I sit on the eve of meeting you, and I’m at a loss for words. Speechless to the growth and knowledge and pain and triumph that has happened leading up to you. There is not enough time in the world to explain to you all that has happened this past year- but maybe there is to tell you a bit of what I’ve learned.
Recently, one of my mentors asked me to sit and take some time with Jesus and let him determine my season. We as humans are so quick to label ourselves by societal standards, and she wanted me to take some time and allow him to name me, rather than me name myself.
I used to think that emptiness was something that needed to be combated at every second of the day. Feeling empty? Shoot someone a text. Feeling empty? Go out with friends. Feeling empty? Flip on the TV and fit into that narrative. Emptiness feels scary, unless you have dealt with it before. Or, at least, know where to turn when you feel it.
In college, I had an existential crisis. It’s easy to say now, but it really rocked me for a few months. I had chosen what I knew was a safe career path, and I knew I would be making great money. Fall semester of my senior (fourth) year, I was sitting in my Tuesday 2PM class and was struck by the thought, “You’ll never be happy doing this the rest of your life.”
Definition of curate (v.)- to pull together, sift through, and select for presentation. // I don’t know about you, but I most definitely have caught myself putting more effort into the presentation of my Instagram profile rather than myself. Because it’s just so easy.
And if by grace, then it is no longer by works; if it were, grace would no longer be grace. - Romans 11:6 -