My Concrete Dove
We can recover from feelings of rejection. Sometimes we just have to stop and rethink our thinking. I mean, unless it is intentional (and it usually isn’t) or we discuss it, people would never know they hurt us. But, when we cling to the hurt and, even worse, allow false feelings of rejection to creep in, we tend to disengage and build walls of protection from future hurts.
We become stuck because it’s safe and comfortable–NOT! The enemy would like nothing better than for us to keep listening to his lies replay until we trust ourselves more than we trust God. So let’s not risk failure or rejection again. We can protect ourselves this time just by staying where we are. Think about it. Have you been there before?
Trust God and let go of the past. Looking back with disappointment or regret is a waste of your time. So, stop doing it!
I’m afraid I have to disagree with people that say you can have it all. My question is, do you really want it all?
Reaching people with the Good News of the Gospel is important to me and many other Christian writers. But how does that happen with millions on the Internet?
Hi Friends, How have you been? I've slowed down a bit lately, thought about writing, gathered ideas and quotes to write about, but haven’t actually written much lately, just a few short Instagram posts I tagged you in, here and there. I wonder why we slow down...
Friend, either way, we are always in the middle of something. Often it requires us to put our desires, hopes, and dreams aside for the moment, maybe even a long moment. But why not find a way to hold on to them instead? This might be the better option.
…it made me realize that it’s ok to accept life is hard sometimes and we don’t have to pretend that it’s not. Trying to be super mom, super employee, super caregiver, or super anything doesn’t change that.
I think it’s safe to say that we could apply this “awe walk” concept to life. Savoring the ordinary things that produce extraordinary experiences. The ones you’ll want to remember, like the first time you kissed your partner, watched your child playing in the rain, or that lunch with friends that was so special you saved a napkin and wrote the date on it.
Today I’m resting in this unsettled routine of writing when I can, what I can, for a long as I can. I’m reflecting on why I write and who I write for. And I hoping for the day of resurrection to a new beginning.