Hey! It’s been a really long time — I haven’t posted in almost a year.
A lot has happened; I completed the internship of my dreams, got engaged to the man of my dreams, and graduated from the university of my dreams. Yet, I have been without words, waiting for the Lord to speak through me again.
Something the Lord is still having to change my heart about in this season is why I’m doing what I’m doing.
Why am I serving the Lord? Why am I striving? Why do I try so hard? Why do I care so much about what people think? Why do I always want to be the best? Why do I worship? Why does it effect me so greatly when I fail and when I can’t invest in as much as I want? Why do I feel like this weight is on my shoulders that only I can carry?
I had plans for today when I went to bed last night. I knew how my morning was going to go and then I was expecting a visitor around lunch time. Well the morning bled into the afternoon and my heart started to sink. My expectations were not met, and I was left confused and uncertain.
I haven’t been struggling, but I’ve felt like I’ve been at a standstill. I don’t have as much fun as I used to and my classes just make me mad. I love FCA and church, but I haven’t been truly excited about much recently.
A few weeks ago at Middle School Fuse, we learned about repentance and the promises of the Beatitudes. During the message, we discussed what the Beatitudes really mean, and I began to truly understand them for the first time. I thought I would share what God further showed me as I meditated on the discussions at Fuse...