The Race is both beautiful and messy.
I have found that in the very journey, those things that have allegiance to fear and anxiety are shaking like a child being pulled out of slumber. And those parts that hide, that take their little feet and run for a corner to take refuge, are suddenly wide awake. And, the gold, the things that shine and crackle like a firework, are being pulled out and dug up for the world to see.
The Race is both beautiful and messy.
It is so easy to get stuck in your mind. It is so easy to believe something that has no truth in it’s core. It is so easy to get locked up into belief systems that bear no witness with Jesus. It is so easy to become powerless and to agree with every lie that the darkness throws at you.
That you’re not enough. Not beautiful. Not powerful. Too much. Overwhelming. Bound up. Shut up. Broken.
And there are days where one thought can initiate a war in your heart, in your head. And the question at the end of the battle is not, “did I win?” but the question is, “who am I?”
Days where the battle sucks up all the life and hope in your bones.
Days where you become so caught up in the thoughts and the fears and the pounding heart, that the song He sings over you has faded faster than you’d like it to.
And before you know it, you have laid down in defeat, hot tears burned upon your cheeks, and you have stopped owning your story, owning your journey, owning your moment with God, owning those words He has declared over you where He said said, “This is who you are.”
And the only option in that moment, honestly the only option, is surrender.
Because these battles don’t get fought with human hands and human hearts and human conversations, but these battles get fought on your knees, in words exchanged with a King and complete immersion of a Father’s heart.
And as if I am dancing into it, maybe for the first time.
I feel like we can own where God has us and we can own our season. We can own the call and the gifts He has given us. We can own our relationship with Him. We can own the things that we are working through and the pain that we are letting go of. We can own those things and say, this is my story and this is who I am and this is where I am.
And I feel like just in the owning of it, we are learning how to be powerful people.
That as we let go of the perfect expectations of magic and romance and being fixed, we get to start to walk a journey that He invited us on long ago.
But what does it take? What does it take to own our story?
Three ways hit my heart when I ask that question.
1. Stop hiding and be bold enough to show up every single day.
2. Ask Him what is the thing He is declaring over you.
3. Be unashamedly a son, a daughter. Not perfect, but perfectly loved.
Let’s get it, friends.
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