Changes

I’m not the woman I was five years ago, heck I’m not the same woman I was a month ago. Life has a way of changing people, but the Holy Spirit has a way of changing you even more.

When I started my journey with the Lord I really had no idea what I was doing, I still don’t, but thats besides the point. I grew up in church. My dad was my youth pastor or my pastor for the longest time. I don’t ever remember a time where I didn’t know about the Lord. But it really wasn’t until my sophomore year in college I began my journey to KNOW the Lord.

When I started to dedicate my life to Him, a lot of things started to change. Things came to my mind that I had totally forgotten about, hurt was exposed, scabs were ripped open. It was terrifying to go through- even more so because I was alone. Friendships dropped and I didn’t have family around. I didn’t know where to turn, I didn’t know why this was happening. I thought I had buried it enough, so that they would never see the light of day again.

The truth is, I was hurting. Deeply. With the old, and now with the new. The new loss of friendships, the overbearing sense of loneliness, and the not knowing why. Burrying was not enough, it needed to be healed. I don’t know what flipped or when it flipped, but I knew my heartache was trying to teach me something. I knew my loneliness was so that I could learn to rely on my Heavenly Father. I knew the scabs being opened and the hurt being exposed was so that I could surrender those things and be freed. Freedom that only comes from The Father.

Total surrender is crazy scary. It still is for me. I’m a little bit of a control freak and hate to not have my hands in every aspect of my life. I hate surprises, not the ones from my husband, but the ones where I’m blindsided and hit by a truck, Ashtyn’s diagnosis for example. I think it comes from being moved around my whole life, just when I was getting comfortable it was time to be uprooted. Leaving friends, leaving schools, leaving churches, it was all out of my control and I hated it. I think this is also why I don’t put myself out there as much as I would like. It’s a fear that lives deep inside of me. I’d like to say lived, but that wouldn’t be honest. I still have flaws and damage, but I’m a work in progress.

The Lord loves every part of me, my stubbornness, control freakness, my humor, my questioning and adventurous heart. Every part. Nothing I do or say or think surprises Him, because He KNOWS me. I find that very comforting, He is where I place my roots. He cares about me. He loves me.

I don’t think I would have these revelations without Jesus and His spirit. I’m not one of those people who believes that if I stub my toe the Devil is out to get me or the cliché that everything happens for a reason. But I do believe that The Lord operates in all things. He is always moving, so exposing my past hurts, ripping open wounds, was just another step in His divine operation.

Do I still struggle? As a mom, more than ever. Do the past hurts play in my mind like I have them on replay? Oh yes. Do I have days where I want to shut down and cry? Absolutely. But I now know who I can turn to. I can wrap all the hurt, wounds, and fear up and give it to the Lord. He is a good Father, He heals, He delivers, He restores.

My favorite place to be is in His presence. There is room for you, too.