Lately, I hit a phase of discouragement. I have looked at where my life is, and felt some discontentment. A project I have been working on for over a year now seems to bear little to no fruit. What am I doing, Lord? Am I imagining things? Is this all a story I tell myself to feel better?
Then I thought about you, and I know you must have those moments too. I looked in my Bible for some encouraging words, and also looked at women who inspire me much and gathered some of their words so that you and I can feast on power and truth and be encouraged today.
When I was 19, I moved into my first apartment alone. I happily looked ahead to the freedom I would enjoy. What I had not realized was all the work that came with it. For starters, I was now totally responsible for my laundry and for feeding myself. After months of sandwiches and restaurants, I realized I had to start cooking.
It was hit or miss; mostly miss if I’m honest with you. Sometimes I’d give it my all, sweat of my brow, it looked fantastically tasty. And then I’d take a bite.
My husband is very organized. It shows in everything he does, including the way he has worked hard on looking back to 2016, and planning 2017 a few weeks ago. While doing that, he looked at journal entries from previous years, seeing what the Lord has done in his life over almost two decades of walk with Christ.
What he found amused him and he had me read a portion of it. It was a prayer he wrote to God in 2006. At that time, he had been a Christian and single for seven years. He was telling God how tired he was to be single. It made no sense to him. He chose the narrow path of purity and service, but he had enough. He was ready for God to send him his wife.
Isn’t it beautiful when two hearts meet and connect at the deepest level, without barriers, and without shame, offering their very best to each other? Love. Wouldn’t it be life-changing if every single one of our relationships could be that fulfilling? If we could just be open, raw, and real with others?
Three years ago, I had the opportunity to move abroad with my husband who works for a Christian NGO. When we arrived in West Africa, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew this would be a learning experience, but I could not predict God would work in my life the way He did.
This year is different. I said to myself every year since I started making resolutions. This is a “New Year, New Me” like you see all over social media.
This year, I will get fit and healthy. Goodbye bacon and sweets, hello gym routine and kale. Really. You all know how the story ends.
So I stopped making resolutions a couple of years back