Where Stories Are Built

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How often are we hurting, doubting, numb, tired and insecure? How many times have we felt hungry, unsettled, slightly unsure? What lies are we telling ourselves?

“I am afraid what people will think.”

“I think I will fail.”

“I don’t think my life even matters this much.”

Those are the lies I so often tell myself. The lies that bring me down, the lies that seem so easy to believe. Our stories are built here, out of that hurt, out of those feelings and out of those thoughts and lies we tell ourselves.

We sit and listen to talks or read books about God, and we wonder why nothing changes when we so desperately want it to.”

So how do we turn away from those lies? How do we start speaking truth to ourselves and to others? How do we create change? How do we remember what dreaming feels like? How do we stop feeling restless?

You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it rests in you.” -Saint Augustine

Some days I don’t know. I just walk around numb and tired and pray for the best. I pray that God will give me the strength to help the people around me. But is that it? Should we just walk around breathing waiting for a burning bush to wake us up? I say lets wake each other up. Let’s wake up our stories, our threads…lets dig in and find out what God is still giving us breath for.

“Our God is real.

Our God is coming.

Our God has plans for us.

Our lives are short.

We must get after it.

Because Heaven is coming fast.

And what we are about to do here is urgent.”

We all have gifts, talents, purposes dreams that we have been hiding, or were too tired and numb or hurt to see. One day I was asleep at the wheel of my life, and then the next I wasn’t. The days I can count that I have dreamt of MORE are to many to count, to say I was RESTLESS was an understatement. I was RECKLESSLY RESTLESS.

I recently discovered why and how it was that God woke me up. I never realized before that God is always seeking me out, seeking my heart and wanting to grow closer with me. I thought he was out there waiting and I had to go find him. He showed me last year what it looks like and what he does when he is waiting for me. A girl who I barely knew, posted something via social media that led me to wake up. Wake up in 24 hours to the point of being wide awake and searching for what was wrong in my life and what was going to happen next. Woke me up so I would turn away from the sin that was leading me down the absolute wrong path, and he turned me down a better one. I decided to live surrendered instead of asleep at the wheel. Then I learned that I had to surrender daily…and that is was hard. Most days down right painful. But daily, as I surrendered–God started showing me my gifts. He slowly showed me how he sees me. That’s when I really started to question all of those awful lies I had been telling myself every day. Was I really worth more? A RESOUNDING YES!

You see…we were all made for more, we were all made unique and down right amazing with gifts and talents so wonderful that only God could have placed them inside you. That is your story. Those are your threads. You might feel like they are tangling you up right now, or you don’t understand them. Or they seem to be wrong. But, I know that if we dig deep, and surrender daily together…we can dive into this study and find a sharper picture of the story God wrote for each of us together.

Blessings,

Sarah

Lets talk: What could happen if you surrendered to God and allowed him to use you in any way he desired?

One thought on “Where Stories Are Built

  1. LOVE THIS!!!! Some days I don’t know. I just walk around numb and tired and pray for the best. I pray that God will give me the strength to help the people around me. But is that it? Should we just walk around breathing waiting for a burning bush to wake us up? I say lets wake each other up. Let’s wake up our stories, our threads…lets dig in and find out what God is still giving us breath for.

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