me

February 14, 2020

I don’t want to write about me.

I don’t want to share me.

I’m afraid you won’t like me.

Some days I don’t even like me.

How’s that for a REAL moment? Too REAL? I think one of the reasons I’ve been struggling to write is because what I believe God is calling me to write and what I actually want to write are two very different things. But when I think about it, that’s how many of us exist: in a world where we are being called to more while our feet desperately try to stay planted in the comfort of less…because we know and understand less, and because more is simply incomprehensible, having not yet experienced it’s glory.

So here is just a glimpse of me: tear-filled eyes me, no make up me, hair a mess me, not ready to face the day me, REAL me…

…hoping I’m enough, for you, as I desperately try to pull my heels from the less ground and onto His more calling.

Are you brave enough to join me?