My New Best Friend Named Lies

I remember the first time I heard you.
You were like beautiful music in my ears.
You came so suddenly I didn't know how to take you in; but I did.
I wrapped my arms around you and gave you a hug as if we were best friends, but
I remember when you left me,
When the other one came in.
The sound was like screeching metal and it made me cringe.
Instead it pushed me down and wiped away my grin.
I got back up and wiped the dust from falling to the ground,
But eventually I was consumed by all its words; I drowned.
The first one tried to fight its way back into my arms again,
But you won out because you've had more time with your tricks and games you play.
So I waved goodbye to truth in hopes we'd meet again
And I cowered down passing by my new best friend named lies.

I wrote this poem the other day because I have a tendency to believe lies. Lies others tell me and lies the devil tries to deceive me with. Usually the lies win out because we feel more comfortable believing them instead of claiming victory, but I want to challenge you to claim the victory over lies. Believe in truth; which essentially is Jesus.

Needle and Thread

I don't think I've had a time in life where I could say, "I'm completely ready."
Like, "Oh! I'm fully prepared' or 'I haven't missed a thing."
Instead, I think I've been the opposite.
Underprepared.

I always pack my suitcase too full in case I need a couple extra sweaters if it's cold,
but I never manage to pack enough kleenex to wipe away the tears from the wind.
I always manage to wear enough layers when the snow is pouring down,
but never enough blankets to warm myself up when I come inside.
I always manage to grab too much makeup off the shelf,
but never enough face wash to clean it off.
I always manage to meet my expectations,
but never to the full degree I intended in the first place.
I always manage to aim high,
but never shoot the arrow far enough.
I always manage to win at things I'm really good at,
but never take a loss as a lesson to help me succeed.
I always manage to fall in love,
but never buy enough bandages to fix my broken heart.

You can never be too prepared, so don't waste your life on getting all the loose ends sewn together, but rather on the needle and thread.

Trust Issues? I have a solution.

This summer has been a challenge. I moved away from familiar territory to something different and new. I have found myself angry, sad, irritated and bitter since I moved away. I have also found myself asking God why He wanted me to move and every time He answers me the same.

He has been speaking to me a lot about (in a nutshell) trust. A lot of components come with trust. As defined in the dictionary trust is, 'reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety, etc., of a person or thing; confidence.'

When God asks us to trust Him. He's asking us to confide in Him. Give Him everything: our talents, strengths, insecurities, sins, weaknesses, pasts, presents and futures. 

EVERYTIME I have given some struggle to God , He has showed up. He has gotten the glory and showed me so much about myself: Who I can be in HIM, How I can be in HIM, Where I can go in HIM and what I can do in HIM.

No matter how hurt you are or how badly your trust has been broken; His arms are everlasting, His love is never ending, His promises are always true and He IS trustworthy.