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I’m really just writing to write tonight. I determined if I am going to hit these goals of mine then I need to be showing up to write like I’m getting paid for it. So here I am with a blank screen and not much else.

Today was a day of encouragement. I had to ask for it today. I was dealing with some super sensitive issues and God in all his sweetness to me showed up. A lot. I was in a text frenzy with my girl Rachael, emailing sporadically with my Pattee, and talking on the phone with Megan. Today I had to ask for encouragement. I’m sort of proud of myself for asking. Pattee used to tell me all the time I didn’t need to do it all on my own and it’s ok if I have a discouraged day to ask for help. She taught me that, and I learned it. My girls are awesome, but God was just funny. Facebook and Twitter for all the grief it gets pulled me from the trenches today.

One person’s status on Facebook gave the scripture Isaiah 41:9-10 which is now hanging from my monitor, it told me I was chosen. It says, “I have chosen you and I will not throw you away.” It actually uses the word discouraged in the text! Then someone twittered something Carl Lentz said in a message I remember sitting in, which said, “your season is not what you think it is, there’s more going on than you know.” I remember being encouraged by that when I heard it. Then a bit later back to Facebook and someone else’s status read, “you are WORTH it.” Then another’s twitter gave the same verse over.

I told Rachael and she replied it was God’s way of letting me know that he’s involved and he’s with me today. It was one of those supernatural realizations for me when I read her text. It gave me freedom to really let go and not try to understand anything. This morning I woke up feeling the heaviness of discouragement immediately. It was purposed steps to get myself to work this morning, but I understood my steps are ordered by the Lord so nothing more to do than look up and put one foot in front of the other.

Today I stood, stood for grace and mercy, dependant on its strength to help me put one foot in front of the other. This morning I thought it was a breakdown, but tonight after church, after the girl from work coming and giving her life to Jesus, and after the word I realize it was breakthrough.

Breakthrough to tomorrow, breakthrough to more of my character, breakthrough to more of the character of God; there’s beauty in the breakdown and power in the breakthrough.

I’m glad today’s over though. Sleep will do me well and tomorrow will be grand!


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