Princess and Beloved. When I look at the snowflake and see its design I know that God puts all things together so perfectly. The One who fabricated the perfect, little snowflake began something good in me and will see it through to the end.
When you look at the snow what do you see?
I don’t like games.
I should rephrase this to be a little more accurate.
The real trouble is this: I really, really, REALLY hate losing.
When I was a little girl, I would experience tonnes of inner turmoil and trepidation if I didn’t do something right, if I didn’t come out on top, if I wasn’t the best at something.
I think this “perfectionistic complex” really flared up when, as a pre-teen, I moved in with my grandparents. As I was uprooted from my parents, many well-meaning adults told me how fortunate I was to be taken in by other members of the family and that I should be grateful. In the meantime, my tender heart was pierced and bleeding, throbbing and wishing for nothing more than to grieve the loss of both my parents.
…you should be grateful…
Amidst the confusion that came along with a family splintered into dozens of unreachable pieces, my heart was never given the chance to grieve. I felt like there wasn’t time for me, instead, I had to shoulder the pain and move on for the sake of others. In other words, I had to act like I had it together so others wouldn’t be burdened by me.
As a disclaimer, I don’t say all of this for the sake of a pity party, I say if for a point that will be helpful to you. So please, stick with me.
In all honesty, I never felt like a part of my family. Instead, I always felt like a separate entity. In desperation, my heart told me: if you do something to tick them off, you’re out. Remember that and you’ll be just fine.
…if you do something to tick them off, you’re out…
As time when on, the anxiety worsened and crept up in sports, music and dance. I dropped many activities because I was terrified to fail and let others down. Fear crippled me. I wound up in the hospital, while I was in the downward spiralling, addictive process of trying to “perfect” my body.
As the years have rolled on, that fear never really went away. If anything, it worsened and manifested in different ways. My feelings about my outward appearance, the way I conducted myself with others and the occupation I was working towards became quick and easy targets.
This desire to get everything perfect in relationships, career and school drove me away from any kind of risk, even calculated ones.
Just yesterday, I was listening to a message by Kris Vallotton. Kris was talking about an interaction he had with a follower of his, we’ll call him John. The young man was immersed in sexual sin and having a tough time accepting God’s love because of these struggles.
The whole situation resonated well with me.
See, that fear, although it has lessened in the past couple years, still permeates little pieces of my story. There are days when I don’t feel like approaching God because I don’t feel like I’m going to get my words perfect. There are some days when I don’t feel worthy to come to God because I don’t have it together. In short, I understand the young man’s struggle.
There are some days when I don’t feel worthy…
Ultimately, Kris’s response to the young man was really what hit home. Kris did not start writing a checklist of all the things his follower should do. Instead, he moved as the Holy Spirit led and took John in his arms. They sat like that, Kris, like a good father, with his arms draped over his “son”. At the end of fifteen minutes, the young man dropped to the ground and started bawling. He told Kris he had never experienced love like that, the love of a father.
As time went on, that love was what helped heal John’s heart completely. Once he realized how loved he was by Father God, the things he did that didn’t honour God melted away, like dross exposed to purifying flame.
Perfect love casts out all fear!
Through a lot of trial and error, I have come to find that the only remedy for the perfectionistic tendencies is love, perfect love, unconditional love straight from my Heavenly Father’s heart. When I am not feeling good enough or when I am afraid to try something new because I might fail, I stop, wait and listen to the sound of my Father’s words: “there is nothing that will separate you from me. You are perfect, loved forever. I died for you. I live for you. Katie, you’re perfect and so pleasing to me. You are perfect. You are perfect. You are perfect.”
…the only remedy for perfectionistic tendencies is love, perfect love, unconditional love…
When the words aren’t enough, sometimes I will ask Him to show me how much He loves me. Yesterday, in my exhaustion, He sent a father figure to tell me how proud He is of me. He also sent my favourite little red and black insect, a ladybug to land on my writing notebook. Yeah, I was crying a lot yesterday.
As you go about your day, I pray those same truths over you. Know that you are loved despite your many imperfections and beyond your wildest dreams. Know that you can call on the Father at any time and He will show you His passion for you, trust me <3
“Cast all your cares on the Lord, because He cares for you.” 1 Peter 5:7
With much love,
Picture this: you’re at a party, sitting on an oversized cushion with some friends. The music is on point; the conversation between your bros flows like water. All is well. You lift your cup to your mouth and look out over the sea of people BOOM. There she is, golden hair glistening in the overhead strobes. That smile of hers brighter than any sun you’ve ever seen. She’s gorgeous. All the guys are looking at her and she’s looking at… you (cue Rihanna and Mr. Calvin Harris). Instant connection. She walks over with her friend and starts a conversation. You can tell you’re not the only one intent, fixated on her every word. She smells like a bed of roses and is the epitome of beauty itself. The two of you look deep into each other’s eyes. Fireworks start exploding in the background.
Magical, right? Corny? Perhaps. I mean, where they heck did the fireworks come from? You’re probably in some dude’s basement…
Please humor me and picture this: the next day you’re staring at the blonde beauty’s number in your phone. Should you call her? She’s beautiful, smart and hilarious. You’ve known her for a couple years before the party but this is the first time she’s noticed you. You’re super attracted to her but should you do something about it? Should you ask her out?
My friends, the situation can be daunting, no matter which side of the gender coin you’re on. I’ve been asked questions about how to start a relationship and would love to share some of my biggest fears when I dove into dating. Although I’m almost 100% certain your situation will be different than the one I have described bear with me. I think this advice is beneficial for anyone, no matter what your situation might be.
- What if they aren’t the one? I don’t believe there is one person for you! I’m not advocating for expedient divorce in the future but I am saying: don’t worry (Matthew 6:8) about missing out on the experience of a lifetime with that one person. I believe there were other men I could have married and things would have still been beautiful. The main point: don’t freak out because you think you’ll miss the chance of a lifetime if you don’t date someone. God works things for the good of those who love Him. He’s in the business of doing that. I promise.
- What if I waste years dating someone I’m not going to marry? Everything boils down to this: your relationship with God is where everything else flows. Intimacy with the Creator is friendship. He will direct you and let you know where you are to go when you are spending time with Him, seeking to know Him and listening to what He already says to you via His word. If you don’t have this intimate relationship with Christ first, PLEASE pursue Him before pursuing a relationship with someone else. When you do, He will lead you in a way that is most beneficial to you and your growth.
- What if I’m not ready for dating? Subconsciously we all know what is good for us and what isn’t. If you do not think you should be dating someone because you struggle with addictions or are having some deep emotional shifts or in a season of your life where you find personal growth exponentially more pertinent than communal growth, then don’t feel bad when you say no. That person will understand. Even if they don’t, they will move on. It’s also important to keep in mind that we over spiritualize things at times. When you start dating someone it’s for marriage, yes but that doesn’t mean you MUST marry the person. Please hear me out: You are getting to know them. It’s not a zillion year long commitment that you’re signing up for. When you say yes to the fancy dinner date you aren’t selling your soul to the devil… totally different processes ;P I wouldn’t know.
That’s all for now, my friends! If there’s anything you would like me to write on please let me know. I am super open to suggestions and would love to take a shot at answering questions that are relevant to those I love and care for.
Cheerio for now!
I stare up at the gray clouds with a realization daunting as a sea storm, I am about to be humiliated and die brutally in front of thousands of people. The pungent smell of blood rises from the sand beneath my feet, it soaks into my sandals. The roar of the massive crowd echoes across the arena, drowning the snarls of the caged lions to my right. Two gatekeepers stand near the barrier keeping the giant cats from entering the arena.
A scruffy legionary unsheathes a dagger and tilts it down, at my neck.
“This way. Move.” As I step closer to the Emperor’s stand I glance up at the crowds. Their mouths twist grotesquely, a thirst for death evident in their eyes. Their thunderous cries are repetitious, cruel and terrifying as they chant, “kill her, kill her.” The dark clouds move closer, the smell of a storm hangs in the air.
The soldier grabs my long braid and pulls me to the ground. Pain shoots up my knees, tears and sand sting my eyes. I glance up to see the Emperor, draped in purple and gold. His rings glint as he waves to the crowd. He stares down at me as he sinks into his seat. The man’s strong body, sharp jaw and deep eyes are famous for their ability to grab the hearts of the Romans, even a few Jewish women fell beneath his spell. I now see why. The Emperor, only a few years older than me, truly is beautiful.
The soldier slaps the back of my head, making me bite my tongue. “Don’t look at him until he asks you to.” Sand cakes my lips and mixes with the blood in my mouth. I look down at the dirt, humiliated, knowing my life is at the mercy of the Emperor.
The Emperor’s loud voice booms across the sands and into the stands. “Girl, you claim to follow the Way? This is your crime?”
I look up to match his gaze. “Yes.” Boos and hisses erupt from the crowd. A piece of rotten fruit is tossed at my head. It meets its target. The juice stings my eyes. I squeeze them shut. The soldier slaps my head again and tilts my chin up.
“Pay respect to your Emperor.” I force my eyes open.
The Emperor’s dark eyes casually study my tomato stained face, shredded tunic and bruised limbs. “Brutus, if you dare touch her once more I’ll feed you to the ravenous hippos.”
The legionary backed away from me. “Yes, my Lord.”
The Emperor’s eyes meet mine. “Beautiful girl, I have a proposition to make of you.” The sounds of the people grow quiet. I’ve never been in an arena such as this one but from the reaction of the crowd, I assume this doesn’t happen often.
I steady my rapidly increasing breaths. “Deny your faith and you will be granted the riches of my house, the pleasures of living with the Emperor of Rome. Who could deny such a generous proposition?” He makes a sweeping motion with his arm and the crowd roars to life.
His white teeth flash as he studies the crowd, still addressing me. “Just deny your ridiculous faith and it’s all yours.”
“Ketura! Ketura!” I search for the strained voice calling my name and see my older sister in the stands just below the Emperor. She leans over the seat in front of her, a terrified grimace plastered onto her chalked face. Another girl, dressed in Roman garb stands next to her, smirking.
“Choose him! Choose him! Don’t lose your life, gain it back!” I stare at my sister, her long hair twisted into a Roman knot, decorated so beautifully by the slaves of her powerful friend. She had been drawn away from the Way long ago when I first started taking interest in the legacy of the man-God named Yeshua.
I look at the top of my hands then study my palms. They have been crafted, not by rulers and their incentives but by a God who laid the patterns of the stars. The same God who gave His life for me. The same God who required the same from me.
The Emperor’s deep voice commands my attention, this time with less volume. “Look at me.”
“Your God asks too much of you. Come, be with me. I will ask much less and give so much more. My only objective is your delight.” I ignore my sister’s excited screams and study the elaborate, gold embroidery on his tunic, his strong arms and the golden crown nestled in his dark hair. He is a picture of health and beauty, a quintessential symbol of the all-powerful Rome. The arena is silent. Women and men alike lean over the sides of the railings, waiting for my answer.
“I… I can’t.”
His eyes darken. “You think you can deny god what is already his?”
I swallow the blood and dust in my mouth. “I serve only one God and you are not him.” The Emperor looks at me with those deep eyes, shaking his head. He rises to address the crowd.
“What should be done to her?”
The stunned silence quickly morphs into hissing, booing and spitting. More throw rotten fruit and vegetables are thrown from the stands. The same death sentence once screamed over me returns with great fervor, “kill her, kill her, kill her!”
The Emperor feigns pity. “Well, my beauty. What a waste. The people have spoken. Guards, release the beasts.”
“You’re as stupid as they come.” The soldier standing beside me snarls before jogging to an exit nearby. The gatekeepers unlatch the iron bars keeping the animals at bay. The cats scramble onto the sand, one lioness’s eyes scan the arena then lock on me. Screams of approval erupt from the crowd. My knees lock, drops of rain splatter onto my exposed shoulders. I stand slowly and lift my arms into the air. The cat approaches me, licking its lips. I look at the Emperor, on his face is a sardonic grin.
My sister’s excited screams have turned into wailing. “Ketura! No!” I turn to face her, taking one last look.
“Sister, choose life! Remember what Abba used to teach us. You have to die so you can live.” A piercing pain overtakes my shoulder. I scream as the beast pulls me onto my back. Hot, wet breath hovers over me, the smell of hell itself.
As I scream to the heavens, water fills my nose and mouth. “Elohim! Your will be done.”
Another stab of pain takes over my leg, then the other leg, then my neck. I fade from the darkness, the pain and mud into the most brilliant of lights. Bright, shining beams of light that reverberate through my skin and into the air around me. All is still. Singing. Melodious and joyful sounds surround me. Warmth spreads through my stomach and into my heart. There is no more pain, no more suffering. I laugh. I start to sing. The warmth deepens and spreads through my entire body. I feel someone approaching my right and turn.
A figure, dressed in white robes emerges from the light. In his hand is a crown, bright and brilliant. It is more beautiful than anything worn by the prestigious of Rome. The tall man places it on my head and holds my face with strong hands. His eyes hold galaxies. I collapse in his embrace and weep as he holds me.
“Well done my girl, well done. Your life has just begun.”
Recently, I sat at my window staring out at the birds. It didn’t take long before the neighbours idiot dogs started yapping. I slowly sipped on my poo coloured, chocolate flavoured smoothie, anticipating the glorious quiet my recently purchased dog silencer would bring to the neighbourhood.
After taking in a couple deep breaths I cracked opened Alex’s bible. It had been a while since I read it paperback form and even longer since I had used my own (moving blues).
“God what do you want to talk about today.”
Fear. Katie, today we need to talk about fear.
I was a little surprised at His response, thinking we would be working on something more along the lines of patience…perhaps that one is for tomorrow…
Following His prompt, I picked up my pen and wrote, what do I fear, Father? There was a brief pause followed by a slew of situations where I have felt fear, most of them I have experienced since my teen years. One out of the large list hit me the hardest.
Fear of rejection.
Lord, how the heck do I get rid of this? I flipped to the index on the back of the Bible… fears. The verses that stood out most to me formed a beautiful pattern that I have put into, what I call, “freedom steps”. These “freedom steps” helped me move away from holding on to fear and anxiety. They propelled me towards freedom in Christ.
This is what they look like:
Step 1: hear and believe who God is.
Isaiah 35:4 says – “Be strong, do not fear; your God will come. He will come with vengeance; with divine retribution. He will come to save you.”
God is VERY interested in coming to save you at a time that is most conducive to your well-being and the glorification of His name. In the meantime, He tells us to not fear, no matter how dire the circumstance might look. Trust that He cares and will come for you. Do not fear when people reject you, the Lord will come and bring His perfect justice into the situation. He is a Father who loves and protects. He will avenge you.
In the meantime, He tells us to not fear, no matter how dire the circumstance might look. Trust that He cares and will come for you. Do not fear when people reject you, the Lord will come and bring His perfect justice into the situation. He is a Father who loves and protects. He will avenge you. He will bring people who love you and respect you, you only need to ask Him for this and wait on Him.
Step 2: run to Jesus when life is falling apart.
John 14:27 – “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give it to you as the world gives (that is fleeting and momentary). Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”
Jesus left us with His incredible peace. Seek Him and the peace He gives freely, not the fleeting pleasures the world has to offer. The happiness and peace that money, fame, relationships and status give are momentary and will come crashing to the ground. Those things may tempt you into thinking they will give you peace but they can’t. They are not enough to fill the God sized holes in our hearts. Relationship and friendships won’t fix our fear of rejection but Jesus will. Run to Him and His truth before anything else as He is the only One who will truly satisfy.
Step 3: have faith, believe He cares about you and act on it!
1 Peter 5:7 – “Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.”
Giving our worry to the Lord is a constant act of faith. We can choose to hold on to our concerns and allow them to manifest in anxiety and other disabling ailments or we can be bold, take a leap of faith and give them to a God who cares for us.
So, to answer the underlying original question: is it possible to be free from fear of rejection?
With God, anything is possible. So, yes. Definitely. It’s up to us whether or not we choose to pursue the One who brings ultimate freedom.
Have you ever rolled out of bed in the morning, sprung up, studied your bleary-eyed reflection in the mirror and said to yourself, “you know what? I don’t feel human today; I must not be human.” You’re probably giving me an eye roll and baulking, “yeah! All the time Katie.” Yeah, said no one ever.
Okay, I’m not going to make light of the situation at hand but it’s important to realize what we are agreeing to when we abide solely in our emotions and feelings about something.
We agree to super untrue things all the time. How often do we look in the mirror and think, “holy… I am an ugly piece of work”? Or on the other end of the spectrum, “wow, look at these curves; better make sure I maintain them, otherwise people won’t like me as much as they do now.”
Those are both untruths; albeit on opposite ends. Regardless of which side you digress towards, if what you are saying does not agree with what God says about you and your situation, you are repeating Satan’s lies over yourself. There’s no in between. There’s no middle ground. We are in a war and the king of lies wants to tear you apart, it’s a battle strategy and it works, if we let it.
Use God’s Word as it is, a weapon of destruction, a sword of truth. Choose to stand firm in what it says. Listen to what He says about you, not what the world wants you to believe about your identity.
The verse I meditate on regularly has brought me more freedom than I ever thought possible and I am honoured to share it with you, “I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.” Psalm 139:14
Repeat it, ask God for help to believe it, soak in it, be changed by it then use it to bring hope to a dying world. This is basic stuff but it’s foundational to a life of peace, joy and power; all the things I desperately wish for you to experience, the things that will help you live life like you never thought possible.
With much love,
He and I sit alone together, staring out at the expanse of the ocean. Spinning cosmos and sprinkles of stars dance in the far distance. Eager waves toss and crash into the rocky crags beyond. It’s a beautiful sight but the mood in our meeting is different this time. Solemn. Sad. He looks at me, his eyes wrought with grief.
“Katie, they will one day know who True Love is.” I nod solemnly and look out to dolphins jumping. Their synchronized dance pulls at my heart. It’s all so perfect and yet people did not see my Father’s creative hand in it. Anger started to stir in my gut.
“Father, You made everything so perfect, yet they don’t see it. They say You are hateful and unjust. A giant bigot with overbearing rules.” A picture of Jesus, beaten, dripping with blood and struggling for breath flashes through my mind. We both stop. Breathe. The anger dissolves as He tenderly takes my hand. I remember sin and death and impending doom were beaten the day the Son of God was killed for mankind.
He smiles. “It is finished.”
Yes, the evil one’s plans were abolished on the day the Son of God was killed for mankind but still…
“Father, how can You still love people who mock You and spit in Your face? You’re so perfect and Holy and they don’t see it. You only want the best for them and yet they abhor You. It’s not right! It hurts me so much.”
He pulls me close, into the warmth of his shoulder. “That is the definition of true love Katie. It is unconditional. It doesn’t change based on what they do and don’t do. I will always love them.”
I stare out at the ocean and snuggle deeper in His embrace. I want to understand True Love and feel it. I want to be that kind of love for people, just like my Best Comfort and Provider is for me. I want to be an image of my Father.
God, would You please help me love those who mock You and berate Your name. Father, would You show them Your unconditional love for them and pull them close to You, just like You do for me.
I love You because You loved me first <3
Two days ago, a Christian publisher contacted me about signing my YA novel, The Fisherman’s Daughter, with their company. My heart leaped for joy but, just as quickly, sunk with trepidation. A week prior, I had read bits and pieces of my first novel with hopes of reviving it from the dust. After my brief, incredibly analytical survey, I determined it wasn’t good enough to send out into the world.
Nonetheless, my excitement at the publisher’s interest clouded my judgment for a brief period. During that hour, the publisher and I set up a phone call. After considerable thought, I was prepared to let her know that my book wasn’t good enough and that I didn’t want people reading it.
Much to my delight, and surprise, she told me my work had been chosen for a couple of reasons. Reasons being, it was fresh, good material with convincing characters and twists. She let me know that they wanted to work with me to polish my humble piece of art and make it really shine.
Point being, our feelings aren’t always indicative of reality. Just because I thought the book wasn’t good enough to be published, does not mean it wasn’t. Just because you feel like you will never succeed does not mean it’s true. When your mind tells you that you won’t overcome temptation, disregard the thought. He has not given us more temptation than we can bear. Just because your family seems impossible does not mean God will not give you the grace to overcome the pain of a broken world.
When you find yourself staring at something that intimidates you or makes you feel inadequate, remember: you have been made by the hand of a majesty, powerful, God. That same God wants to see you excel in the gifts He has placed in you. He wants you to be in a relationship with Him, the kind of relationship that brings life, joy and peace to a hurting world. He wants you to thrive and has given you the tools to do so.
Run to Him, lean on Him when you feel weak and inadequate. He’ll never disappoint you when you run after Him with all of your heart.
Sometimes I hesitate to talk to God. Usually, it’s because my perfectionist tendencies get the better of me. They say: you haven’t woven together an elaborate prayer to bring to Him. He doesn’t want to hear you. You’re not good enough, not intentional enough. You haven’t carved out enough time to make the conversation worth His time.
Then, when I actually work up the nerve to talk to Him I always receive a response that is as warm as a ray of golden sun, “come to me. Just as you are Katie.” His grand smile stretches to the expanse of the heavens as He helps me up on His lap. I watch in awe as Dad moves the stars with a gentle command. All of the elements are in His control. His warmth envelopes me. I can feel the overwhelming heat of the smile in His eyes.
He loves me.
Daddy. Father. Abba. Creator of Heaven and of Earth. Eternal. Mine. And we are His.
Amidst or imperfections and in the busyness of life, we can sometimes forget who God is. Take time to spend time with Him. Get to know Him better. Understand that He is in command of Your day and the calm in your darkest of storms.
Know that He sees you, loves your despite all your faults, is on your side and marvels at the greatness He has placed in you.
He is your Father and He loves you.
A tremble shook the stones beneath me and the cavern’s walls on all sides of me. Large chunks of rock disconnected from the ceiling and came crashing to the floor. The fall echoed through the cavern and blacked out most of the light my main mode of exit. One more complication in a slew of abounding difficulties. My horse had taken off as soon as I had arrived at the caves, unlike me, she wasn’t a fool and could sense something wrong. Now I was alone, trapped, hunted and slowly losing hope for life. Had I not made enemies none of this would be a problem. Unfortunately, as royalty bound to a warring country, there was no escaping the fact that people would abhor me, hunt me and kill me for their own desires.
Many years ago, before I gained adulthood and a mind of my own, my mother would tell me,
“Cassia, you are meant for more. The war will end. You will be free.” She was so wrong. My mother is dead. Our country is not free. I am as angry, frustrated and bitter as ever. And now, I am being pursued by the people who are threatening to overturn the nation of Yisrael. They have killed my mother, two brothers and sister. Now they are coming for me.
When they invaded the courtyard of the palace three hours ago, I was in the gardens with my father, heard the screams and saw my sisters’ throat being sliced in two. Father and his men gave me no choice but to escape on horseback while they went back to fight. Although Abba is a warrior, well-versed in the art of attack, he probably isn’t alive anymore. I have been thinking about that fact for what seems like an eternity.
What disturbs me most is that I think all these things with little emotion. I am numb, lost and exhausted. I am all the things a princess of the king should never be. But I am no hero, I am no savior. If anything, I need a savior. I need something to trust in.
I believe in Elohim, the Lord of my people. I think there is someone out there so much bigger than me. But I doubt the care and love all the religious leaders have tried to drill into my head. I’m not supposed to say that; my mother would never hear it. But I really do have questions. How could Elohim, the Creator of goodness and light, subject His people to such darkness as murder, pain and war?
I doubt Him.
Boom. Snap. Lightening, thunder. The ground and walls shake again, this time with more power. Another chunk falls from the ceiling and almost lands on my leg. I drop and roll, the rock clips the right side of my thigh, leaving a gash. I want to scream but can’t. If I am going to survive I will have to stay quiet. I will also have to move out of the caves. Unfortunately, relocating will most likely place me directly into the enemy’s line of sight. The sea was right below the cliffs. If I could make it there and run the perimeter into Galilee I would have more shelter. But could I make it?
Boom. Crack. Rumble. Dust, splinters and pieces of debris flew in all directions as a massive rock came crashing from the ten-foot ceiling and onto the stone floor. I needed to move. I edged my way to the opening where the first rock had crashed and peered out. A flock of soldiers stood at the perimeter of the water, scanning the cliffs for any sign of life. I quickly retreat back into the cave. If I walk into their line of sight I would be committing suicide. Unless… I swallowed hard and peered out again. No archers. Good. Well, better. My heart jumped as one of the enemy soldiers screamed at the top of his lungs in Greek. “Exerchomai! Come out!” My heart started to pound. I started sweating. They knew I was here. How did they know? Did they know which entrance I was in? If they wanted to, they would search until they harvested results. This army took no prisoners, ever.
Crack! Boom! Another rock clattered down from the ceiling. It wouldn’t be long before the entire structure was brought to nothing. I had seen it happen before, when my brother and I were exploring these caves. I picked up my robe, held my head high and stepped into the light. If I was going to die, at least I would die of my own volition. I would not be hunted down like an animal and killed for sport.
One of the men stabbed his finger in my direction. “There she is!” I stood frozen. I couldn’t run. There was no point in fighting. It was over. I was dead. Two of the men ran in my direction, grabbed my arms and yanked them behind my back. Their cord cut into my flesh as they zipped it tight.
“Where are you taking me?” The soldier cocked an eyebrow and looked me up and down but didn’t answer me.
“I demand to know where you are taking me!” His ringed finger slapped my face, slicing a cut into my cheek. I grit my teeth.
“I don’t care what you demand. No one does anymore. Let’s just say, it’s going to be a little surprise.” I clenched my jaw and stumbled along as they led me from my hiding place.
Boom. Crash. A peal of thunder boomed and flash of lightning ripped across the dusky sky. With a loud crash, the cave, my last piece of security, collapsed into pieces. An apt, timely metaphor of my life. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Everything that had once held me together had crumbled into jagged, cracked pieces.
All I can do is catch tiny glimpses while being dragged away. I glanced at the strong arm of one of my captures. What were they going to do to me? Without a doubt, it would be worse this way than if they had killed me. And there was no way I was going to free myself. Given the lack of control I now held, was it possible that all the pieces be fused together again?
I couldn’t help but doubt it.
When I scramble and stress, trying to be the best it freaking drains me. When I chose to not pause and see what You see in me, it paralyzes me. When I stayed worried about the scary drive ahead, I wasn’t trusting that You, Father, would protect me. Instead, I buried myself in endless streams of newsfeeds and Youtube videos. It never works.
Despite my foolish choices, You stand beside me with Your strong hand on my shoulder and You said, “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”
The moment You showed me my passion but I took the route that made money instead I did so because I didn’t think you would provide for me. You didn’t reprimand me. Instead, You led me to my office window, twisted open the curtains and gently lifted my chin to look at one of the chubby robins. “Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?”
When I allowed hopelessness in my situation to consume me, it’s because I didn’t believe You would ever get me out of my mess. You looked me in the eye with that wild yet gentle gaze of Yours, Your strong hand on your sword. “The LORD your God is in your midst, A victorious warrior He will exult over you with joy, He will be quiet in His love, He will rejoice over you with shouts of joy.”
When I was super worried about putting on a bathing suit because of what people would think, I wasn’t remembering that were the One Who made me and You do all things perfectly. You pulled me into your lap, held me tenderly and stroked my hair. You reminded me of the fact that You made me perfectly. I recited what you have said to me thousands upon thousands of times. “I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.” You always smile so wide when I say those words. It always makes me grin and laugh too.
After giving You my fears and worries I sit in Your cloud of great peace, remembering the truths You have spoken over me, over us. Father, today I choose to give the things that cause anxiety and give them to You. Today, and tomorrow and the next for the rest of my life I will speak truth to the situation and not let my feelings get in the way of Who You are.
I love you into eternity Dad.
Models on runways, pop idols tearing up stages, CEO’s raking in million after million, Instagramers with truckloads of followers… fame, fortune and followers. Ah, what a life. I used to want what they have. Then I took a closer look and realized something.
This world has way too many superstars.
Please don’t get me wrong, I respect hard work and dedication. A Spirit of Excellence is a wonderful thing but, as we see in tabloids all the time, it can turn sour if it’s being used to bring glory to the person honing it.
If you’re anything like me and you catch yourself feeling like you haven’t accomplished much because you don’t have fame, riches and followers, I urge you to stop and reevaluate. Consider this: which people have had the biggest impact on your growth as a person?
Maybe some popstars came to mind for you. None did for me.
Instead, I thought about the teachers who cared for me, took me for coffee, bought me books on writing and submitted my work to competitions. I thought about my mother, who has done so many things for me I don’t even know where to start and my grandparents. I think of the girl at the insurance office who told me I was pretty when I felt uglier than a bald cat or the writing mentor who didn’t give up on me. I think about the friends who listened to me and let me ugly cry into their beautiful clothes.
I’m telling you…
The people who leave a mark for eternity are the ones who journey beside us, down the messy path and through hardships. They are not the gods on their plinths, smiling down on their pathetic subjects. They are like Jesus, walking along the dirty roads, gathering dust in between their toes and holding close the untouchables. They are the people who are surrendered to God’s Spirit and sent out to love people unconditionally, not be their idols.
It’s not a popular idea.
Yes, fame and flashy things are what the world values. But the King who created this earth, He thinks about things much differently. He might call you to lead a large ministry or do something that gains global recognition but the point is this: the world doesn’t need more superstars. That is people who work solely for their value and the approval of others. So, please don’t strive for that. It is a path that will leave you so empty.
What the world REALLY needs are people willing to lay down their lives for whatever God has planned. The world needs life. And ironically, life comes from death to self.
It is when we lay down our selfish desires and embrace a relationship with God that we can truly life and bring joy, peace, freedom and life to all those around us.
When you question how valuable it is to die to self and live a life for God, remember this. One day, every knee will bow and every tongue will confess that there is a God. We don’t have time to care if millions of people like us and follow what we do. Time is short and we have the greatest gift in the Universe.
Ourselves, sacrificed to God’s purposes, the best of purposes.
Let’s share it.
Fragrant, white flowers cascade over a casket of deep oak. Thousands of black-clad onlookers gaze pensively at the holy man. He talks about your memories of your life and the purpose of theirs. The mood is somber and makes for reflection. Just as the funeral crowd didn’t, we don’t think about death often but one day we will all be there, in that casket with no life left in our lungs.
Depressing much? And on a Monday? Katie, what the heck is wrong with you?
What if I told you that death was a good thing, an exceptional thing? The only way to truly living?
Let’s look at it this way, in a cat fight, sometimes it’s tough to be the “better woman.” If you know what I mean? Someone insults you, lies about you behind your back, says hurtful things to your face and you’re left standing there with shreds of skin hanging from your limbs and blood pooling at your feet.
Maybe that’s a little melodramatic… but maybe it isn’t.
I don’t know about you but whenever that kind of thing happens to me it feels like massive, fleshy chunks of pride are being extracted. I think most of us would agree that that is what happens after someone attacks someone who is alive. Ligaments tear, bones break, skin separates and bleeds. Pain, pain, pain.
What would happen if the person who was attacked wasn’t alive? Do the dead feel pain and bleed? Do the deceased horde knives and stab themselves with them whenever mention of the incident raises its ugly head? Nope. Because they are dead. No duh, hey?
I was thinking through some hurts I have experienced and was reminded of Romans 6:11, “So you also must consider yourselves dead to sin and alive to God in Christ Jesus.” We need to allow ourselves to be dead to self-provision, dead to what the world says of us, dead to the opinions of others that validate our worth.
When we’re dead and someone attacks us we won’t cry out, we won’t bleed. We are already safe in the arms of Jesus, the Author and Perfector of our faith, the One who gave His life so we can all live.
If I may, I would like to offer some practical advice: if someone offends you, don’t react. Don’t speak negatively about them. Don’t think about all the things you could do to get back at them.
Remember, when you died to yourself you were made alive in Christ.
All that to say you aren’t physically dead, no matter how great what I just said was. You still feel things. It’s important to acknowledge emotion but not stay fixed on it. After someone has taken a grenade to your heart take some time alone to process.
One of my amazing pastor friends taught me this after I was experiencing a round of grief: sit in a quiet space where no one can interrupt you (or preferably even hear you). Tell God how frustrated you are with the situation, pound things out, scream, punch a pillow, throw stuff. After the dust has settled, allow Christ to comfort you. Ask Him to help you love this seemingly despicable person. Ask Him to give you a new heart and new mind. Ask Him to help you see them the way He sees them.
Ask Him to help you plan your funeral.
He will come through. He most certainly did for me and the outcome was so much better than I could have imagined, I gained freedom from the thoughts of others and true life!
Also, for all you A types out there… don’t expect yourself to do everything perfectly, remember to rest in the Perfect One. The One who cares for you so desperately “cast all your cares on Him for He cares for you (1 Peter 5:7).”
With much love and adoration,
The wisps of white sway with a discrete breeze. “Warmth, power, peace, security.” Every word I speak feels closer to my chest the deeper I walk through these curtains, closer to you. But even as I walk I know that you are closer than the air in my lungs.
You speak to me through the gusts I take in: inhale, “I will never leave you.” And the exhales I gently force out “or forsake you.” You are the breath in my lungs. You are the ancient of Days, the ruach, my breath of life. You, the Creator of light are so close to me now.
I step beyond the line of the curtain and stare out. In that moment, I am more certain than ever that You have never left me. A slight breeze smooths itself across my face. Before my feet is an aquamarine sea. It stretches far beyond what I can see. The white sands surrounding it are dotted with shiny, rounded dots. Pearls. The symbol of purity through hardship. You tell me that you are proud of me and that I am your pearl. I smile, lean to the right, pluck one from the sand and slowly rub it in between my fingers.
“Daughter.” Your voice comes as a breeze off the light waters, causing them to arch, tremble and crash. Sweet spray dusts my face. I smile.
“Abba. You came.” I look up to see the sun but there isn’t one. I forget. My Father is the light. Rays of light wash over my head, my neck, my arms. I am mesmerized by the heat. It starts to spread through my stomach. A deep rumbling starts in the sky above me. It holds the melodious note of laughter, deep joy. A bubbling spring of warmth starts to rise in my belly. My Father is laughing. I can’t help but throw my hands to the sky and join Him. We stay here for an indeterminate amount of time. Time has melted away. It always does this when it’s just Him and me.
“Oh, Katie. I love you so much. So much.” One last rumble peals across the sky and through me. My knees give way beneath me and I begin to weep. The King’s joy has overwhelmed me.
I hear the sound of footfalls on the sand and slowly lift my gaze. White. He wears a long, white robe trim with red, the color of passion and purple, the color of royalty. The King stares at me for a moment before kneeling and placing his large hand on my shoulder. At the warmth of His hand and intentionality of His gaze, the gurgling fountains in my heart burst forth. I begin to laugh again. He stares into the sky and shouts at the top of His lungs.
“My daughter, in whom I am well pleased. I love her! I love her! I gave my life for her! I love her!” It’s all too much. Prolonged exposure to the warmth could incinerate my insides at any moment. But they don’t. I want to stay here, reflecting on His extreme love and passion for me.
So I do just that… and I soak, in His perfect presence.
I urge you to take time with the King today. Allow Him to listen to every word you say and care for your every fear. Let Him show you just how overwhelming His love is.
Pastor Ryan Matchett gave a compelling message last Sunday. He brought an issue to life, one that most of us are not familiar with, no matter how long we have been attending church or vigorously working to complete our Biblical Studies degree. It was a message that delicately and humorously unveiled the messy reality of what humanity is comprised of. That is desperate people clinging to worldly things for their worth and value.
Ryan didn’t call us desperate and lacking in a pejorative, rude way. If he hadn’t called it out it would have been a lapse into his own desire to be liked, something he strongly fought against to be an example for us.
Despite the difficulty of what he was saying to us, his message came across loud and clear. When we believe that life is all about us and that our success will complete us we are tricking ourselves into the greatest failure possible: reliance on self and on the things the world calls valuable, “fame”, “money”, “recognition”. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying these things are inherently bad, just that in order to live a life of peace and a life that is pleasing to God our priorities need to be in order.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying these things are inherently bad. What I am saying is that if we’re interested in living a life of peace our priorities need to be in order.
Really, in order to live a life that is pleasing to God our value CAN’T come from what we do.
To be living a life that is worthy of God and beneficial to ourselves we must embrace the fact that deep down inside we are people who lose and as a result, we are losers. Please don’t take this the wrong way…when I say losers, I mean we sometimes try to overcome what our innate self of morality tells us is wrong… selfishness,
Please don’t take this the wrong way…when I say losers, I mean we sometimes try to overcome what our innate sense of morality tells us is wrong… selfishness, bitterness and greed (the list really is endless) but we fail. Instead of overcoming these things, we hate people, lie, stab at them behind their backs and use their influence for our own selfish gains. Oddly enough, we will stab someone else in the back and suck up to another person. We rip certain people apart then try to make ourselves great in the eyes of other people because we think our value is in the opinions of people. That’s just the beginning of what we will do to be noticed, recognized, celebrated and to fit in. Nasty.
Yeah, and…the dirty, nasty truth of the matter is: we, people incapable of living up to our own expectations, are perfectly incapable of making any significant change to peoples’ hearts and lives if we do not humble ourselves and lay down expectations for ourselves.
As difficult as this may be to hear, it is true. He is the One who made people and loves them desperately. This is true for all of us, no matter what Biblical degree you have achieved. He alone understands what we need in the unique way we need it. When we die to self He is able to use us as His messengers but we must constantly be asking Him for grace to do so!
In this journey of dying to self it is so important to remember that ultimately, the only one who matters is the God who has made each and every one of us. We will all wither and fade into the background but the Word of God will remain, powerful and life-changing, until the end of the age.
“The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever.” – Isaiah 40:8
It can be tough laying down the ideals we have for ourselves and embracing the “loser” identity. That is the Spirit’s work. How often do we forget that Jesus, the Creator of the world and the Word incarnate, asked Father God for help to let go of His will to carry out the ultimate will of the Father?
“Father, if You are willing, remove this cup from Me; yet not My will, but Yours be done” – Luke 22:42
He gets it. It’s tough beans. But because Jesus did it we can be confident to ask Him for the strength to do it too.
Please, take some time today to realize that you and I both make pretty big mistakes and are not the Saviors of the neighbors’ story, our dysfunctional family’s story or even our own. Allow yourself to relax in the fact that the God who made the Universe is humble. He holds out His hand and beckons you. Will you choose to step down from the pedestal and ask Him for grace to be the same?
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” Matthew 11:28-29
Medium sized disclaimer: I don’t dance around things. I let to tell them straight, raw and real because that’s the human condition. We are all raw and real, even though we don’t always want to admit it. I argue that the fact you were attracted to the title of this post says something of your raw, human condition. That being said, please read the entire article before making judgments. I have received messages from people asking me very abrasive, assumptive inquiries. I did not answer the questions but instead, I asked them if they had read the entire article. In all instances except for one they had not. Anyways, enough of that. Learn and enjoy!
Yesterday evening, my husband and I were sitting at the dinner table eating our chocolate bar dinner when a scintillating topic came to mind. That tantalizing topic being one I have not addressed via blog. It’s the word with hot and heavy connotations: attraction.
Alex started raised an eyebrow and dug his fingers into our chocolate bar, “it’s a weird concept, isn’t it?”
“Being attracted to someone who isn’t your spouse?” I smirked and broke off a chunk. “Yeah, it’s a bit weird.” We both sat pensively for a moment before I broke the silence.
“How do people deal with that kind of thing?”
He popped another huge hunk of chocolate in his mouth and chewed through his answer, “I ask God to help me remember the person I’m married to. I ask Him to remind me of my covenant to you. Then I choose to stop thinking about it.”
I snatched the bar away, “cute…”
His adorable dimples deepened, “how do you deal with it?”
“Ummm… I honestly don’t know. Sometimes I let thoughts roll around in there and don’t get rid of them. It’s something I need to work on.”
Something to work on indeed.
So here I am, sitting at my computer with a glass of Kombucha in my lap and a somewhat enlightened topic on my mind. I have spent time with God sorting some feelings out. Thankfully I have been able to come to a conclusion on the topic. That conclusion is this: it’s all about choice.
God gave us choice when He let us occupy the garden, He gives us choice in marriages, how we handle finances, irritating people and myriads of other things. He lets us pick our spouses and allows our eyes to wander.
If you’re anything like me you will ask questions such as: why can’t things be easy and straightforward? Why does everything have to be SO difficult!?
If we didn’t have choices, we wouldn’t be able to choose and it wouldn’t be true love.
Something we get so wrong in our day and age is that love is nothing but a feeling. This is what the pop songs tell us all the time. When our feelings change, we can jump on the next wagon that sports an attractive fellow or lady.
When we made a covenant with that person we made it for life “till death do us part”.
Have you ever felt attraction to someone you are not in a relationship with? Perhaps you aren’t in a relationship but you feel guilty about entertaining thoughts. I urge you to sit down with God and make it right. He’s not there condemning you but He does want you to live a life that is filled with purpose and honour.
As God’s kids, we are called to higher standards. We are called to keep our eyes fixed on covenants we have made. We are called to choose to love even when we would rather not.
Because that’s just how we do things ;P
I want to be honest with you…
When I look at Lauren Daigle, Jennifer Lawrence, Emma Watson or people who are generally slaying school, relationships or life in general I compare myself to them. I catch myself wondering, “why in the world am I not a popular singer, actress or millionaire?”
I love acting, singing, people and being a complete goofball. What makes them better than me and yet, my life is nothing compared to these people’s lives. I am finishing an English and Education degree, have a semi-successful blog, am prepping for LSAT, am still working on my first novel and am leading a writer’s group.
Big whoop! The overachieving drill sergeant on my shoulder is screaming at me, “you call those accomplishments Katie!?”
What makes them better than me?
To make matters even worse with the drill sergeant, so many of these “successful” people are the same age as me or younger.
“You’re wasting your life, Katie.”
This afternoon I was a little consumed with these thoughts and decided to sit down with Father God. I asked Him how He saw me. As soon as He started talking I started breaking down. He was speaking powerful truths against the burdensome lies. Like sacks of grime, the lies I had been holding on to tumbled from my shoulders and smacked against the ground sending billows of dust flying into the air.
I started breaking down
Do you remember bike rides with your Father Katie? Take a moment to reflect on the memory of his bright smile and his roaring laughter. He was always looking back at you to make sure you hadn’t fallen into the street or wiped out. Katie, that’s how close I am to you. There I am, riding in front of you with a huge smile on my face. There I am, in the middle of that lush, green field kicking the soccer ball around with you. There I am, buying you as many blue whales as you wanted. Do you remember the pool? I am there, buying you an apple instead of chocolate and cracking a joke to make your frown turn upside down. There I am with you, tucking the sheets over you, telling you the most ridiculous stories you have ever heard. You would always tell me so. Oh, Katie. There you are making me laugh and making me laugh with you. There I am a gob of polysporin in my hand and a band-aid in the other. There I am, providing for you. There I am building you the most beautiful playhouse you have ever seen. There I am, loving others around me and showing you how to love people who need my love. There I am, overcoming painful things that people are throwing at me. There I am, taking the accusations against you. There I am protecting you Katie bug.
I am there, buying you an apple instead of chocolate and cracking a joke to make your frown turn upside down. There I am with you, tucking the sheets over you, telling you the most ridiculous stories you have ever heard. You would always tell me so. Oh, Katie. There you are making me laugh and making me laugh with you. There I am a gob of polysporin in my hand and a band-aid in the other. There I am, providing for you. There I am building you the most beautiful playhouse you have ever seen. There I am, loving others around me and showing you how to love people who need my love. There I am, overcoming painful things that people are throwing at me. There I am, taking the accusations against you. There I am protecting you Katie bug.
Katie, Here I am, holding your confused, wounded heart and healing you more with each breath of mine. Here I am, until you reach your last breath and into eternity, there I will forever be.
Take some time to sit with Him and ask Him to remind you of who He is to you. You won’t regret this, trust me. And to think I almost didn’t do it today!
On that topic, I leave you with a reminder: God us made each of us because He delights in all of us for different reasons. None of us are the same. Just because people love us and or we have stacks of dolla bills does not mean we are killing it. As high school experiences and Mean Girls have taught us, popularity is fickle too.
Just because people love us and or we have stacks of dolla bills does not mean we are killing it.
People’s opinions of us change. If we are doing what we are doing to please people we will be disappointed. Funds will run out and not bring us fulfillment. On the flip side, our relationship with God will only go from glory to glory. His purpose for us will not come back empty. We will not feel empty and the need to constantly accomplish when we are living the life He has crafted for us.
We will not feel empty!
If you have ever felt inadequate please know you are not alone. But do not stay in that place. Know that God’s love for you is SO DEEP it’s SO WIDE and it’s SO ready to embrace you. Love is ready to show you have precious you are to Him.
You are perfect. You are LOVED!
With His eternal love and favour,
So, Alex and I have this super annoying neighbor who, I SWEAR, tries three new ways each day to make the loudest, scraping, pounding noises above us as he possibly can. Night or day rain or shine snow or bald he is upstairs bowling, setting off rockets, killing a mongoose, skinning hordes of flailing cats. God. Knows. what.
The other day I was trying to study and found myself raging at the loud-as-the-drums-of-hell cacophony of sounds crashing down at us from upstairs. I was at the point where I could throw my chair at the ceiling…
I almost did but realized it would probably fall back onto my head or make a hole larger than I could fix so instead, I settled for grinding my teeth together and shoving my gummy headphones in my ears.
The moral of the story is this: ask the landlord if you can interview your neighbor and check for steel toed boots before the lumberjack moves in.
The moral is, we don’t realize the power that we have.
I speak of the power we hold when it comes to our thoughts and subsequently, our emotions. It is guaranteed that there will be many moments in the day and throughout the week that don’t go as planned. Say, I didn’t land the interview I wanted or achieve the A+ I had been fighting for or silence the neighbor who is slaying a seizing moose above my head.
What do we do when these things happen? If you’re anything like me, you will start to grumble a little… well if only I hadn’t been so exhausted. If only my professor wasn’t such an egghead. If only I had taken the neighbors legs out when I had the chance. Grumble, grumble, grumble.
Where does that take me? Where does that take you?
Nowhere my friend.
Complaining about the circumstances does nothing but hurt us. Not only that, it’s gives Satan tools to torment us with. When I complain and focus only on what is wrong in my life the awful things become my jailers and my tormentors. I give them power by focusing my attention on them.
Even worse, I am not pleasing God with my attitude. We live in a society where an emphasis is placed on us and our emotions. But here’s a little heads up: just because we feel like moping and hosting a pity party doesn’t mean it’s the right thing for us to do and it certainly doesn’t mean that it’s bringing joy to God’s heart, or our own!
Do you want to overcome the overwhelming situations in your life? Do you want to be victorious over your emotions? Is your desire to please God and live the life you have been created for?
Yes, then praise Him! Sing songs of thanksgiving and when you fall hard say, “thank you for life.” Then continue marching onward. Don’t allow circumstances to dictate your quality of life or govern you. Always be joyful, pray continually and give thanks, no matter what the circumstance. Why? Because this is God’s will for you. If we are children of God we will follow the path He asks us to walk.
We will do this, not necessarily because we feel like it but because we have been called to it. When we do, we will experience joy like we’ve never known it before. When we follow God’s desires for us he will always fill us with joy. Abundant, beautiful, overwhelming joy!
Trust the Lord, remember to praise and thank Him in all things and walk in that perfect delight today my friends.
“Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”
1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
With much love,