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His.

In the swirling, hectic busyness of my life lately, He grabbed my attention. He used three simple words to catch my heart, stop my mind, and breathe life into my spirit.

“I have you.”

He looks past my frazzled, anxious, whiny exterior and loves me to my very core. And while I weep in His presence from fatigue, confusion, frustration, and so many other emotions, I beg Him to answer why He accepts this hot mess of a woman.

It’s then that I realize He doesn’t JUST accept me. He is not a sorority and He doesn’t care anything about my “qualifications.”

HE CHOOSES ME.

He actively pursues me through every door I slam in His face. Through every ignored helping hand. Through every spiteful word or hateful thought. He chooses this woman. He chooses me.

I’m stumbling through this life in my own stubborn, independent way but He catches me every time. When I am too fatigued to walk forward, He carries me but let’s me believe I am doing it on my own because He knows how important that is to me. He looks at what I create every day and smiles.

He approaches every second with me the way a father does a child. Because I am His child. In the midst of my determination to do things right and become a successful adult, I forget I am still a child in the eyes of my Creator. He gazes at me with affection and warmth when I succeed and grieves when my spirit and heart grieve.

I can never grow up and mature beyond God.

And I realize in this moment I never, ever want to. I will never outgrow being His.

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Surviving the Terrible Two’s: Dolla Dolla Bill, ya’ll.

Today is the last post in our 20something series. I have been so honored to do this with Micaela. Her spirit and appetite for life inspires me to embrace adventure. I love that Kiwi and am quite sad to see this series come to an end.

Our last post tackles the topic of FINANCES. Money falls into that same category as politics and religion of “things you shouldn’t talk about in public.” Well, consider us rebels because we are talking about it.

Her post, which you can find HERE, is so relevant and perfectly honest. Make sure you check it out and subscribe to her blog. You won’t want to miss any of her future posts. She’s a world-changer, that one.

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I live in the land of many smells. Most of them are quite unpleasant. There’s the stench of oil wells, oil refineries, and, when the wind blows just right, the smell of dairies or feedlots.

The older generations say “that’s the smell of money!” I’m sorry, but I would rather my money smell like the leather of a new Kate Spade bag (preferably this one) or Steve Madden boots (these). And it always struck me as funny that anyone would associate such a ratchet smell with money. It seems that wouldn’t do much for money’s reputation.

Not that money has a very good reputation as it is.

When preparing to write this blog, I spent a lot of time reflecting on money in my life and money in the lives of others. I found plenty of differences; obviously, some people drive Lexus, BMW, and other luxury brands and I don’t. But I found one constant – at some point we have all become frenemies with money. Whether our argument with money is because we have too much or too little, there is a point in our lives where we become dissatisfied with its existence and the strings attached to it.

And it seems to me that our fall-out with money happens at some point in our 20s.

I have had my fair share of money issues. I did not grow up in an affluent home. We had everything we needed and most of what we wanted but never in excess. I was perfectly content with life in the middle class until it came time to face college expenses. After being laughed at by those FAFSA jerks, I became displeased with “enough.” I didn’t want just “enough,” I wanted more than enough so that I could pay for college. There was even a point when I wanted less than enough just to receive grants. I was bitter toward money and I still am. When I consider grad school and the ridiculous cost of higher education, I begin to despise money all over again. I pay my loan installments on time every single month but always with a grimace and an expletive.

That doesn’t stop me from loving what money can give me though. How paradoxical.

I can’t answer financial questions. I don’t keep a specific budget. I pay my bills as soon as I get paid and hope for the best for the rest of the month honestly. So, I often turn to men and women I admire for advice on the topic.

What my Dad taught me:

  • Have a savings account. Always. Even if you only have $100 in there – it’s helpful.
  • Be generous. Always tip and tip well – regardless of service.

What my Mom and sisters taught me:

  • Buy pretty things you can afford – ask Dad for what you can’t afford. (That’s my favorite advice.)

What Lore taught me:

  • Tithing is not just writing a check. It’s a calling from God, and it doesn’t have just one face. I encourage you to read her powerful words on the topic of tithing here and here.

What America taught me:

  • Don’t live beyond your means. Credit isn’t the devil, but he often hangs out there.

What I can do better:

  • Start focusing more on what I NEED rather than what I THINK I need.
  • Give more of myself but also of my resources.
  • Stop worrying. I’m not going to wake up one morning and all of my money is gone.
  • Most of all, trust in God. He is concerned in all aspects of my life – my bank account included. I often think “Oh, He doesn’t care that I overspent this month.” But He does. I think “He is too busy to be bothered with my financial woes.” He’s never too busy. I don’t know when I will finally get that through my thick skull, but hopefully one day. My greatest wish is that I will believe in His power and sovereignty in my own life with as much faith as I have in Him in the lives of others.

I don’t think money and I will ever be good enough friends to gab over a pint of ice cream or have a “Friends” marathon, but I’d like to at least coexist in peace. Every single day is a new lesson in finance, and I hope I can apply every lesson toward creating a better tomorrow for myself and maybe a future family. Until then, I am avoiding Dave Ramsey like the plague because I’m pretty sure he won’t like what he’d see in my bank account, and he kind of scares me.

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SWL!!!

Rather than making resolutions this year, I opened myself up and asked God to challenge me. And one of those challenges was to put more effort into my writing and step back and watch how He would work through it. What blows my mind is that when God gives us a challenge, He’s already holding a trophy because that’s how great His love and confidence for us is.

God is never wrong, and to prove it, I’m pleased to announce that I am a guest writer for So Worth Loving today! I have admired the wonderful people behind SWL for a while now, and I’m so honored that they have welcomed me into their family. They have given me the courage I needed to quit hiding behind humor and silliness and finally bare my soul.

Check out my post on their FABULOUS site. And buy a shirt too! Here’s the linky-link. 🙂

 

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Good enough. Important enough.

Before I could even walk, I had two trophies to my name. My mother entered me in a baby beauty pageant because she was very proud of my blue eyes and chubby cheeks and quite proud of herself for helping to create an aesthetically pleasing baby that was only slightly coneheaded. I’m still pretty coneheaded.

While my mother never made me do another pageant, my competitive nature was sparked and I threw myself into any activity available. In the midst of this, a seed was planted. A lie was told. An addiction was established.

What I did became who I was. Winning became an affirmation of my importance. I needed accolades to survive.

I tied my identity, body and soul, to whatever activity I was in the middle of. Why? Because I was afraid that without a label or title I would not be good enough. How could anyone love me if I wasn’t always in the limelight? I threw myself into every activity with the intention of winning. Winning first place, winning your attention, and then winning your love. When I was winning, I felt complete. Second place was never good enough; that was just the first loser. Winning made people notice me. Winning made people care about me. Winning made me important to people.

Talk about a lie from the pit of hell.

But it’s what I believed. I didn’t win for the gold medals or blue ribbons or because it made me feel good. I didn’t join every activity on the planet because I was some prodigy. I did it because I needed people to notice me and to feel that I had made them proud. Every attagirl was like a drug. I craved it. I needed it. I wanted people to need me. I needed them to need me.

Somewhere in my childhood, Satan planted a seed. He became a constant voice in my ear singing me lies hidden in kind words.

“You can do it. Win that contest. Then they’ll see how important you are.”

“You need to win. They won’t respect you if you don’t.”

“Join another activity. Exhaustion is worth being the best.”

“No one cares about your feelings. They care about how YOU make THEM feel. Don’t bother them with your emotions.”

As a result, all of my worth was invested into my performance. And the saddest part? I didn’t even realize it. I truly believed that someone was only as good as the awards they could lay at the foot of the Throne. I had this image that at the end of my life, I would stand before God and He would take stock of what I had done for the world rather than who I reflected to the world.

My favorite story in the Bible is also the one that wrecked me to my core. Martha and Mary. In Luke 10:38-42, Jesus comes to visit the sisters. Mary sat with Jesus to soak up every moment with Him possible. Martha, on the other hand, was pulled by what she felt was her duty to the Lord. Of course, homegirl gets pissed. Here she is in a hot kitchen cooking up a feast for The Messiah, the Son of God, and her sister is just chilling with Him. Martha storms into the living room (pretty sure they called it something else then) and demands that Jesus notices her labor and her sister’s lack. Jesus, being the raddest of all dude’s in existence, acknowledges Martha’s work because He sees the importance of that to her. But then He explains that she is cooking a feast He never asked for because HE is the feast. He didn’t want sandwiches or cheese and crackers – He wanted her to sit and feast on His presence.

THAT’S IT. ALL HE WANTED WAS TO MEET WITH THEM.

There have been many lies in my life, but the biggest one was that I had to earn God’s love and grace. I have spent my life trying to pay a debt and earn a spot in His presence when He already paid my debt and has a spot reserved just for me.

If you’re struggling with this lie, allow me to assure you that He sees you just as you are loves you unconditionally. His love for you is not tied up in your performance or in how the world sees you. Your importance to Him can best be summed up by the Cross. If you were the only person on the planet, Jesus still would’ve gotten on that Cross and defeated death for you. FOR YOU.

I wish I could say with confidence that I have overcome this lie. But I haven’t – not completely. I think I’ll always want the world’s acceptance and to feel important, but will I need it? No. Because every day the Lord is romancing my heart and reminding me that He has a purpose for me. And while the enemy will continue to dress up his insults in fancy clothes to distract me, I have been given the authority to turn away. Jesus will never hide Himself or His goodness. His love is ever-present and available at any moment because of how important we are to Him.

I don’t remember what it felt like to win that baby beauty pageant, but it doesn’t compare to the fact that I never have to compete for God’s love.

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Circumstances

I often struggle with the goodness of God.

I know He is good. I trust He is good. But I don’t understand why He is good to me?

An old adage is “Jesus accepts me for who I am but He loves me too much to leave me that way.”

It’s cliche and trite at times, but it wouldn’t be as popular as it is if it didn’t hold some water. It’s the second half of that sentence that really gets me. He loves me too much to allow me to be complacent and comfortable. He loves me too much to allow me to be less than what He has planned for me.

It gets me every single time.

Instead of deeming me a “lost cause,” He looks at me and makes a plan to make me better. That’s where circumstances come into play. I have spent a great deal of time looking at circumstances and wondering why. I have also spent a great deal of time looking to see how I can change or mold my current position instead of really taking a step back and looking at it all through His eyes.

My new favorite quote is from “Love Does” by Bob Goff. Which by the way, is a must read. I am not an avid reader of devotionals or anything non-fiction, but this books is literally wrecking everything I thought I knew about love and God’s love. Please read it. Plus, he’s hilarious and within the first half of the book he tells a farting story. Clearly the way to my heart.

Anyway, in his book he says “I used to think I could shape the circumstances around me, but now I know Jesus uses circumstances to shape me.”

Wow.

Talk about a concept that completely shifted my thought processes at the moment. Truthfully, I have experienced a rough month. Things have not gone as planned, and I have spent a lot of time wondering how I can change things. Maybe I’m not meant to change this. Maybe this is all part of becoming who I am meant to be. While I fervently believe that God is perfect and is not the giver of bad gifts, I have also seen that God believes in me more than I believe in myself. I have used the words “I’m done” more in the past two weeks than ever in my life only to be met with God’s patient response of “Not yet.”

I can’t change the circumstances I am in at the moment because I can’t control every small detail or every person in my life. All I can do is pray through it and look to see the lesson in all of it. God uses all things for His glory, and He won’t waste a single moment of my life despite my desperate attempts to.

In the midst of my ugliness and bitterness, He continues to seek me. Instead of backing off and letting me “cool down,” He pushes me to overcome and face the things that threaten to tear me down. He does not delight in my struggles or pain, but He believes in me.

And that’s all part of His goodness. Which I’m still struggling with because I can’t see myself the way He sees me. But in the middle of circumstance of sometimes pain, I see His goodness. I see His love falling down on me and His grace pushing me through it all.

 

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Costumes and hiding

In my lifetime, I’ve worn a lot of costumes.

There were homemade costumes created by my cousins and I (with the help of our grandmother) for our productions of Aesop’s Fables or when we decided to rewrite “Crybaby.” On a side note, I can’t believe my parents and uncle let us watch that. It’s super inappropriate. Funny as hell, but inappropriate.

There were also Halloween costumes either bought (eh) or made by my mother from an idea born in her crazy mind (my favorite). I have spent hours upon hours in dusty costume shops searching for a turban or perfect wig for high school theatre productions, and now I am an assistant theatre director.

Costumes have consumed a great deal of my life, obviously. And I’ve pondered why that is. Truthfully, I just enjoy the escape. Letting loose of myself for a moment of time and pouring my energy into another persona was a way of “taking a break.”

What I never realized until recently was that I’ve done this my entire life – with or without a costume.

I am guarded. 

And let me admit to you that I have made a lot of jokes out of that statement. A LOT. And I’m not proud of it, but, yes, I am the girl who has rolled her eyes pretty much every time someone said that on “The Bachelor” or in a church small group.

My thought process always went something like, “What does that even mean? Guarded? You’re guarded because you think it sounds angsty and cool. Geez, that’s dumb. I’m not guarded. I don’t hide behind anything. I’M A STRONG, INDEPENDENT WOMAN.”

False. That’s just one big lie I told myself for far too many years.

In the past year, God has revealed that I hide behind too many things. Which was actually news to me. I really thought I had it all together. Honestly, I did. I knew that I had some struggles, but I was actually of the opinion that I was just fantastic. Well, I still think I’m fantastic, but you get the point. What I didn’t realize was that my relationship with Him was at a complete standstill and actually going backwards. Why? Because I was stubbornly hitting a wall planted firmly between myself and Him but still ignoring the existence of the wall. Which is just strange, you guys. If you ever see someone hit their head firmly against a wall repeatedly and then say the wall isn’t real, get them some help. Something is very wrong. And something IS very wrong with me.

  • I hide behind my family. I let them be my source of comfort when things are going wrong. Anytime I’m hurting or stressed, I run home to let them numb the pain and distract my heart and mind. Leaning on my family is not the problem. Burdening them with the responsibility of fixing my problems and putting them on an emotional pedestal that should only hold God is the problem.
  • I hide behind activities. An idle mind thinks and ponders and worries. To avoid that and, ultimately, myself, I keep myself busy. Whether it’s a full TV schedule or leaving every single weekend to go anywhere but here, I hide my heart in the art of busyness.
  • I hide behind humor. If I’m laughing, you can’t tell that I’m hurting. I thank God for my ability to laugh and be silly, but one of my favorite things is also one of my most commonly used masks. When I can’t face the hard truth that things are just plain crappy, I dive into laughter. And over-the-top laughter. I need it. I need someone to affirm that I made them laugh. I need that affirmation. NEED. But that’s not true. That’s just what I want. What I need is the Word. What I need is the presence of the Lord. What I need is to fall down before the Throne and let Him hold my heart and soul.

All I need is Him, but that requires me letting down my guard. Therein lies the paradox, friends.

But the first step is recognizing the problem and admitting it. That sounded like the beginning to a sobriety speech, but I guess in a way I am getting sober. Instead of alcohol or drugs, I’m working on giving up the thing I’ve depended on for so long – my comfort zone.

God has called me to turn in my masks and costumes in favor of having a more fulfilling, complete relationship with Him. And it will not be comfortable. Obviously, comfort is what got me into this mess – comfort and a crippling fear of being raw and vulnerable in front of the world.

Feelings are messy. And my insides feel very much like what happened in Matthew 21:12. Jesus is all up in my life flipping tables and stirring up all that doesn’t honor and further His Kingdom, and it’s because He loves me and values me that much. Super cool dude. I’m a fan.

There is no space in my life for the metaphorical costumes and masks in my life, but I’m keeping my badass Native American headdress and Hedwig costume. Those I ain’t givin’ up.

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Friday Favorites 1/25/13

Have you ever had a week that felt like three weeks crammed into one? Well, that’s been my week.

Monday was a holiday, and I still felt like I was sliding into Friday with nothing left to give. Truthfully, this week didn’t just my limits – it busted through them. Wednesday was one of the worst days of my life, and I say that with no reservations. Granted, I’ve lived a pretty charmed life, so my worst days fail in comparison to most. Still, it was a hard, trying, emotional day that I’m still working to recover from.

Nonetheless, I am recovering. God has shown me in the last two days that He truly is my Healer, Protector, and Redeemer. And to know and trust in that makes Wednesday worth it. Satan may have won that day, but he didn’t win my week, and he certainly won’t win my life.

In the spirit of moving forward and not dwelling, this Friday Favorites is going to be different. I want to list my favorite things that help me through the stuff that threatens to tear me down.

Favorite song: “Find you on my knees” by Kari Jobe. When I was broken, this song encouraged me to take my broken pieces and lay them down on the altar. I struggled to even pull myself up to do this, but I’m so glad that I did. He truly wrapped me up and held my heart.

“A Little Longer” by Brian and Jenn Johnson. This is my favorite “soaking” song. While simple and short, it’s such a beautiful conversation with the Lord.

Favorite food: Pizza got me through a lot this week. I’m not an emotional eater, but this week I let the calories numb the pain. And Nutella. Nutella helped… a lot.

Favorite Person: Mom and Dad. Totes. My family is not overly emotional. We often push feelings down and rarely “discuss” our feelings, but they were so great this week.

Favorite Verse: John 14:27 Peace was the theme this week for sure. And peace He gave!

Favorite Tweet: Definitely when Ricky Berens (Olympian) tweeted me back.

I know this is awfully short for such a crazy week. It’s really hard for anything to live up to my Olympic weekend.

Toodles.

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Guest post! “When dreams become a reality.”

One of my very best friends has such a beautiful soul and an incredible testimony. I’m a little dry on words at the moment, but I think it was because God wanted to use a space of this blog for Jessica to share her Dream story. Jessica has a new blog and is droppin’ some knowledge and wisdom over at Just Jess.

Dreams; A condition or achievement that is longed for; an aspiration

I recently was giving advice to a friend on life – because I have it all figured out of course (NOT); and I was forced to remember a time in my life where the dream I had held onto since I was in the 7th grade came true.

At this moment you may be wondering why I was “forced” to remember it, or you may not, either way I will enlighten you. I had dreamed to live in New York City since junior high. The tall buildings, beautiful parks, and wonderful apartments that filled a bright and shining city of opportunity were more of a distant dream than anything coming close to being a reality.

Then my dream was made a reality in August of 2011… well sort of.

During the first month, the tall buildings were the only reality. The beautiful parks were few-and-far-between, a small affluent child’s playroom was bigger than my entire apartment, and the bright and shining city was filled with a lot of unhappy people going through the motions.

There was opportunity – but it came at the cost of many expensive years of sacrifice to reach those opportunities. So, lo-and-behold, at 22 my heart was torn. What was I thinking? How in the world am I going to survive here? I am from Big Spring, Texas for goodness’ sake! What was God thinking when He brought me here?

And then it happened; my dream was crushed by fear.

Have you ever felt this? The crushing weight of fear that can collapse your thoughts, your energy, your joy, and your very purpose? It was miserable, exhausting, and disheartening and all the while I was still alone in Midtown NYC.

Then just as quick as my dream was crushed, God showed up.

He took my head and lifted it, He took my heart and comforted it, and He took my brain and calmed it down. He spoke words of encouragement like “I am working all things together for your good my Beloved” (Romans 8:28) and “I will fight this battle for you, you just must be still” (Exodus 14:14) and most of all, “Many plans you have my darling, but it is my word and destiny that will be your journey.” (Proverbs 19:21)

That encounter changed my life. I lived in NYC for 8 more months and my life truly has never been the same. My dream was not crushed – but transformed and turned into one of the most beautiful and memorable seasons of my life. Those “few-and-far-between parks” turned into intimate places of worship, running, and walks with friends and my Savior. Those “tall buildings” were a place of refuge during a hurricane and earthquake. The “unhappy people” were my mission in which to love, encourage, and radiate the love of God daily. And finally, that “tiny apartment(s)” was home to a season of growth that will forever be cherished.

That was a year and a half ago. I live in a different state, with a bigger apartment, and not-so-high skylines, and my dreams have changed. The dream I had when I was 13 was fulfilled and God turned that dream into a reality – as He will the dreams that He has now placed in my life and yours.

My encouragement to you today is – don’t let fear crush your dreams. Don’t let the fear of missing out, failed expectations, or discouragement from your family or friends replace the still, small voice of your Heavenly Father cheering you on from the stands saying “You can do it,” “Don’t give up, I promise it’s worth it,” and even when we walk the wrong way, or stumble He still is saying – “Hey, you missed that one, but don’t worry we’ll get the next.” He is there, He cares more that you come to Him than He ever did about that one missed step.

May you please remember that it is way worse to feel the crushing weight of a “what if” than overcome the crushing weight of fear.

Choose to overcome. I promise, dreams do come true – look at me, I was just an awkward, overweight, 13-year-old girl with a dream to see “Central Park” and walk on “5th Avenue!” And do you know I lived one subway stop from 5th Avenue and 2 blocks away from Central Park?

God is in the business of making dreams come true.

Choose to dream.

“Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.” Ephesians 3:20-21

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Friday Favorites 1/11/13

I would make a really excited comment about this being the FIRST FRIDAY FAVORITES OF THE YEAR, but it’s only my second one ever. So, yeah.

Regardless, I’m excited to kick this year off talking about my favorites – some old, some new.

Favorite blog post: Ok, just favorite BLOG this week. I’m totally obsessed with Kelsey’s blog Lion-Haired Girl. She’s super witty, effortlessly cool, and I honestly envy her life. Homegirl is living in Nashville. Which is also tied for my second favorite city. AND she loves Dolly Parton. I mean, clearly, her blog is worth reading.

Favorite tweet: “My daughter just took a huge Creed’s Greatest Hits in her diaper.” – @prodigalsam If you’re not following this guy, do so immediately.

Favorite purchase: As a late Christmas/early Valentine/I’m an adult and can do what I want present to myself, I bought a new Kate Spade bag! I have been coveting this bag for at least a month now, and now it’s mine! And just in time for my trip to Austin next weekend. Where I’m going to flirt with Olympic swimmers. And by flirt “I mean stare at from a distance and smile awkwardly because I’m too chicken to actually speak to someone with an 8-pack.”

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Favorite song: “Black Sheep” by Gin Wigmore. I cannot quit listening to this song. It makes me want to wear my combat boots every single day and flip my hair constantly because that’s what I imagine those really cool girls do. Because OBVIOUSLY they don’t let girls who watch “Pride and Prejudice” twice/week and giggle over the One Direction album in that club. Them’s the breaks, kids.

Favorite photo: This is the year that I will be who I want and do the things that make my heart go pitter patter. I’m not doing things “my ” way per say, but things “HIS” way. He knows my hopes and dreams, and always has my best interests at heart. Why would I want to follow the ways of the world and be and so what they want?

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Favorite Verse: My heart can be an ugly place sometimes. I’ve talked before about my struggle with selfishness and bitterness. I used to think that as long as I kept those ugly seeds buried deep within, no one would ever know. But I never understood why I couldn’t control my mouth?

Because Luke 6:45 tells us that “A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of.”

If my heart is full of ugliness, then my mouth will spew with that. I’ve been really chewing on this and realizing that true transformations starts on the inside.

Eleven days into the new year, and I’m already positive that this will be my favorite and BIGGEST year yet.

Toodles.

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Daydreaming Monday 12/3

I’m a dreamer from way back.

In fact, I can’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t dreaming or imagining up something. No one has ever had to tell me to “use my imagination” because that part of me has always been in full, working order.

This includes dreaming about completely impossible scenarios. There was a large portion of 1995 spent dreaming that Devon Sawa would ask me to marry him. He still hasn’t called.

One of my most favorite quotes is from “Through the Looking Glass” when the Queen tells Alice that she should spend more time dreaming and believing impossible things.

“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast!”

I am very much like the Queen of Hearts in this regard. But no so much like her in that I have never and will never behead anybody. That seems very messy and undignified.

For the past few years, I have put my dreams to the side in pursuit of building a career. Then I realized that my career and dreams are often one-in-the-same. In fact, the Lord’s plans for my life are often built upon my dreams.

So, I’m bringing back my dreaming ways. And because Mondays can be dreadfully blue, I am declaring this Daydreaming Monday.

One of my favorite verses Jeremiah 29:11-11-13. Knowing that He has my life on His heart is so soothing. But the verse took on a whole new meaning when I replaced each “plan” with “dream.”

“For I know the dreams I have for you,” declares the Lord, “dreams to prosper you and not to harm you, dreams to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”

Jesus is in the dream business, and with Him, how can we lose?

Dream:

I love to read. And I specifically love Young Adult fiction. All of my favorite books have one thing in common: a strong female character. Harry Potter, To Kill a Mockingbird, Little Women, and Pride and Prejudice.

So, one day I will pen a best-selling YA novel with a Josephine March, Elizabeth Bennet, or Scout Finch for the 21st century.

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