These past few months, I’ve had lots of questions about where I am and what I’m doing these days. That’s a great question—one that I love answering! Your concerned, quizzical looks are valid. I’m not exactly doing “life” or “job” or “young-adult-living-situation” in a conventional way, but I’m exactly where I need to be, and I couldn’t be more grateful.
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I could hide nothing. I was exposed, clutching my shame, my wounds, and my unforgivableness. I told her everything. Our conversation, the shame that it uncovered, and the guilt that I feel obligated to carry around.
She saw my issue: unbelief. She saw that I struggled to forgive myself and believe that Christ has made me His own. I struggled to believe that He’s forgiven me and that I am forgivable.
So she asked me a simple question:
“What does the Lord want to say to you in the morning?”
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How is it that forming good habits is mentally exhausting, while bad habits form while we're not even trying? I hate to admit it, but I've become a pathetic creature of degenerate habits lately.
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One day, brilliant words will be falling out of your head, and then the next day you're shaking your fist at a blank canvas. Where did the inspiration go? Why are words suddenly hard?
It's tempting to think that on the blank canvas days, we just have nothing--that the well of our brain is dry. But I think another alternative reason for blank canvas days are because the well of our brains are overloaded.
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