It’s the last day of training for us alumni leaders and we are about to be reunited with the rest of our squad SO soon.
This week turned out differently than I anticipated. Per usual, God made it better and more challenging. My take-away from the hours of sessions and loads upon loads of information entering my brain is this: dying to myself hurts.
Growing up in America we are taught the phrase “you do you” aka do whatever you need to do to make yourself feel good. This is a deeply engrained phrase that I lived by for majority of my life. Like weight, it’s easy to put on and hard to take off. Shedding our American culture stings a bit. I’m not talking about things like comforts, materialism, consumerism or status. In fact, I think my life has been much easier to navigate as I have physically acquired less. But I’m talking about the individualistic mindset of putting ourselves first and satisfying our cravings. Honestly, what on this earth DOES satisfy us 100% without experiencing and feeling the love of God? I haven’t found anything and I know that I won’t.
So, knowing this, dying to myself has meant taking many things and people off of the pedestals that I’ve put them on and cleaning house. It’s not that God is telling me to give everything up, He’s not like that. In fact, He gives us these things because he DOES want us to enjoy them, but not worship them. I’ve noticed every time I start to put my relationships with people, my job, etc. above God, that’s when I start to feel my mind/body wanting more and more that none of those things can satisfy.
Here I go. I’ve entered into this new season of life and I have already tasted the freedom. It’s never been so good, but it doesn’t come without hardships.
