To The Girl Who Needs to Love Herself

This is an important read from a dear friend of mine, and something that many people, including myself need to be reminded of in a culture and a day and age where we place an idol-like value on exterior qualifiers, such as achievements and relationships to give ourselves value. Love her and this post.
You are loved. You are chosen. You are wanted by Love Himself.

Beloved

To the girl who needs to love herself: I’ve been there. Sometimes, I’m still there. I forget who I belong to and where my worth comes from.

To be honest, my life would be very different if I understood how to love myself from the beginning. There’s a saying: a girl accepts the love she thinks she deserves. I would’ve saved a lot of heartbreak in my relationships with friends and others if I understood that I truly do deserve the best.

It doesn’t matter what your past is. It doesn’t matter if you’ve made more mistakes than you can count. It doesn’t matter how others have treated you. It doesn’t matter what you look like. You are worthy because God declares your worthiness. You are loved because God created you in His love.

God is love. Meaning the Father, Son, and Spirit are in close, loving relationship, and God wants you…

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it’s okay to be searching

(this post: a reflection from this past weekend)

It’s been almost a month since I’ve been back in the US, and I’m completely certain that I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel weird at times. There are days when it’s the lack of chocolate filled pastries, and then there are the days when it’s the saddening realization that the adventure really is over. This morning, it was the revelation that studying abroad and going away for almost 4 months didn’t fix some of the problems that I thought it would, the moment when I realized that instead of dealing with some things while I was gone, I ignored them instead and pushed them down, using the adventure and the limited time in a foreign country to rationalize doing so.

The specific thing on my mind this morning was my still rocky relationship with churchgoing. In the time leading up to my semester abroad, I went on a church fast for about three months that continued into the next three and a half months while I was in Spain. While I fabricated a super spiritual sounding reason for this fast, trying to find out what being a Christian really means and hipster stuff like that, the real reason I stopped going was that it was painful and maddening to go to church. Continue reading “it’s okay to be searching”