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Isaiah 41:10

Tonight, I felt the need to blog. Since the move, things have been going great. Until recently.

Before I explain, I need to start off by saying that I don’t have the best driving record out there. About a month after moving, I get a letter from Michigan’s DMV saying that my license has been indefinitely suspended because I failed to appear to a drivers reexamination. However, I never got the notification to appear. So I called them. After being on hold for about an hour, they said that they sent a notification out on October 12. Days after I had made the move.

In order to get my license back, I had to have a doctor fill out a form and send it back to Michigan’s DMV. I can’t get a PA license until this is cleared.

I got the form completed, and I sent it out. However, part of me is scared that I’ll never get my license back (it’s a bit extreme, I know). Then this verse popped up. Isaiah 41:10.

“Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.”

From what I gather after reading the chapter, is that God is speaking to the people of Israel. They don’t have to be afraid, because God will help them through.

I sit here and I think about how far God has gotten me. I managed to get myself out of a sticky situation when I got stranded in Ohio. He has provided for me financially to go back to Michigan for the rest of my things. He has given me a job to help pay the bills and a way to continue my education. So what makes this situation any different? Why am I so afraid?

I may not know what God’s plan is for me. My life is a bunch of tiny puzzle pieces that will come together when I die. I won’t get to see the puzzle until I die. I’m living in the unknown.

God works in mysterious ways, and I can’t just keep taking my own self will back every time things don’t go my way. That my friends, is my biggest problem. I know he provides, and rewards the faithful. So what am I so afraid of? Deep down, I know I’ll get my license back. So why am I so worried?

The best logical answer I can come up with is that I’m only human. I’m not perfect, I never will be perfect. The best I can do is base my decisions on what the Lord is saying to me, and what He wants me to do. That can only be accomplished if I’m willing to listen. If I’m not willing to listen then it’s never going to work.

When the Israelites were traveling to the Promised Land, I’m sure that things weren’t going their way.

No journey is easy. That’s why we have to trust in The Plan. We have to trust that these puzzle pieces that we call our lives will join together one day and create a beautiful masterpiece. We have to remain faithful. I have to remain faithful.

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Faith, Trust, and an Ohio Trooper

It’s been awhile since I’ve blogged. Thankfully it’s a hobby and I’m not getting paid for it, otherwise I’d suck at my job.

So much has happened within this last month and I’ve experienced things I never thought I would experience.

Recently, I did something I never imagined I would do. I packed up everything I had, and I moved out of state to live with my mom. I don’t like moving and change terrifies me so I’m amazed that it even happened.

I had reached a breaking point. I had realized that I wasn’t living up to my full potential because I was letting so many things bog me down. I realized that I didn’t have to let those things bog me down and that I could do whatever it is that I wanted to, and so I moved.

I lived in Michigan and my Mom lives in Pennsylvania. It’s about a 5 hour drive. On my way there initially (I eventually had to come back for the rest of my things) I broke down outside of sandusky. I didn’t have a phone and my cat was disturbed in his carrier in the front seat. I didn’t know what to do.

I tried (carefully) flagging people down. That didn’t work. I had this weird notion that I should keep driving on the flat, so I did. I figured one of two things were either going to happen. I was going to get pulled over for driving slowly on the shoulder of a freeway or someone was going to stop. Miraculously, none of those happened. A semi truck driver was stopped a few miles ahead of me. I had found safety.

An Ohio state trooper had come up to take care of the tow truck driver, and I was able to explain my situation. The state trooper changed my tire for me. However, he didn’t like the look of the spare. So he called a tow truck.

The tow truck arrives and as soon as they start loading my car onto the truck, the donut pops off of my car. So I had found a pet friendly hotel and both me and my cat were brought to safety.

That notion I had to keep on driving was God. I had never heard a voice that was so quiet yet so loud all at the same time.

The next day arrives and I get the tire replaced (I actually need two tires replaced) and bought a spare phone. I made it to my moms safely.

Eventually, I landed a new job at Applebees and went back to Michigan for the rest of my things. I am still able to finish out school.

I’m really beginning to wonder what His plan is for me. After I moved in with my mom, everything had fallen into place so quickly. I had enough money to get by for the next month, I was able to go back to Michigan for the rest of my things, and within my first week of living here, I landed a job at Applebees.

I’m not that stressed anymore, and I’m all around happier. Granted I’m lonely because I don’t know that many people outside of my family but I know it’ll be okay. I’ll get back on my feet again. I’ll finish school, and I’ll become the woman I was meant to be.

I was able to get all of my bills for the month of October taken care of, with just enough to spare for next months.

I am never alone. Even when it feels like it. I truly believe that everything will be okay, even when it seems like it doesn’t. I’m surrounded by family. I’m literally starting over. A new chapter, if you will.

One door closed, and this one opened and I’m headed in at full speed. I don’t want to forget my old life in Michigan (even though most times I wish I would) because it helped shaped me in a way. I became stronger, and for that I am thankful.

I’m excitied to see what the future has to hold. I’m excited becauase for the first time in awhile, I know what it means to really be free.

 

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I Surrendered My Heart: Completely

“I will give you a heart of flesh. And I will put my Spirit in you and move you to follow my decrees and be careful to keep my laws.” Ezekiel 36:26-27

I have surrendered before, but not whole-heartedly. The bible even says that we should hand our whole heart over to the Lord. Proverbs 23:26 says, “My son, give me your heart, and let your eyes observe my ways.”

Notice that it doesn’t say My son, let your eyes observe my ways then give me your heart. That’s not how it works. Faith is believing in the unseen.

I love what 2 Corinthians 4:18 has to say about this. “As we look not to the things that are seen, but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.”

But the things that are unseen are eternal.

Let that sink in for a minute.

With that being said, I surrendered my heart. I asked God to give me a new heart, and to bring Jesus into my life. I’ve learned more about Jesus and God in the last couple of weeks than I have the entire (almost) 22 years I have been alive.

I am nowhere near perfect. I am nowhere near deserving of this unconditional love that God gave me by sending his son to die for my sins. I am a mortal. A broken mortal. But if there’s anything that I have learned, it’s that God uses broken people for his glory. I mean Jesus associated with the broken people in His lifetime.

How can one be saved by Jesus if he/she was never broken to begin with? If we were never broken to begin with, we wouldn’t need to be saved. Now would we?

One of my biggest problems was men. I am friends with mostly men (I’ve been praying for that to change), I want a real romantic relationship with a man and I am so boy crazy that I go chasing love to try and fill that empty void that I have had.

When my sponsor told me that she wanted me to stay single for a year, I (internally) freaked out. How am I going to do this? I can’t do this! I like looking at them too much.

Today, I’m not freaking out. I have Jesus. He is the only Love that I need right now. And I intend to use the next 365 days wisely. I want to continue to grow in His word and let his Spirit move me in ways I won’t be able to fathom. I’m looking forward to this journey now. God has someone for me, but in His time and He wants me to know Him first.

Thank you all for going on this journey with me. I am excited for the future.

I was lost, but I have been found again.

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The Truth Is…

I’ve been really hesitant about continuing to blog. I’ve thought about shutting this blog down, even. I came to a realization that has been really hard for me to come to terms with. A realization that I need to change, just not knowing how, am to afraid too, or all of the above.

At some point last week, I was shown a skit of a Lifehouse song called Everything. I was at an AA meeting.

By the end of the video that was shown to me, I cried. No. I had sobbed. Everything that was shown in this skit had been me at some point in my life.

If you’ve ever seen this skit, you know what happens at the end of the skit. Jesus conquers this girls problems and she is free.

That night I had come home. I watched this video over and over and over again. I realize that there was a difference between comprehension and actually believing wholeheartedly. I comprehended what God had sent His son to do, and I believed it. However, I didn’t believe it with ALL my heart.

And I became this hypocrite and I didn’t even realize it. I thought about shutting the blog down because I became the hypocrite. I mean I have talked about scripture, and my faith and a whole bunch of other things that were now at this point pointless. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I’m still not sure what I’m going to do. Ever since I came to this conclusion, things have been different. It’s like I’m scared to embrace Him wholeheartedly. It’s like I’m scared to love. And yes, His love is unconditional. But what does that even mean? Yes, he died on the cross that’s what unconditional love is and it’s just this never ending loop running throughout my head. And I’m still stuck.

I never had “real” friendships. They were all one-sided. I never felt like I had belonged anywhere, I still don’t. I guess that’s why I created this blog was because I could be myself and not be afraid. But I guess that all backfired now.

I have a friend that has been coaching me throughout all of this. And he keeps telling me, “Hey, Jesus loves you.” And I get uncomfortable. Why? Because the word “Love.”

I never realized how uncomfortable the word “Love” made me. I have sat through many sermons, many preachings. And I let myself be talked at instead of talked to. In one ear, out the other. I didn’t give myself the opportunity to fully take it all in.

All of this scares me. It terrifies me. And I don’t know what to do about it. Sure, I could pray. But what good would that do since I’m stuck in this cycle of comprehension? The whole “scared to love, unconditional love, he died on the cross for me” cycle.

I’m probably going to lose a lot of followers because of this. That’s okay. I’m okay with that.

I’ve never felt more lost than I do now.

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The Healing Begins..Again

So I got prescribed wellbutrin. Supposedly it’s considered an “upper” that will make me want to do things, and in the last 48 hours I’ve been noticing a difference.

I still want to lay in bed all day, but I feel weird doing so. I didn’t drag my feet to work, I didn’t sleep all day, and I was productive.

Made my bed, cleaned my room (and vacuumed), unloaded/loaded the dishwasher, I even wanted to put on makeup. Which I hadn’t been feeling like doing in weeks.

Yesterday, I journaled for the first time in forever. I wanted to journal. I wanted to read. I wanted to write, and tonight? I wanted to blog. I WANTED to blog. I didn’t feel obligated to.

Doing basic human things hasn’t felt like a chore. I have more energy.

As I was journaling last night, I realized that I am no different than a caterpillar while it’s in its cocoon.

While in it’s cocoon, it’s going through a phase of metamorphosis (or change). Then it becomes a beautiful butterfly.

I want to be that butterfly.

However, I can’t leave my cocoon. Not yet. I’m not ready. I have to let the change happen. Everyday, I am in a stage of metamorphosis. One day closer to becoming that butterfly.

For the last 3 weeks, I felt like I was walking on an Earthquake. No, sinking through the cracks caused by the Earthquake. I was hanging on to a rope, and that rope was fraying. That rope was going to snap soon. I had to hold on with everything I had.

The paramedics arrived. I’m not slipping through the cracks. I can finally breathe again. That doesn’t even feel like a chore. A sense of relief has come over me which is weird. I’m not used to feeling relieved.

I was trying to fight a battle that I couldn’t win. But I thought I could win. But all it did was wear me out. It was tiresome, and now that I’m not fighting it anymore, I’m still tired because I spent so much time trying to fight it.

I’m not 100% okay, but I’m starting to feel better than I did before.

Now. Time to start repairing my fractured faith.

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I Need Your Help

So I actually did something today instead of just lay in bed. I cleaned my room a little bit. Got some clothes picked up, some books organized.

That’s when I found the condition of my bible. I’ve had this bible for 4 years, and it’s falling apart. The binding is anyway. I’m still going to keep it, but I think it’s time to start looking for a new bible.

I would want a study bible geared for young adults. So any recommendations would be nice. What I really like about the bible I have now is that it has a reading plan. But I want something more than just a reading plan. Something to help me understand what I’m reading because let’s be real. It can sometimes be hard to follow.

Click here if you’d like to see the bible I already have just in case nobody recommends the one I already have. The only difference is the one I have is paperback.

Thanks in advance!

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Depression Isn’t Crying All the Time

I’ve been fighting this battle for 8 years.

I’m so sick of people telling me that it’s going to get better. I’m sick of people telling me that it will all work out.

I’m sick of people trying to tell me to rely on God.

Praying, reading the Bible, and listening to God isn’t what’s going to get my bills paid. It’s not going to make me feel better.

Depression isn’t crying all the time. Depression is isolating yourself, your own brain convincing you that nobody cares, that nobody wants you around, etc.

Depression is wanting to do nothing but sleep all day.

Depression is feeling emotionally numb and socially detached.

Depression is mustering up the energy just to wake up, shower, and look decent.

I realized I know nothing about God. I’ve learned that there’s a fine line between acknowledging who he is, and actually having faith. I’ve realized that I just acknowledge his existence.

I know I should be doing these things. Just a few months ago I was on fire for this. I had given my testimony, started this blog, and reading. However, I was reading something I didn’t fully understand.

I saw my therapist today for the first time in two months and I’ve made the decision to go back onto anti depressants. However, just because I am on medication DOES NOT mean that I am not allowed to have a bad day.

Just because I have a bad day DOES NOT mean that I am not taking my medication. I want to make that perfectly clear.

I want to be a better daughter. A better friend. A better Christian. One that actually has faith and not just acknowledges that God sent his one and only son down on earth to be crucified for all of mankind.

I don’t want to fight with my Dad all the time. I want to be useful for something. I don’t want to have to keep relying on the bottle to help make me feel better temporarily.

But I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to live, but I don’t want to die either. If something happened. If I get into a car accident on my way home one night and died before the paramedics got there, I wouldn’t care. But I’m not going to commit suicide. I don’t have suicidal thoughts. I refuse to put my parents through that.

I didn’t ask to be born, but I was. And that I do have to deal with. I have to deal with my own existence. I shouldn’t have to “deal with my own existence” I should want to live.

I don’t have any other vices left. Things that used to make me happy, no longer make me happy.

I don’t want to play my piano. I don’t want to read. I don’t want to write. I don’t want to talk to my family (sorry Mom, Granny, Dad, and Grandma. It’s not you).

Depression is a deep well that you have to climb yourself out of. However, right now, I can’t climb out.

Depression is walking in the middle of an Earthquake, but you’re slipping through the cracks and you have nothing to hold on to. My ground started out unsteady, but it’s turning into a full sized earthquake that I can’t stop.

The only person I can trust right now is my sponsor, and that alone was a hard thing to do.

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