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Painfully ordinary & perfectly forgiven.

Today I’m choosing to focus on the positive and find my happy place again.

I know that my story is important. I really am a constant ball of emotions. Sad, but true. I wish I was someone who knew how to filter negativity without letting it affect me. It’s a part of my life where I have do much growing to do. My problem is that when I’m good, I’m great. And when I feel defeated…..I’m basically worthless for weeks.

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I blog to share who I am, but this is not my journal. I don’t post every single detail of my life. And I think that’s ok. This is my way of relating to others or providing encouragement through things I’ve dealt with and roads I’ve walked down. I don’t offer just stories to make my life appear perfect, and I never will. Because its the messy stuff in my marriage and day to day living that make me who I am. I’m far from a perfect Christian. I’m far from a perfect mom. I’m far from a perfect wife. And I pray that I never portray myself as thinking that I am. I’m painfully ordinary and perfectly forgiven. And I’m so thankful for that.

I’ve been in a major funk this past month. I’m sure everyone can relate in some way or another. I’ve been having a hard time shaking this one though. I go through phases of feeling so confident in what I’m doing and who I am. There are times where I can really feel God moving and working in everything I do. And then in one word or comment or look or status or blah blah blah……I let Satan sneak in and take hold again. I physically feel the anxiety he brings into my life all because I start listening to the lies he whispers…”you’re not good enough, you’re not making a difference, who are you to write this?” the list goes on and on. But those are just that, LIES!

I’m not here to give advice like I know everything. But I do know the things that work and don’t work in my life. It’s not fake. It’s not forced. It’s just me talking about things that matter to me. Things that affect me. Things that change me. And things that make me a better version of me. Writing does that for me. Taking pictures does that for me. It makes me better. I’m not asking for everyone to love what I do, what I write, or how I live. I’m just painfully ordinary, perfectly forgiven, and getting back to my happy place! 🙂

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