20.
captivated by Jesus.
patiently waiting to marry my best friend.
obsessed with finding new ways to improve my health.
fragile as a flower, pretty as a pearl.
It seems as though our time has come to part.
Crooked Creek has taught me alot. It has taught me to dread social networking. It has taught me that I am in a season of life where I would much rather journal and discuss things with my “people”. It has also showed me that no matter what I do, people pleasing will always be an issue for me, and these types of things help none.
So, adios Tumblr. We’ve had a good run.
Then I remember everything happens according to God’s plan for me. I remember that I need this next week away from social networks, tv, internet in general, and anything else that distracts me from Him. I remember that I’m marrying the best man in the world in 22 days. I remember that the past can stay in the past, regardless of whether or not people bring it up. I remember the power of prayer. So much can stress me out while things are still going so right. It’s not okay that I continue to rely on myself for strength. It’s definitely not okay that I wake up and check my phone before talking to Jesus and opening my Bible. Well, I’m telling you, that is changing. This next week will be my body’s detox, if you will. He is stronger than anything, and I’m done attempting to be strong enough for myself.
Be active every day.
Eat to nourish my body.
Treat myself with the respect I deserve.
Try my hardest to love as God loves.
I have to remember that no matter what happens, everything will be fine. Breakdowns are good for realizations. In fact, breakdowns are great for that. I need to know that I am fine. Little bumps in the road make the end result that much sweeter. Money is money. Weddings are weddings. Nothing matters as long as you marry the one you love.
Weeks like this, I have to remember this promise.
Being tender and open is beautiful. As a woman, I feel continually shhh’ed. Too sensitive. Too mushy. Too wishy washy. Blah blah. Don’t let someone steal your tenderness. Don’t allow the coldness and fear of others to tarnish your perfectly vulnerable beating heart. Nothing is more powerful than allowing yourself to truly be affected by things. Whether it’s a song, a stranger, a mountain, a rain drop, a tea kettle, an article, a sentence, a footstep, feel it all – look around you. All of this is for you. Take it and have gratitude. Give it and feel love.
— Zooey Deschanel (via rainydaysandblankets)
(Source: sugar-and-heartbreak, via lyndsaydodd)
“Lord, teach me to pray, to want to pray, to delight to pray. When I pray, teach me to pray with faith, with hope, with love. Let me make prayer my first work, my persistent work, my most important work; work that I do for you, for others, for the whole world. Let my prayer be a channel for your love, your grace, your peace for those for whom I pray, and for myself, O dear and blessed Lord.”
Eric Milner-White
(via lyndsaydodd)
Then be a light and quit putting your own “opinion” out there for everyone to see. Stop causing a ruckus that forces people to butt heads and be downright cruel to each other, and keep your “thoughts” where they belong. Pray that others become accepting. Don’t just post something or throw your two cents out there and expect everyone to just be forgiving and accepting. You love the Lord, the Lord of all creation. You want to, and even crave to, see love and acceptance in this world, so act like it. You are above that. God is with you. Listen. Listen to Him. He never forces anything. Help people. Don’t push them. If Christians could get this part down, we would have so much more of an impact on the darkness and corruption of the world. God accepts and loves everyone, and any person with a relationship with Him will know. You don’t have to protect others, God has them. Just pray. Pray that hearts soften. Pray that everyone stops being so judgmental. Most of all, leave this mess up to the One who can fix it.
Woof. Rough. Day.
No more jealousy.
No more spite.
No more pride.
I need more Jesus, less world more Jesus.
I miss girl’s nights.
