How are you?
Today in America that phrase has the same meaning as any other greeting. Sometimes we switch it up with: How's it going? or another form but with the same meaning.
Now, what do you do if you want to change that?
God has started me on this journey to face my own demons.
It scares me.
One of the parts of my life that I need to face is how to be a friend. I get so overwhelmed so quickly when I think of people I care about or who care about me. Especially when asked through text, "How are you?" I get scared. My typical response: I'm alright, but God is good.
(Always the optimist.)
While that may be true, the next questions are: Who deserves to know more? How much do I say? What is too much? Which part of my life do I share?
My analytical brain doesn't know what to do with such a broad, simple question which probes into the innermost part of my heart and mind.
Thoughts from the enemy whisper successful attempts of guilt and insecurity when I desire to respond.
Yet.
The people who I care about the most and who care about me the most are willing to hear my broken messiness and still love me. This is a hard concept to understand -- at least for me.
My hearts desire is to love people --
to let them know that they are known.
Love your neighbor as yourself.
How can you love someone if you can't first love yourself?
How can you show grace with someone if you can't first show grace to yourself?
Take a deep breath.
Pursue God.
Today in America that phrase has the same meaning as any other greeting. Sometimes we switch it up with: How's it going? or another form but with the same meaning.
Now, what do you do if you want to change that?
God has started me on this journey to face my own demons.
It scares me.
One of the parts of my life that I need to face is how to be a friend. I get so overwhelmed so quickly when I think of people I care about or who care about me. Especially when asked through text, "How are you?" I get scared. My typical response: I'm alright, but God is good.
(Always the optimist.)
While that may be true, the next questions are: Who deserves to know more? How much do I say? What is too much? Which part of my life do I share?
My analytical brain doesn't know what to do with such a broad, simple question which probes into the innermost part of my heart and mind.
Thoughts from the enemy whisper successful attempts of guilt and insecurity when I desire to respond.
Yet.
The people who I care about the most and who care about me the most are willing to hear my broken messiness and still love me. This is a hard concept to understand -- at least for me.
My hearts desire is to love people --
to let them know that they are known.
Love your neighbor as yourself.
How can you love someone if you can't first love yourself?
How can you show grace with someone if you can't first show grace to yourself?
Take a deep breath.
Pursue God.
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