If you can...

Most days for the last month have felt like 
I was trudging through sludge. 
So many dark emotions and hurts. I felt like God was in the hallway and I was stuck in the room where all of my hurt was held.

I couldn't leave the room. I couldn't return to the God who I love.
I was not living a lie, I was just so bent that I couldn't mend.
As I sit here crying, I will acknowledge that God never left me. 
He never stopped loving me.

I needed to feel the pain.
I needed to know that I was loved.
I needed to know that I was loved by you, God.

I knew the great conversations that so often I was brought into were God showing me that I still mattered. Tonight I saw a friend in a coffee shop. For the past week I had been in the coffee shop every night, so tonight was not very different. But after two hours hanging with her we decided to come back to our dorm and do homework still. After about 10 minutes in the dorm sharing a couch, we threw-up our lives to each other.
It was gross, it was honest, it was so good to not be alone.
To reassure each other that our hurt was valid, that our lives mattered.
That we still loved each other no matter who hurt us.
We have boundaries now and no one can tell us to stop being ourselves.

God brought me out of the pit again, and he will again and again.
I begged God to bring me back, and he said that he never left.
If you can believe it, I want you to know that he never leaves.

Take Control

It is so difficult to talk about trust issues with others. Especially others that you feel should never see you in that light of insecurity. 

There is so much going on in our minds at once. It is hard to talk about all of the degrading thoughts. 

An absolute decision to live in shame can disguise itself behind a wall. A foot-soldier of sin, placed there by a General named Self-Pity. There is now a purpose placed on the animistic portrayal of all shame within us. That’s the hardest part of getting rid of shame. You have to shoot the soldier dead or else he will take your own life. 

Don’t let the guard of your heart beat you black and blue. Take control.

I didn't know.

I didn't know that I struggled with wanting perfection. 
I mean, I'm a girl...so it is kind of expected that you will want to be skinny, popular, smart, and pretty.
All at once.

I didn't expect to feel like I was drowning when I realized I was was...all of these. You just want more. More abs, more smiles, more +A's, more more MORE.
I didn't know that once you were content with yourself, you would struggle.

I am content, yet I struggle so much. 

I get indigestion when I have to be around people...
I didn't know I would feel so useless compared to the girls who everyone knew were BETTER.

I didn't know that I would lose friends because I was "too popular".
They don't tell you that. 
Maybe because they wanted you to believe that they were perfect.

As I stand around those of my peers who I believed had it all together, I know that they think the same about me.

But is this all fair?
Is it fair to hold each other to a standard that does not exist?
No, it is not fair.

It is not fair to be dishonest with yourself about who you really are. The good and bad.
It is not fair to pretend that your opinion and leadership are overlooked.
It is not fair to behave like you are meaningless.
It is not fair to struggle, and not accept grace.

So I plan to love in the light of God's infinite love and justice.
Here's how...
1. I will acknowledge that there is not a standard against me and who I really am.
2. I will choose to think thoughts that are honest and fair to myself and others.
3. I will continue to struggle and GROW

Because the struggle is part of the story.
I didn't know that, but now I do.