Sunday, February 26

So, I came across this blog post today and was touched by just about every word. I could have probably written out the same thoughts, but now I don't have to because Lindsay did it so much better than I could have. So, if you have a few minutes today, hop on over to 'Life Lived Fully' and take a read from her most recent post - it's some real stuff and it will bless the socks right off of you and most likely kick your booty into gear in more ways than one... Here are just a few of her very timely words that hit home to me.

On marriage...

"Two people who on the outside see life through completely different telescopes —mine is bright orange with pink polka dots, messy, nicked and probably has dirty hand prints all over it—his is black, shiny, clean, gleaming, not a smudge, not a smidgen. But what we see inside those telescopes are the same. The same dreams. The same love for traveling. The same brokenness that has led us the crossroad of Jesus-whatever-you-want-for-my-life-it’s-just-too-dadgum-hard-without-you."

On being yourself...

"You’ll never live life fully until you stop looking at everyone else. Don’t get me wrong, you will still peek at times. And on bad days you will glance over quite a lot. And that’s okay.
It’s the coming back that counts. It’s the: this is my flawed, wonderful marriage and no one else’s. It’s the: I am still single and I hate it every second of it but at least it’s my life I am living and no one else’s. It’s the: I am struggling with infertility and everyone is popping out babies like bunnies, but at least it’s my journey. And it’s the: money ain’t coming in, but my God I am learning that the phrase: “He is faithful” is not some feel good church cliche, it is TRUE.

On life...

"...sometimes, when you let go of what you thought your life should look like - then it brings freedom to every facet of your life—including your relationships. This truth leaks into the smallest crevices of our thinking…every room in our heart gets remodeled: our marriages, our friendships, our everyday humdrum days that end up being our lives. All of a sudden life looks different. The rooms have not changed. No walls moved. The dreadful paint is still there. The worn out rug still the same. The pictures still hang crooked. The tables still need dusted. It’s just you learn to appreciate it instead of always wishing it were something else. Then that which was ugly becomes beautiful because it’s yours and no one else’s. Your imperfect life becomes your gift.

You can read the entire post here: Will you ever be happy with YOU? And your life?