Posts tagged real talk
What if One Smile Could Change the World?

Life is hard. We are all fighting some kind of battle. A hard battle. It is easy to feel overwhelmed with the weight of responsibilities and expectations. We have families to care for, bills to pay, and deadlines to meet. We walk around with broken relationships and broken hearts. We experience loss, rejection, disappointment, and abandonment. We have been victimized and offended. We feel alone and forgotten. We can feel like we are drowning in the worries and cares of this world. But there is hope! Jesus came to rescue us from the weight of this world. He wants to carry our burdens for us. He wants to give us the courage to keep pressing on. 

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Four Steps to Living a Carefree Life

For me, stillness means sitting at the water’s edge or beneath a patio watching the rain pitter-patter through aromatic pine needles. That’s where I truly feel at peace, where not one thought clouds my ability to breathe in the fresh air and live in the moment. The neat thing about stillness is everyone approaches it differently. What might bring me peace, may not do a single thing for you. Your idea of relaxation could be the complete opposite of how I rejuvenate and reset. This is why I don’t want to push my idea of stillness on you. Instead, I’ll tell you of all the ways I practice stillness in my life and what’s worked for me.

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The Necessity of Being Still

At the beginning of the year, God whispered two words to my heart, “Be still.” I didn’t really know how He wanted me to apply those words to my life in this season, but I wanted to take Him seriously. So, I did all the things I knew to do. I prayed God would teach me to “be still.” I thought about those words and how they might apply to my life. I bought the “Be Still” artwork from the local Christian bookstore to hang above my desk so I would be reminded of God’s words. And then, I continued living my life as is. I have had seasons in my life when God has been silent. The beginning of this year was one of those seasons.

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Even at Rest, You are Still YOU

Day after day of chaos has me pleading for quiet moments. All I want is to stop for a minute or two and do nothing. I dream of having the sleep and lack of responsibility I had as a child. Taking naps and staying still, I hope, are the rewards of the constant moving and striving. But the moment I stop in one place, the fear creeps in. What will I miss? What opportunity will pass me by while I rest? What if I never move again? What I longed for becomes more scary than the taxing and brutal reality of always working to achieve. I can't let go because I might fade away. People might forget my name, my actions. It is a nearly paralyzing thought.

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Pushing Against the Tide of Doing Too Much

If you’re a busy girl, you know that giving yourself pause to slow down and do nothing for a while can be… difficult. But when you’re running your butt off all day and all week, you have to give yourself the opportunity to breathe and let go. I’m no stranger to this game and oftentimes feel like I need to be doing something worth putting on Instagram stories every day. But you don’t have to. While there’s a part of me that’s always go go go, there’s another part that needs to take one day every weekend to do absolutely nothing in order to rebound for the next week. Rest and time off are essential to anyone trying to conquer the world. 

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Series Introduction: Stillness

Life. Will. Not. Slow. Down. Ever since before the start of summer, it feels like I’ve been a passenger on the NYC subway. Quickly getting on, only to hop off even faster so I don’t miss the next train. And, holy moly is this exhausting! I am truly wiped out. Between extended vacations to far away states, weekend trips up north, and bachelorette parties, I find myself craving a Sunday at home doing absolutely nothing in my pajamas—longing for stillness. As I sit down to write this, during one of the busiest work weeks I’ve experienced since first starting my job last fall, stillness is most definitely on mind. Yes, I love the hustle. I appreciate the busy seasons, but it’s beginning to feel like I’ve forgotten the value of being still, finding peace. 

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The Process of Living Loved

Normally, I approach these topics by revealing how I have overcome something that once hindered me. I am transparent, but only in showing where I have come from, more so than, where I am at currently. But, when I finally got myself to sit down and think on what it means to “live loved” I was stumped. I tried to think of an instance where I fully stepped into who I am, believing in God’s will for my life and who HE has called me to be. The issue is I am bad at receiving. When it comes to being drenched in the love of Christ, I am like the driest desert you can think of amidst the first rainfall it’s ever experienced.

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The Secret to True Connection

I was once friends with a girl who kept her life very private. I never really knew when she was struggling or how her life was at home. She’d tell me about her latest boy crush and their brief, flirty text messages—but nothing more. We’d call ourselves “best friends” but I didn’t have a clue about her past. I couldn’t tell you what made her, well, her. Being the person I was, she knew a little bit more about me—but when it came to the skeletons in my closet, I only gave her a peek. I never felt safe to open myself up.

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Own Your Pain, You Will Survive It

I loathe conflict. I don't like people disliking me. I don't like to argue. I don't like to put myself in situations where I know I would be judged. I figure life has plenty of drama on its own—why seek it out? So, I dodge certain people in grocery aisles and delete typed responses to social media debates because I'm not about to march right under someone's microscope. I'm an introvert and an avoider, and I am fully aware of it. What I wasn't aware of was how honesty and transparency can throw you into the line of fire even faster than a good ol' opinionated comment. I avoided the spotlight, but telling my everyday stories to supermarket clerks and new acquaintances made the focus burn twice as bright.

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