Our Friendship-Their Parenting

As a kid my brother and I were close but when we were little we always told on each other. My parents grew tired of it. They told us to stop telling on each other and to work it out.

“Work it out” those three words led the bond of a lifetime. We were not going to talk or incriminate each other anymore. In fact, we became confidants. We did everything together. We created our own world where we were spies we called it “kids” (Don’t ask me why…I was like 6 when we created that name). Since I followed after everything my brother did, when he was done with something that meant I had to be done too. 



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Examples:

  • He was “too old” to watch Barney and that meant I was too.
  • He didn’t want to play “kids” anymore after years of imaginary adventures as kid spies (Let me tell you, the moment he broke this news to be I was devastated. I tried playing kids by myself and making it sound fun in hopes that he would join me again but he was done. Kids was no fun playing alone so after a short time, I was done too).
  • If he didn’t like something, then I didn’t either.

Move in the teenage stage, coupled with hormonal changes and this is when Dr. Phil, I mean my counselor mom, had to step in. She had to help us understand each other. Miscommunication happened more frequently and I was trying to figure out what I liked and how to formulate my own opinions (so I thought). This is also the phase where I was discovering my style and quite often embarrassed him with my clothing choices.

IMG_3667If it wasn’t for my parents, especially my mom, then my brother and I would not be best friends. Sadly, for them, they created a force to be reckoned with. We are each other’s advocates and greatest defense attorney. If I need something, he will take care of it and vice versa. We have only had maybe 1 major argument and that’s it. The rest have been disagreements- my mom taught us how to be civil and we followed through on that most of the time. The fact is, when you have a brother like mine, it’s hard to be mad. First of all, it takes a lot for me to be angry- I have to be deeply hurt. Second of all, when you are trying to keep an angry face and be agitated and your brother does something outrageously goofy to make you laugh, you just can’t stay mad anymore.

That is our life. My brother and I have had our “rubber meets the road” moments and our “Come to Jesus” talks but thanks to our parents, we get each other. We understand and know each other every well.

My parents valued the health of our relationship so much, that they facilitated a bond so strong that sometimes (most of the time) I would rather go to my brother about an issue first. Instead of them being mad and jealous that I wanted to go to him first, they encouraged it. My mom taught me as a little girl to listen to whatever my brother said, and if he was wrong, she would deal with him. So then I became a faithful follower and dedicated little sister. My first and only fight was when I was 8 years old, finishing off a little boy who got in a fight with my brother. Instead of running to get help like I should have, I jumped in and said “no one messes with my brother!” We definitely got a lecture but not spanking, which meant we weren’t in that much trouble.

I followed my brother to college. I would love to say that I didn’t follow him and I made this grand decision on my own but truth be told, he was there, and I wanted to be with him. I always dreamed of us being in college together. That was a fun year and a half. We had been separated for about 3 years and I missed my brother terribly. We embarked on the adventure of our adult friendship and it was so much fun. We did so much together.

IMG_3701I know people think we are weird and that I love my brother too much or maybe that I am obsessed (I am not). I love our friendship. It the kind where no matter what disagreements we may have, we are blood. We are family. Having a family member as your best friend is such a a gift. One day it will just be me and him when our parents aren’t on this earth anymore.

In case you didn’t know it, my brother is one cool guy. He has such a pastors heart (He will be a pastor one day), he serves others, and loves
people well. He is the superstar in this family people. He is the most level-headed, most always cool, calm, and collected. Don’t be fooled by his humorous nature and ability to hold a conversation with anyone- he is more introverted than me. In fact I have zero introverted personality traits. I am the outgoing, loud, boisterous, emotional, dramatic, passionate, free-spirited dreamer. I am the typical youngest child- the baby. My parents somehow managed to correct me without crushing me, believe in me without building me up too much, and they have tried to keep me as level headed as possible.

Mom and Dad, hat’s off to you for fostering and nourishing the greatest friendship I’ve ever known.

Thank you MJ for teaching me to persevere and never settle. You are a Godly man, you love your girlfriend well and inspire me to wait for an honorable man with character like you, and thank you for making me laugh constantly. My life is better with you in it.

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Myron Brooks Jr. aka MJ

You are one cool guy.

(Sorry ladies, he’s been spoken for by Falon KM)

XOXO

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Lose myself

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I was reminded of the song “lose myself by Lauryn Hill” as I read Jen Hatmaker’s book Interrupted (The expanded version is coming out soon. Get it. You won’t be sorry). In cooperate America, its very clear that in order to gain “success” you have to climb your way to the top. One of the higher up’s in my department put it this way,” You have to play the game.” I left that conversation even more confident that I was not made for the game nor did I want to play it. If playing the game was just for money, a title, pomp and circumstance; then I would not “succeed” in corporate America. I attended a meeting with someone and I left in tears. I was completely wrecked because everything I’ve been told to fight for in my career is not what I am passionate about. Trust me, I have tried to picture myself at a big desk at a great company climbing the ladder and after a few months, I am once again convinced, that is not the life for me; however, it is the life for some people and if you are that person, by all means please run in your lane, and succeed. As much as I detest this concept of fighting your way to the top it is not just in corporate America; I’ve seen this “race to the top” in church and even Christian organizations.

Fighting your way to the top in church may be guised with a seemingly well meaning intention but we all know the truth. Working your way to the “top” of the church world may equate to joining the “ranks” of: Priscila Shrier, Christine Caine, Beth Moore, Robert Madu, Chad Veach, Bob Goff, etc. The list could go on. We’ve all had our moments of admiration and awe that turn into a selfish desire to solely and maybe subconsciously pursue that platform. Those people are in their God-given lane and we can’t mimic that. In church we see a pattern: you work the system of who you know –>Gain a position–>Get recognition-Its a tiring game. Luke talks about this is Chapter 14 verse 11 “If you walk around with your nose in the air, you’re going to end up flat on your face. But if you’re content to be simply yourself, you will become more than yourself.” The Amplified Bible states it this way, “For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled (ranked below others who are honored or rewarded), and he who humbles himself (keeps a modest opinion of himself and behaves accordingly) will be exalted (elevated in rank).” Even still, Jesus is not saying, try to be seemingly “humble” so you will be elevated. If that is what we think he is saying, we (I) have missed the point.

I think Jen describes it best:

“I hate the top. I hate who I have to be to live there. I hate the biblical two step I have to perform to justify top-dwelling. I hate the posturing up there…I detest the fear that haunts every decision. It’s a ridiculous game where everyone is either scratching your back or stabbing you in the back. Depending on whether your rung is above or below theirs. The self-congratulatory blustering up there is abhorrent. I’m so over it.Okay maybe it would be more true to say I want to be so over it. I’m trying to be over it.”

When, I read these words, it was like someone articulated my feelings over the past few years. You don’t want to play the game, in fact you are trying to get over it, because you are so done. Desperately done. The fact still remains that we are human and have a flesh. I have realized that I need to be “done” daily. I am so susceptible to the game. I’ve even found myself playing at times. Only to be reminded of who I am and how far I’ve allowed myself to drift from the truth. The line Jen stated that brings it all home is this: “In order for God’s kingdom to come, my kingdom had to go.” I can’t tell you how many times I have prayed anxious prayers to the Lord crying out for “more of Him and less of me” and I’ve spent years earnestly soaking in more of me. Can I tell you, people, “I’m trying to be over it.” So today I chose to be done and tomorrow I will do the same and so forth. Even when I chose the right mindset, I may slip and I may fall but I am starting somewhere.

I’ve spent a lot of time missing the main point. I don’t have time to miss the point anymore. I want to keep the main thing the main thing. My scripture for this year has been Micah 6:8. It is hanging on my cork board at work. The minute I feel myself wandering from that and seeking success or fame and a following, I am missing it. I must draw myself back to square one: this is all about His kingdom.  I just get to be apart of it. How wonderful that he let’s me be apart. Literally he is letting me in on what he is doing.

God gave me this dream to have a non-profit for teen mothers. I have labored and prayed over this dream for years and I continue to pray over it. One thing I have to check myself on, am I missing the point? Am I missing it? God don’t let me miss the point of all of this. Truth is, I have a desire to help one momma at a time. It is so easy to get caught up in the emotion of doing something and wanting it to be big. When I find myself heading in that direction, I have to hit the breaks. The main thing is loving people, God’s people. It’s not about me. The dream was never about me. It was about God entrusting me to carry it. To love his people. To serve his people. Do I know what all of this will evolve into? No, I don’t. I do know, it’s not about a good social media campaign, marketing, or position. I so desperately want to get that concept with all I am. I want to dwell where Jesus is choose to and make my home there.

This weekend a Bishop Matthew, talked about home. How many people are trying to find “home” and a place to belong. Truth is, as Christians, we will never feel fully at home here. More importantly, “God’s love is inside of us and his home is in us.” So no matter where you go or where God sends you, his home is in us. “I will not leave you orphaned. I’m coming back. In just a little while the world will no longer see me, but you’re going to see me because I am alive and you’re about to come alive. At that moment you will know absolutely that I’m in my Father, and you’re in me, and I’m in you (John 14:18-20).”

So instead of me trying to clammer to the top at church, work, or with HHope. I am humbly seeking Christ daily, to learn how to let his love flow through me and draw people home- to Christ. This peace, joy, and love wasn’t meant for me to keep it to myself. It was mean to be shared.

I can’t ignore the hurting, broken, those in poverty, and the extreme needs all around the world. “Pure and genuine religion in the sight of God the Father means caring for orphans and widows in their distress and refusing to let the world corrupt you.” (James 1:27). I refuse to befriend apathy and pride. I can’t do it anymore. I must make more of an effort to lay “Faitth and all of her agendas” down daily. 

I want to lose myself so I can wake up, be present, and fully engaged in God’s kingdom, not my own.

All Son’s and Daughters sum up my heart beat:

“Wake up, wake up, wake up
wake up all you sleepers
Stand up, stand up
Stand up all you dreamers
Hands up, hands up
Hands up all believers
Take up your cross, carry it on”

 

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Jumping In

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My mom is not a hoarder by any means. In fact as a child, if something was missing I knew my mom threw it away. If it was’t being used it was gone- just like that. We always had to clean out our closet and give our clothes away before we could get any new ones.

As a young adult, I have loved keeping my stuff. I enjoy all my furniture and all of the things I have bought that really make my room cosy. Ever since I took my shoes off, I decided that I really don’t need all this stuff. So after thinking that I would sell the furniture in my room, I just gave it away. I put it out there on facebook and within 15 minutes everything was spoken for. I gave away my desk, dressers, vanity and couch. I’ve never been more happy to have an empty room. There is something fulfilling about letting go.

Truth is, I have a roof over my head, food, clothing, a car, a job, electronic devices, family and friends, etc. I really don’t need anything else. One day I may replace my desk and dresser but I hope I never get attached to my stuff because I want to be ready to give my things away at a moments notice. It’s just stuff.

I find so much joy in letting go of my selfish ways. I love that my room is not cluttered with stuff and I thought to myself, “Why didn’t I do this sooner?!”

I was talking to my friend Jenna about this friday night and we both agreed that we would much rather give our stuff away than grow attached to it. We then started talking about missions and how we can do anything while on the mission field. We became friends while on a mission trip to Rwanda and we spent nearly a month together. Baby wipes were a necessity for “showering” purposes, bucket showers with cold water was the norm, using the restroom in a little stall with just a concrete hole in the ground, eating unidentifiable food, messy hair, no electricity= priceless. This thrill and joy from traveling to a different country and learning from people who live so simply, is irreplaceable. After each missions trip I swear I will get rid of more stuff and I usually spend the first week crying because I want to go back. That lasts for a little while and then I am back into the swing of getting more and more stuff-until recently…I wanted to clean things out. I wanted to jump into a life of selflessness.

I like to think the physical aspect of cleaning out my room represents the spiritual aspect of God cleaning out my heart. I can look back on this past year and see so many areas where my heart and mind have been cluttered.

I am truly understanding the concept of “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Matthew 6:21” and “Sell what you have and give to those in need. This will fatten your purses in heaven! And the purses of heaven have no rips or holes in them. Your treasures there will never disappear; no thief can steal them; no moth can destroy them. Luke 12:33″

I never want to forget why God placed me on this earth. I want to pour my life out to others. It’s easier said than done at times. I believe, when you show up willing, He does the rest.

You want to know a secret? It’s always more fun to give than to receive.

Living a life of faith and trust in Jesus is an adventure.

I’m Jumping in with reckless abandon.

xoxo

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I love orphans.

orphansI was a case manager for a year and a half and I got to to work with children in foster care. Before earning a degree in social work, I was very ignorant about the foster care system. I did not know if orphanages still existed in the US or if children were just in foster homes-until I started my job and I met some of the faces that make up “foster care.”

Children in foster care are judged before anyone even meets them. They are probably “bad” or have a lot of “issues.” Potential adoptive parents want young children to complete their family. If you are 7 years old you better pray hard because most likely you will be passed over for a baby because you are far too old to “mold” and “shape”. Thus they are left in the system, growing more emotionally closed and starting to question everyone and everything. They are used to being let down and people giving promises they cannot keep. They shuffle from home to home- trying to learn new rules each time. Have you ever been to a sleepover as a child but you couldn’t sleep well because you were out of your home environment? Children in foster care have to adjust to new homes and wonder if they will be safe. They may not sleep well. They may wet the bed, make failing grades, or be disrespectful.

I was really apathetic towards children in foster care until I saw their faces and learned their names. 

Every time a child ran up to me for a hug or refused to let me leave, my heart melted each time. These children are worthy of love and belonging. Unfortunately the older they are the longer they will permanently bounce from home to home in the foster care system until they age out at 18. By that time many of them are homeless, pregnant, or facing jail time. I can only imagine how they would have turned out if someone took a chance to love them. Loving foster children is risky, especially the older ones, but I believe it is worth it. Did you know that girls in foster care are more likely to become teen mothers or pregnant before age 25?

The teen who taught me the most was one of my greatest challenges at first. She would not talk to me much. She kind of mumbled as she talked. I tried not to pry since they have to talk to several adults about their feelings and it can be overwhelming. So I tried building a rapport with her. I did not see the results of this rapport until a year later. She finally opened up to me. I knew there was something special about her and I wanted to remain involved in her life regardless of where my career led me. She had endured a lot of pain and hurt. She had trouble opening up to people and connecting with adults because one minute they would want her forever and the next they were done. She has a lot of fears and hesitations about being loved. She doesn’t understand true self-sacrificing, unconditional, and selfless love, yet. I am hoping she will be able to see past all of her hurt and pain to see how much love is really surrounding her.

In spite of all this, she has marked my life forever. I think of her all the time. Just thinking about her hurt, pain, and life brings tears to my eyes. There is nothing I can say or do to take away her pain. She is just one of many. She is not a number. She has a name and real life.

Watching a family adopt their 16year old son was so powerful. He was so excited to belong to a family legally but to them he was already family and this just made it official. The concept of leaving the old behind and changing your name is so symbolic to me. National adoption day is my favorite. These adoption moments bring me to tears because these kids are so worthy of love and having a family.

There are well over 6000+ children/teens waiting for good homes. These children are not in an orphanage, they are in foster homes in your own backyard- longing for permanency. You would be surprised how fast some parents relinquish their rights and decide to leave their child in foster care. It’s heartbreaking.

The most fulfilling work I’ve ever done was serve these legends. Remember for every number there is a name and a face-these are precious little lives. I hope your heart can be opened to adoption. It’s a beautiful, tough, rewarding, and life-changing journey.

Get out there people. Open your homes. Love a child or teen.

If you are scared of being in it alone, you won’t be! There are so many support groups that meet in person and online. You will have support.

You will not regret it.

If you don’t feel called to adopt then help someone else financially.

Do your part.

You can learn more about adoption through All In Orphan Care and Arrow Child and Family Ministries.

XOXO

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Try

imageIts no secret that Colbie Caillat hit the jackpot with her song Try. Women all over the world are embracing the message of her song. I never realized how much I could relate to the words of her song until yesterday after listening to it several times.

Since I was a little girl, I struggled immensely with my self-esteem. I built my worth an value on the opinions of others. I idolized perfectionism because I wanted to be accepted so badly. It got me no where, literally. Once I realized that “fake it to you make it” was such a stupid statement I aimed to learn more about authenticity. My parents divorce put a “stain” on the perfect life I was trying to lead. I was the actress and I had a role to play. I perfected the statement “I’m good” even when I was not. I did not want people to know how “not fine” I was. I spent most of my time trying to be the “best” Christian and the “best” daughter and the “best” friend. I put all of this pressure on myself.  I was on a mission to please everyone- until I realized that I was loosing myself in doing so. For the people that knew me well; they held me in the darkest of nights and made sure I was aware that joy would come in the morning- and it did.

Joy did come. It did not come all at once. It came in waves. With each wave I gained more confidence, hope, and peace. I went back to square one. I am so glad I did because Jesus met me there. I laid down things idolized. I found myself steadily desiring less of what I wanted and more of what God wanted.

To me Jesus meeting me where I am, reminds me of the homecoming of the prodigal son. I believe that moment of acceptance and love embodies each time I run to God with tears in my eyes and a broken heart knowing when I get in his arms everything will be okay.

Living my life based on “works” or “doing the right thing” or “trying” to be perfect did not bring me freedom. In fact, it suffocated me.

Traveling to Mexico, Rwanda, and Thailand allowed me to see his love in the eyes of people all over the world and to remind me that his love is deep and all he wants is genuine love and worship. More than my worship, he wants me to know of his never-ending love.

I am about halfway through the book Carry on Warrior: Thoughts on Life Unarmed (Thank you Alison for telling me about this book) and I am so inspired by Glennon Melton’s authentic dialogue. She made a statement in her book that I believe is so true.

“We are often not permitted to tell the truth in everyday life. There is a small set of words and reactions and pleasantries we are allowed to say, like, “I’m fine and you?” But we are not supposed to say much of anything else, especially how we are really doing. We find out early that telling the whole truth makes people uncomfortable and is certainly not ladylike or likely to make us popular, so we learn to lie sweetly so that we can be loved. And when we figure out this system, we are split in two: the public self, who says the right things in order to belong, and the secret self who thinks other things.”

I love that powerful truth. She isn’t saying go tell random strangers about your whole life but she is addressing our culture of always having to “be okay” for people so we can “save face”. The truth is that a lot of people feel like they have to “try” in some area of their life. This goes for men and for women.

Now I am embracing my imperfections. I’m not “trying” anymore. I am not pretending anymore. I am truthfully and unapologetically me. I know I won’t please everyone, oh well. I’m staying honest and showing up. Someday’s it harder to show up than others but I still show up. I think that is the point. When we get lost in all of our issues we stop showing up because we feel we cannot win. The truth is we can win. Healing from wounds can be so painful but being on the other side is even better than standing still. Truth be told, when you are in pain, you may feel like crying, cursing,praying,worshipping or being silent. I believe everyone needs a friend that will walk though muck and mire with you and make sure you do not sink and that your faith does not fail you. I have some wonderful soul sisters, Abby and Jenna, that have been with me on my mountain top moments and in the valley. They have held my hands up when I was weak and danced with me in victory. Their unconditional love has been water to my soul.

I know life happens. There will always be something to overcome. We will have to press through tough times and seasons. But now I come to the table ready with God’s word on my lips because I want to be more prepared than I was before. There will be days where I am weak and I will cry and I will feel tired but this time I will choose to walk in strength. I will not believe my emotions because they cannot be trusted.

Same goes for you. You are much stronger than you think you are. When you feel like the weight of the world is crashing down don’t despair. You are only getting stronger. You may hurt now but it won’t last forever- joy will come.

True freedom comes from knowing your daddy God is welcoming you home with open arms everyday- no matter what you look like or how much you messed up. Some people make God seem like he is sitting up in heaven waiting to punish us but I feel like he would be singing “You don’t have to try, try, try, try” because we are already accepted. We are already loved and everyday he is drawing our hearts to His. He believes in our worth and value and I know He is beckoning us to believe it too.

Choose to show up and be present. This world needs you.

Here is a question we must all ask ourselves:

“When you’re all alone, by yourself, do you like you?

Do you like you?”

Colbie Caillat

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I Thought I Knew What I Was Doing (Part 2)

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So many of us are at pivotal times in our life right now. Maybe you just graduated college and you still don’t know what to do with your life,you are the “best aunt ever” but you really want to get married and have your own kids, the career path you chose isn’t that exciting, you want a change but you are scared and you don’t know how to make that happen, you want to live overseas, you are a single man looking for the right woman to scoop up and she appears to be “no where to be found”, maybe your children are grown up and you are wondering “what’s next?”, maybe you are at a standstill and you don’t know how your dreams, likes, and hobbies, fit into a typical “career”. Congratulations, join the club of self-discovery and life’s ever changing seasons. You are not alone.

You probably have a million questions buzzing around in your head. You are not crazy to question- in fact that is a great place to be in. If you have questions then you are most likely looking for answers.  I have found so much freedom because I dared to ask some hard questions. If things always went according to my plan I would never have questions- thank God my way usually does not work out. A series of events caused my little world to fall apart like a Janga tower that had one major piece removed from is infrastructure; I can honestly say I have not been the same since.

I’ve realized life is so rich and full of wonder, excitement, love, heart-break, joy, grief,whimsy, pain, and discovery. We can not predict our future. We never expect for tragedy to strike or illnesses to occur. We can’t predict when we will meet the love of our life.  We can’t predict when we will get that new job or when our dream career will take off. Bottom line: we cannot know everything and we don’t need to.

A friend of mine recently wanted to go on a healing journey that would really address some tough areas of her past. She decided to coin it “#100DaysOfHealing” and another friend and I decided to join her and give up bread (Me) fried food (my friend) for 100 days since we have been working on governing our eating habits (Mind you I chose to give up bread, OMG. The hardest thing to give up. I am not going to lie, I haven’t gone a full 100 days without it but I have limited my intake and I can count on one hand the amount of times I have had bread! This is a big deal people.) We decided to take this journey with her because like it or not we all have things in our heart we need to work on.  Her bravery to face some real challenges reminded me of the value of authenticity. My point of being sweetly broken may be different from hers but the fact remains: we are both being sweetly broken in incredibly different but powerful ways. What I learned from her is that even through all of the uncertainty of life, taking time to pause and address our inner issues will most likely help us make better, wiser, and more informed decisions about our future.

So if you are still wondering what you are doing with your life, take a good hard look in the mirror because it all starts with you. Try to soak in the season you are in now and begin to envision where you see yourself being. The healthier you are mind, body, and spirit; the less likely you are to jump ship when “life gets tough.” Trust me, life will happen and God will remain faithful.

Romans 4:18-25 When everything was hopeless, Abraham believed anyway, deciding to live not on the basis of what he saw he couldn’t do but on what God said he would do. 

–If you need a buddy to go on a #100DaysOfHealing journey with, you’ve got a friend in me. Feel free to comment or use any and all avenue of social media to reach me. I believe we are better together. You are not alone, we are all in this together. —

In my last post I wrote, ” If you are being wrecked like me and your plans are changing- let’s start a support group. I promise to keep you entertained, listen often, and make you laugh.” We are meeting tomorrow, Ha. If you live in Houston and want to hang out message me for details. Everyone is welcome.

XOXO

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I Thought I knew What I Was Doing.

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As a young adult, we have grand plans for our life and where we see ourselves or we don’t have any plans at all and we are just seeing where life takes us. Regardless, either way presents some challenges. Most likely our plans have changed about 203938473 times (okay, I’m exaggerating but you get the point) by now. Maybe it is just me with all the plans that keep changing? I don’t know but its too much pressure to try and figure out every single inch of my life. Its stressful. I give up.

So now I have adopted the idea that the more I take time to learn about the heart of Jesus and who he is- the more things change, I change, and my plans change. After getting my degree in Social Work and learning about social injustice and what that really means, I have had an undeniable passion to advocate for people. Going overseas just confirmed that passion even more. Being in America confused that passion. I was tired of church as I knew it to be. I came back to America with this insatiable desire to be the hands and feet of Jesus, literally. In college and beyond I was searching for a church that had that same desire to serve others and really live life with people in the community. Outside of a few clothing drives here and there- things were looking pretty bleak and my focus changed from the community back to me. I had a life to figure out, duh- what else was a twenty something supposed to be doing?

I was thinking about myself all too much until April 2014 and God interrupted my life. Yes, He did. He completely diverted my attention and reminded me of the main reason I was placed on this earth- to LOVE people. So while I am sitting in frustration, worry, doubt, and fear; I began to realize why I had no peace. How can I truly serve others when I am only thinking about myself?

I read a few books that wrecked me during my Solitude time and that was the beginning of the end for me. By the time June rolled around, I was helpless to the realization that life as I knew it was being altered. Then one Saturday morning I took my shoes off and everything changed. I was more fulfilled walking into my apartment with no shoes than I was before I gave them away. Then all the sudden Matthew 25:34-40 comes alive. You see this pattern, friends? The past few months have been like a domino effect.

So instead of running for the hills and becoming self-absorbed again, I am embracing this steady wrecking of my heart or being sweetly broken (as some people say). When this happens I get really weepy. I can’t help it. I am emotional a very emotional human being. So today I woke up fighting back tears, I cried during worship at church, I cried while driving to the store, etc. You get my point. Some deep shifting is happening in my heart and instead of trying to figure it out; I am just letting it happen.

I have found that when this wrecking happens the best thing I can do is be still. So that is what I took time to do today. Sit, eat gelato, read, and pray. If you are being wrecked like me and your plans are changing- let’s start a support group. I promise to keep you entertained, listen often, and make you laugh.

I’ll leave you all with a quote from Brene Brown because she is awesome.

“Authenticity is a collection of choices that we have to make every day. It’s about the choice to show up and be real. The choice to be honest. The choice to let our true selves be seen.”
― Brené Brown
 
 
 
Lets stick together and stay authentic,
XOXO

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P.S.

Did I mention I went to Austin this weekend?  I love that place.