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Name: t_race
Birthday: 5/14/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: i'll give almost everything atleast one shot
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| so, i'm a little tired of being me right now. does anybody wanna trade? preferably some one who's like 5 and just about to enter kindegarten. that'd be great, just let me know.
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| Do you ever wonder why you don't just listen to yourself sometimes?
me too. | | |
| "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
- Nelson Mandela
It's time to stop thinking that giving up on myself is okay, no matter the state of others. It's time to begin thinking everyday that it is my job to make myself better, and through that do the same to those around me, not in light of comparison, but in light of the fact that God calls me to do so. It's time to stop being scared of childlike authenticity. God made me(us) authentically fabulous. Inadequacy is not the question, the question is improvement. God is trusting me to be a servant of the Gospel, inadequacy is not an option. It's just time. | | |
| In a crowded room full of fellow Johnson county joes and joannes i felt all alone while stumbling across the realization that i was pretending. and if i was pretending, there was a good chance that many of the people around me were pretending. are we all pretending? here, especially in our little Christian world, we put so much stock in transparency and discuss how we admire those who are so very "real" and we hate "posers", but it seems to me that really very few of us even strive for that. Instead we strive to have a perfect or close to life that would make it so much easier for us to be real instead of the closeness to Christ that would make us okay with our "real" selves regardless. I think often as a psuedo-leader i feel it a responsibility to put on a smile and act like i love everything and everyone and every once in a while allow myself to fall into the arms of my mentors and those leaders above me that i "know" have it all under control. In reality, these leaders and people i hold in such high regard don't have it all together and i am aware of this (so if you are one of these people reading this, don't feel as if i am making you pretend. i look up to you regardless) They seem to handle themselves so much better and i sure much of this has come with age and experience and their hearts that are seeking diligently after Christ. I know even some of my most revered mentors struggle with this as well though. The question i am asking of myself and anyone who wishes to respond is how does the church grow as a body of believers, and how do we enter the throne room of God with a mask on, with this stench of fakeness coming from all of us? I don't believe we can. So then the real question becomes how to we cure this need of a masquerade to function? | | |
| So...yeah. it stings. and the hardest part is that i'm called to be gracious. grace is a funny thing. it's always so easy to recieve, but so hard to give, and i love to give.
my heart does not give out love like a pez dispencer,
simply pull the head back and out pops the good stuff.
It's more like a gumball machine.
The only way to something good out
without putting something good in is to break the glass.
Once the glass breaks, they're all over the floor.
................It's time to pick up the pieces.
God, when i asked you to break me, i didn't know this was what i had asked for. | | |
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