So, as I was trying to decided between more gym time and God time or more mirror and makeup time this morning, Maker whispered this “Would you rather” question to my spirit:
“Would you rather hide your flaws and pretend to be perfect or reveal your flaws and be perfected?”
In our insta-filtered culture it’s so easy to trade quickly clicked airbrushed appearances for the hard work of authentic change. But we have a choice – difficult but achievable by our Maker’s strong Spirit in us – to rise above cultural norms and admit our weaknesses, pains, and flaws instead of covering them. And, in return, Maker blesses us with HIS strength, healing, and perfection.
Maker God, may I choose this moment and the next to live in Your light – even when it exposes my flaws – rather than running for the cover of the filtered pretense that the world offers…. In Jesus Name!
“For once you were full of darkness, but now you have light from the Lord. So live as people of light!” – Ephesians 5:8 NLT
As I am writing this, today is Sunday. Some of us will go to church today. However, we can spend the entire day in church and spend most of our time giving to others and still not be walking in true faith and dependence on our Maker.
If we feel the need to obsess and scheme about how things are going to work out and how we can “make it happen”, our faith in God may be a facade.
Our scheming and stressing about how it is all going to work out is putting pressure on and faith in ourselves. Period.
What would our lives looked like if we breathed out and lived out this little prayer every morning?
Praying that we won’t be bound by the past or obsessing about the future so much today that we can’t be present in our own lives or in the lives of others.
Recommended Reading: Daring Greatly by Brené Brown
It’s been a year….
OK, maybe it’s been a few years or a few decades of struggles masked by smiles.
But Maker is faithful to sculpt scarred hearts surrendered to Him into resilient masterpieces.
As I prepare to close this chapter in Atlanta – I am so thankful for the healing that has happened here over the past year-and-a-half.
I am especially thankful for those my Maker has surrounded me with in this season to help the healing happen…. Just to name a few: my North Springs United Methodist Church family – especially the Celebrate Recovery group there, my incredible colleagues who became fast friends at Emory Saint Joseph’s Hospital, my warm and welcoming neighbors here on The Hill ATL, and Hector Pereles at New Living Counseling…. Not to mention the faithful friends and family who have covered me with encouragement and prayers from across the country.
I am so very grateful and more adamant than ever when I say “Don’t do life alone”.
I really don’t think I would have survived had I not reached out for help.
#MyStorysNotOver because it’s part of an #EternalStory. AΩ; #AlphaOmegaSemicolon #SuicidePrevention #Hope #Healing #AbuseSurvivor #CodependencyRecovery #HealingContinues #HealingCommunities
As we enter into this holiday season – here’s a little wisdom from A Christmas Carol to help remind us to not let what really matters get lost in the turkey and tinsel!
Anyone who has met my Dad knows that one of his favorite pastimes is joking around with anybody and everybody around him.
Well…. he’s met his match in pranksters in the teaching team of West Park Baptist’ Church’s Parent’s Day Out program (where my amazing Mom loved teaching preschoolers before heading to Heaven and my Dad now volunteers)!
Dad gets there every morning before anyone else so he can have the coffee made and be at his post by the door to greet the little ones with his infamous “high five” from “Mr. Jay”. He starts his day by hanging his hat on a hook before he goes about his business.
Over the past few weeks, Dad goes to retrieve his hat at day’s end often finds that one of the teachers has “kidnapped” it. Dad then must go on a hunt – sometimes complete with ransom notes and clues – to find it.
On the last day of school before Thanksgiving, the hat was still on its hook – but it had been turned into a turkey!
At age 82, Dad is showing me that there is an alternative to growing old. We can choose to grow young by never taking ourselves too seriously and not missing opportunities to make someone else smile.
Thanks, Dad! You’ll always be my favorite turkey!
Happy Thanksgiving to all!
Perhaps our fierce pursuit of happiness gets us so tightly wound that it minimizes our chances of ever being truly happy. Ironic… isn’t it?