how many times has our health held us back? whether it be from having fun and simply living life, or from something bigger? from a purpose? maybe we felt too fatigued. we had migraines. our anxiety or depression felt too great. we let the outward manifestations of our health dictate our worth or ability to pursue a calling.
if you’ve been following me on my blogging journey since last july, you’re familiar with the post I titled an open letter to the broken spirit. july will likely always be a month where I reminisce on what the Lord has done for me + I will be in awe of the things to come – so with that being said, I’ve been spending a lot of time looking back on who I was one year ago and who God made me into today.
before I get started with this post, I’m not claiming to be a professional when it comes to love – not even in the slightest. I’m just as human + just as flawed as the next person. but as I have listened to a particular song, more and more I have started to wonder what has happened to the concept of love + what it’s supposed to be.
forgive me, I am fully aware I have been m.i.a. from the blog for a while. to be truthful, resources and post ideas have felt rather exhausted over the last month or so, which has been pretty frustrating for me if I’m being completely transparent with you. similarly, though, I think God has been trying to provide me with a time of rest and vision.
yesterday officially marked one year since graduating from college, and it’s a crazy pill to try and swallow. a lot can happen in a year, especially a year that stretches you as a person and challenges you to be outside your comfort zone. there are times I miss being a student and being able to feel independent without having to accept full responsibility – so there’s something about this first year right out of college when you feel like you’re squandering because you feel like you’re at the bottom of the totem pole, trying to figure this adulting thing out. and while it’s been intimidating at times, I’ve discovered strengths + independence I never realized I had.
being a christian who struggles with mental health, I have always felt as though there was a certain stigma surrounding the idea of a person of faith in an all-powerful, healing God taking a medication for anxiety + panic attacks.
truthfully, I didn’t know what I was going to try and post about today. it’s been a very busy season for me and my helpers who help make this blog so possible, so it’s been easy for me to put the blog on the backburner a little bit lately. but, after last night, something was laid so heavily on my heart and knew I needed to share.