This year I choose blossom as my Word because it represents my intention to grow from the roots I planted as a new creation in Christ (2 Corinthians 5) and build back what was broken through the vehicle of relationship.
God: The Only Lasting Pleasure Ride
I am a pleasure seeker. Food became my main source of pleasure to escape a world that felt uncomfortable, difficult and scary—a world I didn’t know how to cope with.
I ate to numb the anxiety and the depression when I either felt too much or didn’t feel at all (and wanted to feel something). I ate to avoid the very big calling that loomed ahead. I ate to run from my inner world. I ate to bring a sense of pleasure that masked the harsh reality around me.
Guard Your Heart
My feet have passed over the same “Protect Yo Heart” sidewalk graffiti three times: in LA, San Diego and New York City. It is always when I need a reminder to protect my heart. I was (and still tend to be) the girl that followed her heart blindly. I ignore red flags and race into a relationship before I get to know someone well enough or think about what I am doing intentionally. While I never regret following my heart, I do regret not listening to God down the line.
The Beauty Behind Death
As I drove home from work on a particularly blustery day, windows down and music blaring, I felt the cool yet strong wind rush into the car. I could have sworn something flew through the window, but I couldn’t see any evidence of it. When I pulled into the driveway, underneath the music, I heard a faint buzzing noise. Sure enough, in the cup holder was evidence that I'd indeed noticed a visitor.