“Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and will not be afraid; for the Lord God is my strength and my song, and he has become my salvation.”
Isaiah 12:2 ESV
for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.
2 Timothy 1:7 ESV
the Lord appeared to him from far away. I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you.
Jeremiah 31:3 ESV
In my 50s, I look back and realize nobody cares what your job title is or isn’t. Nobody cares what you own. Most people around you don’t care what you think or know unless it benefits them directly.
What matters is the close relationships you develop where you help each other grow and support who you are. The people who do that are the ones to keep in your life.
My goals have changed. I still grow. I’ve learned you need to keep some of yourself instead of giving it all away. Knowing who you are is a journey not a destination.
Remember the dash on your tombstone stands for how you learned to be your best you and develop real, caring relationships. Money and status doesn’t count.
I hate moving. From the time I was in and out of the dorms at IUP, it wasn’t a beginning. It was an ending. Something to grieve not celebrate.
Having moved several times in the past 6 years, I haven’t learned to love it…yet. Seems I just get settled then I’m uprooted and off to another place to live.
I want to be settled. With fabric and sewing machine on my craft table, I want my mess. I want my mess to be left for more than overnight.
Change means, I’m working hard to define myself for the last time. Reinventing yourself is hard work. Give me mindfulness. Give me emotions I know and are no longer unfamiliar. Give me pleasures that I really get lost in and want to do again. Give me friends who can relate to my journey. Give me Jesus.
but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened around his neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea.
Matthew 18:6 ESV