Being a Temple

The question is: am I a space where God can dwell? Is there room – in my schedule, my thoughts, my finances, and the way I live my life – for God in me? Am I a temple, or am I a cluttered closet with no space for God to reside in? 

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Chosen by God

I realized in that moment when I call out my fears and give them a name, when I admit to myself and to Jesus what I'm struggling with, the burden is lifted. Disappointment still stings, however, it isn't crippling and it doesn't define who I am.

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Humility in an Instagram World

I lacked the strength of purpose that could have helped me rise above the more inconsequential battles I was having: the jealousy of other women, the discouragement of feeling insignificant and behind, and the indignation I felt over the mass-deception taking place in front of my eyes. 

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The Path from Perfection

Shifting from a Martha to a Mary mindset required an unraveling of lies. It still does. I have to choose every day to let go a bit more. It’s messy, it’s imperfect and I often find myself going back to my checklist in an effort to regain control.

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