God woke me up early one morning, and revealed the lie that I had been believing and living practically all my life. I believed that I was the girl who was passed over. But He said no. You are CHOSEN. He continues to speak it over me, and it is a word that now holds such a deep and precious meaning to my heart.
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Let me pause and tell you about my walk for a second, though. Since being back from the race, I'm in a new house in a completely new side of town. After being on the race, a neighborhood that some may call "sketchy," looks completely normal to me. I actually love it. I love being close to things, people, places. But I know that there is darkness here (there is everywhere). At night I pick up on it more. Several times in the past few weeks I've woken up, finding myself praying, speaking against fear and the darkness of night.
