Discernment is a tool in our spiritual arsenal – one of the Holy Spirit gifts to us. It guides us to the will of God, which is to say the best possible outcome for us.
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.
It was the morning of the most important interview of my career; with emotions running haywire and hormones adding a dizzying effect, I decided that I just couldn't go to my interview that afternoon. The fear shouted so loudly that I couldn't hear the voice of wisdom that knew to show up despite the very big feelings. This was my dream job, after all!
God recently revealed to me that I am holding onto the weight of my past. By holding onto my past, I’m not only carrying around a weight I was never meant to carry, but I am blocking the blessings of God’s plan for me in the future. So today I ask you: What weight are you carrying that is hindering your upward momentum?
Covid-19 caught nearly all of us by surprise, leaving us ripped of our routines, schedules and normal circumstances — everything we typically rely on for stability and consistency. If we weren’t already prone to or struggling with depression, COVID-19 certainly stirred up prime circumstances for depression to show up (many of us without any prior experience with mental illness or the coping skills to deal with it in healthy ways).
For as long as it takes, for as long as it hurts, keep moving forward.
Moving on after a breakup is downright difficult if not impossible. It feels like walking through thick, swampy mud—you try to move on but seem to be completely stuck in the past. These feelings are natural, normal even, after all breakups are a loss which means grief comes along inside the package of pain, angst, regret, confusion, anger and doubt.
This year didn’t get off to the grand start I’d envisioned especially with the word I chose for 2022: commence. My intention to kickstart the year in a fashion fit for my new beginning did t quite turnout with a splash. But it did begin with a thud, a hard crash rather. I lost my baby boy, Nova a few days before Christmas and went through an unexpected end to a friendship shortly after the new year commenced. In other words, these losses caused what otherwise would be a bright start in a new year to be a dark closet where I hid in a cloud of grief and sadness.
