Daring to Hope Again

As some of you know, I was offered the opportunity to be on the launch team for Katie Majors (Kisses from Katie) newest book Daring to Hope. In the beginning, I had no strong desire to read this book, I honestly just love getting to be on a launch team for the free copy of a book and the community that builds within the team during the launch season. But as usual, God had another plan. 

I received my copy of the book about a week before my world completely fell apart. Only God knew that I would need this book in order to get through this season fully, completely 100% relying and trusting on Him and Him alone. 

A little background for those who do not know me quite as well, or not at all: I moved to Ohio about a year ago, and started working with a ministry called The Daughter Project, which is a recovery home for teen girls rescued from the sex trafficking industry. This year has been the most challenging year of my life. I have successfully managed living in an apartment alone, and holding down a full time job during that year. Also during that year? 3 major car repairs, no heat in my apartment for most of the winter, I lost most of my close friendships, family members died, money was tight, and SO many other intense struggles. I got to the end of year one and couldn't help but be questioning "God, why on earth did you bring me to Ohio?!" Little did I know He would use this book, and a huge crisis to give me the answer why. 

About 3 weeks ago, my coworkers and I were told that due to intense financial struggles, our house would be shutting down, and our girls would be moving to support homes. It honestly felt like the wind was completely knocked out of my soul. I was SO angry. I was angry at God, and angry that we had found ourselves in this situation. I spent the next few days crying, praying, and begging God to give me some clarity in this season. I kept asking God why He sent me to Ohio, when we obviously "failed" at ministry because we had to shut down. I kept asking "Why God?! Why do you keep asking me to walk through these hard paths over and over again?! Why do you keep asking me to love these people who keep walking out of my life?! WHY?!" And of course God with His perfect timing had me read this part of Daring to Hope during this intense part of the journey. Backstory: a woman who Katie has been caring for for months has just died, and Katie is walking through the grief of losing her. 

"The temptation was ever present to think that we didn't do it, that death meant we had failed. But my loving Father whispered a different story. "We did it," He would say in that soft Father way as if it was our secret. As if He could see all the parts of my heart that the world couldn't, all the questions, all the reservations. He heard all my unspoken questions about how things might have unfolded if we had done something different, met her sooner, seen a different doctor, anything. And He assured me that things were always as He intended. "We did it." She is home. She is whole. And we had walked her there, straight into His arms. We had not let go of her hand, and He had not let go of ours. 

I asked Him "why" again and again. What could all this suffering possibly accomplish? Why would He allow our family to walk through death like this repeatedly? Why would He allow us to love people so deeply? A dear friend suggested, "Maybe because He knew you would." 

Could that be God's answer to us as we walk the hard road? "I knew you would do it. I knew you would love them. 

And suddenly the hard road becomes not a burden, but a place of great honor, a place of partnership, and intimacy with Him. We didn't have to love Betty, we got to love Betty. We were allowed by our gracious and merciful Father to love these people, to give ourselves to something so grand as ushering His beautiful children back into His arms at Heaven's Gate." 

I don't know if these few paragraphs take your breath away like they did mine, but I had to reread it a few times to really let it sink in. Each time I read it, my heart feels more and more full. I didn't have to come to Ohio to work at TDP. I didn't have to love a friend who walked out of my life this past year. I didn't have to work through the pain of my past and allow God to use it for good. But I got to. I got to come to Ohio and work for a year with some of the most incredible girls and co-workers you could ever ask for. I got the privilege to spend almost 5 years loving my friend well. I got the privilege to work through my past and have God use it for good. God had me walk my path, pain and all, because He knew I would do it well. 

How incredible is that? Who would have thought that one simple phrase would change my entire way of thinking and living? Literally in a few weeks I have gone from hating every awful thing I've gone through, to seeing it as a blessing. Now that does NOT mean that all the things that I've gone through are suddenly good, but that I can see them through another lense, and how God has actually used them to shape me, mold me, and grow me. The past still definitely hurts 100%, but this idea has given me new found freedom to let it go, to let myself heal and face hard things, and to believe that God still is working for my good. 

And so soon after this initial revelation came the layoff- the goodbyes, the pain, tears and anger that this is the season we are in. And yet, I have been 100% at peace. I've been joking that I've been a bit too peaceful, honestly haha. But I know that God brought me to Ohio because He knew I would. He knew I would come here and love people well. He knew that I would face parts of my pain I wouldn't otherwise have found courage to face if I hadn't come. He knew I would let go of a not so healthy, but very deep and meaningful friendship if I came here, and I wouldn't have had the reasons, strength, courage, or wisdom to do so without coming here. And so I am at peace. Do I know where my rent money for November is coming from? No I honestly don't. Do I know how I am going to buy groceries next month? No I don't. But I do know this- God is faithful, and He brought me here for a reason. He brought me here for such a time as this, and I know full well that He isn't finished with me yet. I've talked with my counselor many many times about how I want to become a therapist. And as we have navigated this journey together, it is becoming more and more clear that God is having me walk through these challenges to better serve my future clients. And that in itself makes it all worth it. 

This was another few paragraphs that I loved closer to the end of the book:

"Sometimes, the things we would never pick for our lives give us an opportunity to receive God's provision, to see Him working in ways we otherwise might not experience. Sometimes we are allowed to climb the mountain so we can behold the ram in the thicket, so that we can know God all the more. It's amazing really, that we can get exactly what we need by walking through what we never wanted. In the dry places, when our lives are not going at all as we intended, He can draw us to Himself the way He always intended. " A few paragraphs later she adds: 

"But now I know: the things I never wanted were the things I needed most. The things that I thought would break me were the things that drove me straight to Him. My anguish and sorrow sen me to the Healer who would mend all those broken places and put me back together more beautifully than I had imagined. All those cracks and holes and ruptures, they would be the places in my life where His glory would shine through. Beauty, though not as I had expected it, would be found amid the ashes, These would be the places that taught me His heart as He lovingly and tenderly bound them up, and they would make me brave ready for the next thing. Ready for anything."

This is why I can Dare to Hope even when my physical world is shaking, and my foundation and security fallen. This is why I can continue to dare to dream, and that I can trust and know full well that God is in fact working in my pain. I have questioned for years why God has allowed us to walk through pain, and for me Katie's book gave me answers and peace that I have been longing for in ways that I cannot even begin to describe. I will finish with one last quote: 

"Maybe the hardest things make us the best kind of brave and the best kind of ready for all that God has next. They teach us to lean into Him time and time again because we see that it is true: when we are weak, He is strong. "

This is my prayer for myself tonight, and for anyone out there reading this. I am praying that through this season of unknown and unemployment God will continue making me the best kind of brave, and ready for all that He has next for me. I cannot, cannot encourage you enough to buy and read this book as quickly as you can. I promise you that God will use it to bring you closer to His heart in ways you could not even ask or imagine. Daring to Hope comes out October 3rd, and you can preorder it at the link below! 

https://www.amazon.com/Daring-Hope-Finding-Goodness-Beautiful/dp/0525499857

Finding True Rest in the Father at 5 AM

There is part of me that is sitting here thinking "Can it really have been two months since my last blog post?! Has my life really been that crazy?!" The simple answer? Yes.

My life has been the definition of insanity since about June. I think I have cried, yelled, cussed, prayed, and collapsed in exhaustion more in the past 3 months than I honestly have in years. I have questioned every single thing that God was doing in my life and said my famous phrase of "What are we doing?!" more often than I can even begin to count. I've sat in my supervisor's office crying trying to figure out what the heck God has me doing here in Ohio, and begged him to send me back to Michigan more often than I'd like to admit.

And yet here I sit. I am still here. It was a heck of a summer, but I am still here. It's almost 4:30 am as I am typing this, and I am sure it will be much later by the time I finish typing all of this. I've been begging God for some time of complete silence and stillness for a while now. I've known that I needed a long stretch of uninterrupted, introverted, God time. And today/tonight I finally got that. How? Through nightwatch.

I used to have a love/hate relationship with nightwatch while I worked at Shelterwood. Honestly? After working an 8 hr shift the LAST thing I wanted to do every week was then stay up all night. But what came out of nightwatches? Deeper relationships with my co-workers- especially my roommate Elise, and my good friend Jessica. Nightwatch brought a time of stillness, where my normally beyond crazy world at the Wood became still, and I suddenly had time and space to simply sit and listen to what God wanted to talk to me about. And as much as I hated it (especially the night watch hangover the next day!) that has been one part of working at the Wood that I have missed the most. So when the opportunity came up to take over one of our nightwatches at TDP while a co-worker was on vacation, I jumped on it.

If I am being honest, part of me was scared of what God was going to reveal to me as I sat here and listened. I was scared to see the state that my heart is in, as it's been through the ringer more often than not over the past year. I was scared to have to stay up all night, when I haven't felt like I have gotten enough sleep ever this past year. And then, God brought to my mind the verse above. My sould finds rest in God alone..... It may be almost 4:30 am, and I have in fact been up for about 20 hours at this point. But my soul feels more rested right now than it has all year, but especially in the past few months. Tonight reminded me that I literally can only find rest for my soul in God alone. No human being, no book, music, movie, coffee, or even ice cream will give me the rest that God alone can give me. But the thought that is haunting my heart tonight? If I recognize this as truth, why has it taken me so long to set aside this time with my Papa when my heart knows that this is what it has been needing and longing for?

I remember a few months ago my pastor prayed with me at church and told me that God was preparing me for a very difficult season ahead. He told me it would be like many seasons I'd faced before, but this time it would be easier because I have begun to trust God as my Father, and I would let Him control. But, it was still going to be trying and I needed to be prepared. I thought about this afterwards, and thought "I've been through a lot already. What could I possibly have to walk through that would be harder than any of that?"

And yet here I am. Still in the storm, but feeling as if I am in the eye of the hurricane. Secure, safe, house beginning to flood, but knowing that the storm is coming to a close soon. I've had to walk through things I thought I was wayyyyyy done with. I've had to revisit pain from the past, and learn to forgive people yet again. I've watched people walk out of my life recently who promised me they never would, and had to learn to live without them. I've felt more alone in the past year than I have ever in my entire life. And yet in all this pain, I've been seeing God breathing life into places that no life could be found. I've been building new relationships in places that I thought I'd never be ready to let another human into. Slowly but surely, I am healing. And it looks like nothing I could have ever expected or imagined.

I don't know what this next season is going to look like. I am very sure that God is calling me to stay in Ohio, but also calling me to become more invested in my home church in Michigan. How is that going to work? I have literally no idea. I know He is calling me to a deeper relationship with Him, and calling me to find community to share life with. He is calling me to set boundaries with some people, and calling me to let others in more than I have in the past. Most of all He is calling me to freedom. He is calling me to grace. He is calling me to find healing. He is calling me to be exactly who He created me to be, and I feel closer to being that person than I have ever been in the past.

I am slowly discovering that by finding my spiritual rest in Him, and not just in my physical rest in bed, I am refreshed. I am renewed. I am inspired, and I am seeing His work more clearly and more evidently. My prayer every day has been that my ears will be open to hear his voice, and that my eyes will see his fingerprints covering the work He is doing everywhere I go. I want to love like he loves. I no longer pray that God would remove people from my life that I disagree with, but that He would help me love them as HE loves them, and that I would be able to show them His grace and compassion in all that I say and do.

Part of me wants to apologize for this post being so long. I honestly don't even know if anyone will take the time to read this far down. And yet I hope and pray someone does because I want to encourage you with this: Don't give up. Don't give up on your relationship with God. Don't give up on church, praying, the human race as a whole, or yourself. Ask God today to show you his fingerprints. Ask Him to show up in your day, to show you his blessings wherever you go. He hasn't abandoned you yet, and he honestly never will. He so so desperately wants you to find your rest in Him. He wants you to figure out what makes your heart soar, and what makes you so angry at the injustice that it makes you scream. He wants you to live. And the only way you can truly live is in Him.

So here is my random thought of the day for you: What does your nightwatch look like? What does your soul need to reconnect with God on a level that you barely understand? Can I challenge you to do that today? Or at least start praying that God would give you the opportunity to have that time with Him? Ask him to start preparing your heart. Dive into the life he has given you. You won't regret it.

Community is a Choice

I have come to realize something over the past few weeks: community is a choice. It doesn't just "happen". Good, healthy relationships take effort and work and that is just a reality we have to accept if we want to have solid, real, relationships in our lives. I've felt like I've been in a bit of a tailspin since I got back from KC. I've thought through the idea of moving back to Missouri more times than I can count in the past two weeks, and cried many tears. I've wanted to go back for one reason: I miss my community.

Now here is reality: my "community" at Shelterwood now lives literally all over the globe. Going back to Independence is not going to give me my community back. A few of them, yes. But not all of them. And yet, I long for the deep, real, God centered relationships that I had with my coworkers and girls at the wood.

I talked with one of my newer coworkers Wednesday, and it was like God gently knocked me to my senses: I CAN have community here; IF I choose to allow it to happen. I have been fighting it hardcore since I moved here a year ago, and I feel as if God is gently revealing what this next season will look like for me: learning what true vulnerability looks like with safe people.

I've been learning in counseling the past few months what it looks like to be "real" with people but not sharing every detail about things. I've been learning what work relationships should look like vs what closer friendships should look like. And let me tell you- it's hard. For most of my life, I've been an all or nothing kinda person when it comes to relationships. I either tell you nothing, or I tell you everything. I like you, or I don't. I can work with you, or I can't. There was never really any inbetweens. And yet the more I go through life, the more I realize there needs to be more gray in my relationships instead of straight black and white.

One of my coworkers (and soon to be roommate!! :) ) texted me this morning with some much needed encouragement as a I face a situation I am dreading and has caused me much anxiety later today. I had good conversations with two of my new coworkers last night, and another good convo as I mentioned earlier. I truly believe that God is challenging my view of what community means, and giving me the opportunity to engage in a community again like I did in Missouri. I am excited to see what this next year at TDP will bring, and see how God increases my community here!!

So here is my random thought of the day for you: Are you engaging in community? Do you have people in your life who can challenge, encourage, and spur you on? I'd like to encourage you today to open up to the idea of engaging in some sort of community. Whether that means joining a small group at church, taking an art or fitness class, joining a bible study, or a book club- simply find a group that accepts you for who you are, and challenges you to be the person God created you to be.

Life is Short. I Want to Live it Well.

I haven't written a blog post in FOREVER. Seriously, my life has been straight chaos since the middle of December, and things have just started slowing down again. I was driving to a meeting for work today, and this song by Switchfoot came on my local Christian radio station. I listened to the words, and I realized that has been my goal for 2017: Life is short. I want to live it well. 

As many of you know, we had to say goodbye to one of our girls a few weeks ago. It's been a bit of an emotional whirlwind as we navigated figuring out what was best for her, and for us. And yet, after being in storm of chaos for 5 months, the clouds are finally breaking and I am getting some clarity on this season of chaos that I have not been able to understand. I thought through these things this morning and I thought of one thing: We are only promised each day that we wake up, we are never promised tomorrow. I've thought about my relationship with this girl. I thought about how she argued with me, and told me she hated me more often than she told me she loved me. And yet as she left, she wrote me a letter saying that I was a huge part of her 2017, she knows that I love her, she loves me too, and she will never forget me. I could have spent my days being angry at her, and hating her back. I could have quit (SO MANY TIMES) because of the crazy shenanigans she would pull. And yet, I just couldn't. I couldn't (and still can't seem to) shake the idea that God has brought me here for a reason, and the time isn't over yet. And without knowing it, I was praying that God would help me to live my life, and love her well. 

I've questioned many times why God brought me to Ohio almost a year ago. It's been a difficult adjustment. I am just now starting to no longer feel "new" at work. I am just starting to feel like I can possibly take down my walls with my coworkers. I am just starting to feel like my apartment is "home". This weekend is the first weekend that I have thought: Okay. I think I can do this. I think I can survive here. I might even be able to thrive here if I let myself. And that's frustrating to me. I hate new, I hate change, I hate adjusting. I hate it because it makes me feel weak and vulnerable, and I don't want people to mistake my vulnerability for weakness. If I had my way, I would have been this "adjusted" two weeks after moving. Not 8 months after moving. 

But yet, I thought through all these things today and I feel like God is making one thing clear: He has brought me to Ohio to make me well. He has brought me to Ohio to help me fully become the person he has called me to be. I have spent much of this past year fighting God if I am being honest. I have been dragged along kicking and screaming, and refusing to cooperate with anything He has asked me to do. And it took a good friend calling me out on my behavior last Wednesday for me to really realize that I need to take a deep breath and reassess for a minute and think this through: Am I really living my life well? 

This life is short. I have lost way too many people in this life both through death, and through circumstances. Even throughout this year I have watched as relationships that were crucial to my life seemingly fell apart, and I was miserable and crushed. And yet, the ones that have needed to have come back together just as they needed to be at the same time. I've spent so much of my life whining and complaining because things aren't going how I wanted or planned for them to go. And yet I sit here and I now know: I have a choice to make. I can keep sitting whining and complaining and not going anywhere. Or, I can choose to accept the fact that life is short, but God has very, very good plans for me. And if I will just choose to embrace them, He can help me live it very very well. 

So here is my random thought of the day for you: Are you living your life well? Or are you letting the small things of this world chain you up and hold you back? I challenge you to take some time today and simply ask God to show you a glimpse of the plan he has for you. And ask Him how you can live your life well today: spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and physically. As I start this next chapter of 2017, I am praying a new prayer: That God would give me the wisdom, and motivation to live each day well and to accomplish the purposes he has set before me. One step at a time. 

It's Now or Never

I've compared myself to Katniss Everdeen many times as I've walked the minefield of anxiety/depression/ptsd. But within the past few months, I have found another character that I strongly relate to on an unreal level: Lorelai Gilmore. 

Granted, long before watching Gilmore Girls I was a coffee drinking, junk food loving, sarcastic, witty, book and movie loving human. But, watching Gilmore Girls has only intensified these loves in my life. I watched this woman, who is living a life far from anything that she dreamed of because of the cards life chose to hand her. I related to her as a I watched her fight with her parents, and then cry because she simply didn't know how to communicate with them in a way that worked for both of them. I watched as she made really dumb decisions, but also made really good decisions and just kept fighting to make her life the best that it could be despite her circumstances. 

I watched as some of my not so good characteristics came out in her character- passive aggressiveness, a seemingly inability to deal with intense negative emotions, and a struggle to deal with change all while self medicating with junk food and coffee. Many people say Lorelai is selfish, and self-centered. I think Lorelai has been hurt a lot, and burned a lot by the people in her life, and her poor behavior in certain circumstances was fueled by that behavior. I think her parents got burned a lot as well, and acted out of their pain as well. And yet, both parties tried hard to fight through their pain and be the best "them" that they could be. And it was far from perfect. Lorelai said and did things that she later regretted and her parents did the same. But they kept on trying, and that is what is important. 

*spoilers ahead for those who haven't watched the new Gilmore Girls season yet* I just finished the 3rd episode- Summer. And Lorelai has hit a crossroads with her mom, Luke, and Rory. She's spent her entire life being "perfectly quirky Lorelai Gilmore who isn't bothered by anything hurtful that anyone says or does"and she hasn't let anyone into her deep pain. She hasn't let anyone, even herself acknowledge that her past was HARD, and its okay to have a deep emotional reaction to that. That it's okay to break down. There's a song that plays in the show that basically says it's now or never- you gotta let your self break or you probably never will. And Lorelai is coming to terms with the fact that she has got to face her deep pain and fears and let herself finally break. 

I had a similar encounter in counseling today, hours before I watched the episode of Gilmore Girls I just talked about. I'd be lying to you if I said that my past was "easy". Both sides of my family have experienced severe drug and alcohol addictions, divorce, and simply family dysfunction on many levels, this isn't really a secret, if you know me well we've talked about it. While a lot of this dysfunction didn't happen in my immediate family, it was all very close- aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc. All of it had an effect on me, my siblings, and my parents. While not perfect, (honestly who is?!) I give my parents a crap ton of credit. They both came from intense home life situations, and they both worked their butts off to give their kids a better homelife than they had. Does this mean our family was totally fine, and none of the dysfunction affected us? No. Not at all. I wish that was reality, but that is the reality with sin in this world. There were times when my parents and I could not see eye to eye no matter how hard we tried, and I was angry about things that had happened that I wish could have changed. As I have gotten older, I have realized that even had everything "bad" not happened when I was younger, I still would have gotten hurt. This world is still inherently evil. I still would have come out with scars even if my family was "perfect". 

And so I sat in counseling today, and my counselor and I talked about how my personality is similar to Lorelai. We talked about the pros/cons with that, and gave examples of how Lorelai handled situations well, and in some ways she really screwed things up and how she found solutions to those screw ups. And I got out of counseling and watched that episode and thought "This is where I am at right now... It's how I've been since I got to Ohio six months ago. It's like my mind is telling me 'It's now or never.' You've got to let the pain you experienced as a kid go, in order to move forward and really enjoy your life." 

This blog is a bit more personal than I normally go.... I think that's okay though. I've lived my entire life terrified of letting people in, and letting them see how the scenes of my past affected me. I've been so scared that if I let this brokenness show, everyone would be repulsed and leave me. I am slowly coming to terms with the fact that this just might not be true. So here is my random thought of the day for you: Do you see a bit of Lorelai Gilmore in yourself? Are you afraid to let your brokenness show, and let God's healing waters rush through the cracks and make you healed and whole? Yes, your cracks will still show. But I am starting to be convinced that that really, truly isn't such a bad thing afterall. I encourage you to take a step back today, and really truly consider the idea of facing your pain. Really ask yourself if you've let go of the wrongs done against you, and wrongs you have committed yourself. And if you haven't, will you consider starting on that journey today? I'd love to walk through that journey with you if need someone to start it with. 

2016: A Year of Self Discovery

I sit here in my living room once again on another New Year's Eve, and part of me cannot believe that yet another year has come to a close. I think back to where I was at at this time in 2015, and it honestly just breaks my heart. I was SO worn out, defeated, and broken. I still cannot remember 90% of October-December of 2015. I was so desperate for this year to be ANYTHING but 2015, that I couldn't even dream, ask or imagine any goals of what that could even look like. And now I sit here, and I see how God pulled me out of that dark pit, and has brought me into more than I could have ever asked or imagined.

This year I worked at a nannying job that I LOVED. I got to go back to Shelterwood and restore relationships and bring closure to a season that brought immense joy and immense pain. I got to go spend a week in Denver, Colorado with my best friend. I got to go to Chicago with my best friends for the first time. I moved to Ohio and got my first car and first apartment and started working at a job that I LOVE.

This year was also filled with pain.... I lost my uncle to a drug overdose. I've watched as many of my friendships have fallen apart due to life changes, and people changing. I've cried as I've worked through things in counseling. I've cried as I've realized that I am a person who deserves love, and deserves to be treated appropriately, and have lost relationships because of that. I've been angry at God as I simply haven't understood what He was doing and how He was working. It's been quite the year honestly, it's been quite the year.

And yet I sit here, and I read my blog post from last year and I realized that for the first time in my life I fulfilled my resolution for this year: I simply wanted to live a life that gave me the freedom to be me in whatever context that ended up being, and I feel like I achieved that in so many more ways than I could have ever imagined.

And now I look to 2017. There is a large part of me that wants to set a bunch of unfufillable goals, but there is a larger part of me that wants 2017 to look a lot like 2016 did, simply learning to be me, and who God created me to be, not who the world tells me to be. I could choose to sit here and be afraid of what this year could bring, I know I was afraid last year, I wont deny that in the slightest. But, in true Hunger Games fashion, here is my resolution for 2017:

That's my only goal of 2017- I want to live a life of Hope instead of fear. I want the Hope and peace of Christ to be so evident in my life, that the fear of Satan has no place, and no control. I want to continue running headfirst into the life God has called me to live. 

So here is my random thought of the day for you.... What can be your goal this year to be more of who God created you to be? It may be getting healthy, or it may be taking time to pray each day. It may mean starting counseling, or getting back into going to church. But here this- Even if you fail miserably and don't accomplish ANYTHING over the next year please don't forget that your purpose doesn't come from a stupid new years resolution. It comes from Christ, and no matter what is thrown at you this year, as long as He is in the drivers seat you can throw fear out the window because God's got it! And, I can guarantee that when you sit down next year you will be blown away by all you've accomplished even if it feels like the past year was a failure. 

So to friends, family, acquaintances, or family members in Christ- Happy New Year. Thank you for walking through this journey of life with me, and I hope God fills your next year with blessings beyond what you can comprehend!  

It's Not Over.

I am sitting in our kitchen sipping tea and chatting with my co-worker Rachel in British accents as I try to refill my tank after a week that I'd rather forget as it was draining physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually.

After an incredibly filling weekend, I came back to work and got SLAMMED. Literally and metaphorically. On Monday, I came back and discovered that my heat wasn't working properly in my apartment. Tuesday, I backed into a co-workers car and caused some damage to my vehicle and hers. After I got my insurance stuff figured out on Wednesday morning I sat down and through tears said "I am basically homeless since my apartment is too cold to stay there, and now I am stranded without a car! Are you kidding me?! I thought life was going to get easier when I accepted this job and moved! Not ridiculously harder!" I seriously began questioning all that God has been doing, and what he has called me to do. As I talked to my counselor in tears Tuesday and Wednesday, she gently reminded me that the world was not coming to an end. Yes, these things are hard. Very hard when it's the first time you are experiencing them as a young adult for the first time out on your own. But she reminded me that I would survive this, and that it was okay to cry and be stressed out and angry that all of this happened.

As many of you know, I also have been struggling hardcore with the fact that we haven't had girls in our house in a really long time. Patience is not exactly my strongest quality, actually it's probably the thing I struggle with the most. I finally got to a point a few nights ago where I just laid my heart out to God and said "My way isn't working. I know you've called me here for a purpose. Please reveal to my heart what that purpose is, please. Even if only a part of it." And I left it at that.

On Wednesday we got a bunch of referral calls, one after another and it looks like we will in fact have girls sometime in the near future. My heart finally feels like it can calm down for the first time since the end of September, and that my friends is a beautiful, beautiful thing.

So now as I sit here under the lights of our Christmas tree, (Yes, I moved. This blog post took me a while to write lol) I am remembering this key phrase: It's not over until God says it's over. My co-worker Rachel and I talked for a while this morning and she introduced me to this song by Kirk Franklin:

And as I sat and listened to the words this morning, God refreshed my perspective and reminded me that no matter what kind of giant is before me, it's not over until He says it's over. I sit here and I think "Is my life easy right now?" No, it's not. My apartment may be having heating problems, but I have a nice warm house with lovely co-workers to stay at. My car may be in the shop, but I have family and friends who are willing to pick me up and drive me places. I may have to pay a car repair bill for the next few months, but at least I have a job to pay for it.

So here is my random thought of the day for you: What things have you decided are over and done with that God may be trying to tell you that He isn't finished with yet? Can I challenge you today? Take time and talk with Him about all of that. I guarantee you that there is a reason for the season you are in. It may not be a fun reason, but there is a reason. I sit here under the light of the tree and I am thankful for this season of no girls. It has made me learn how to set boundaries with people at this new job. It has given me a chance to get to know my co-workers. It has helped me learn some new things that trigger my anxiety, and given me a chance to get real with God. All of which are things that would have been very difficult to think through and handle on top of working with the girls.

So while this season has been really hard, I am thankful and I know that I have grown a whole heck of a lot because of it. And I hope that no matter what you are facing today, you remember this one thing- It's not over until He says it's over.