Has there ever been enough time or energy in a day? There’s so much to do, rush, rush, rush, forget your exhaustion, if you don’t keep going you’ll fall farther behind. It seems impossible to take a breath; the stress becomes suffocating when we attempt to be still. Even when we find time to sleep, our minds race with regrets from the day and frantic planning for the day that’s coming too quickly.
What in the world have we done to ourselves? In the attempt to live good and meaningful lives, we’ve driven ourselves to absolute exhaustion—physical, mental, and most devastatingly, spiritual. When life picks up, our dedication to God often falters.
But what if He’s the one thing the rest of it all depends on?
Waiting is horrid. I hate it. I like to say I’m a patient person, and on some level I believe it. . . but I know my patience only lasts momentarily. Once I feel like I’ve waited for something long enough, I get frustrated and start questioning God.
The Old Testament provides an example of a nation who did some ridiculous waiting. Decades ago, God had told an old, childless man, Abraham, that he would be the father of a great nation. He worked a miracle, providing Abraham with a son in his old age. This was the beginning of the nation of Israel, God’s chosen people.
The word ‘love’ is severely overused, and I believe it’s also become misunderstood. What does the word stir up in you? Is love some kind of perfumed vapor with no tangibility? Is it a sunny feeling that ruthlessly comes and goes as it pleases, leaving trails of bitterness? Does love actually…mean anything?
Jesus provides the clearest example of what love actually is. His entire life was humble servitude to others, before suffering an agonizing death for their benefit. He did all this selflessly, to defeat sin and bring us into an undeserved relationship with our Creator.
What do you want your life to be? You have goals, an idea of where you’d like to be in five or ten years. You know you want to impact people and the world. You know that hard work is necessary for that, and you’re passionately determined to put in the effort.
But what about when you fail? What about when you don’t get anywhere near the results you’d hoped for? What about when you have worked yourself to the bone, put your whole heart into something, and it seems you haven’t made a bit of a difference?
Tragically, a single disappointment can lead to the stifled death of bright ambitions. My reasoning in the past has sounded like this: “If you led me to this, God, you put it in my heart to work hard in this specific way, and I followed through, why am I not seeing wild success?”
Want to know my biggest fear? The unknown. The desperation I feel when I look ahead and have no idea what to expect. The panic that rises in my throat the night before a big event, keeping me awake to play through every possible scenario. This fear has gripped me relentlessly far too many times, and I always dread it as it sets in. Recently, though, I've been realizing that the unknown should not be equated with fear.
Throughout 2016, my life has changed a ton. I honestly can’t imagine going back to how things were just a year ago. My life was fine, and I was fine too. I just felt like I was at a stand-still, on the verge of so much more. Graduating high school, meeting my boyfriend, moving into a dorm, starting college, finding wonderful friends there, getting my job at a grade school, starting this blog. Every single step has been monumental for
Hello! I'm Anna, a college student living in the Midwest. I'm a strong believer in uncontrollable laughter, powerful words, and a morning cup of coffee. I pray these posts will encourage you to live a full life with and for God: unhindered. Follow me on social media for post updates!