Season 37, Episode 233

Today marks 2 years that I have been living in Virginia. 

My entire day was planned out and I was excited, to have Chipotle with a couple of friends.

And then 4:10am happened. 

Fire alarms went off and the morning ended with me standing in about 4 inches of water in my entire apartment. 

Thankfully, no one was injured and my stuff wasn't damaged, but when I tell you that it derailed my day, it derailed my day. 

I took off work with the hopes of being able to wallow in my feelings, however that also did not happen. 

(Which was probably the best.) 

As I lay on the brightest green bean bag I've ever seen and allowed the past two years to play in my mind like a movie, I was pleasantly surprised at the journey it has been.

There have been moments of triumph and also uncomfortably low points. 

Moments where I was full of confidence and conquered the day and times that I felt like the least qualified person in the room. 

Moments of inspiration, full of colorful and expressive creativity, chased down by experiences that left me thinking I would never create again. 

Moments where I felt as though God, came and sat at the foot of my bed and shared promises and listened to my heart's desires followed by moments of complete silence.

(Causing me to quote the title of Beverly Clearys book "Are you there God? It's me Marget" but with my name replacing Margrets.) 

Moments when the Voice of God was the loudest yet most gentle voice I have ever heard, followed by quiet times where conviction was the farthest thing from my friend with no other option than to pull it together. 

The past two years have been anything other than a dream, but also it has been one powerful experience that I couldn't have dreamed up even if I tried. 

(Probably why I leave God in the driver seat as I annoyingly ask "Are we there yet" and I have no idea where "there" is.)

I am probably the most confident version of myself my identity has ever experienced and undoubtedly the most transparent.

There have been plenty of passages of scripture that have come alive during this time, but the one that echoes in my heart and mind the most is Proverbs 22:6 “Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.”

These words that I'm currently typing while sitting in my office at work, waiting for my apartment to dry out and lose the weird smell, its coming from a woman who was raised in a church of prayer and it's been my lifeline. 

I was raised in a place of worship where praise was used in all moods and in all seasons, and even today, in my frustration, worship music was blasting because it was the only thing could change my heart posture.

The moments, lessons, and biblical principles that my parents worked tirelessly to instill in me have never been far from my mind or my heart. 

Which is probably why I sit where I am today, ministering to women in desperate need of finding hope and grasping on to the only lifeline that can save them, Jesus.  

Although, I would have loved to pen a few chapters in this journey with God as my co-author, I chose to let Him write it all. 

(I probably would have altered a few things but that definitely wouldn't have produced a positive outcome.)

I am constantly being reminded that God is always good, always faithful, and ALWAYS exactly what is needed in every single situation. 

In case you were wondering about my chipotle, I dropped it on the floor as soon as I got back to my office.

(But tomorrow is a new day and new opportunities for full sleep and chipotle!)

Praying that whatever season you are in that you lean back on those old habits ane disciplines that were instilled. And if they weren’t positive and for your good, I hope you have a moment to breathe and start creating them!