You have listened to fears, child,” said Aslan. “Come, let me breathe on you. Forget them. Are you brave again?
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Today was my official last day as a resident of Bloomington! Gonna miss this little house so much!! I’m so thankful for the God directed friendship and sisterhood with @rachelschmidgall that was formed through this little house of love!! And I’m thankful for the deepening of friendship and sisterhood with our adopted roomie @natalieann528 Gods plan and faithfulness when I was faithless has blown me away. I’m going to miss so many things about Bloomington, but I’m confident that God will direct the perfect church home, community, and hopefully mentor in Peoria. I know I’ll only be 45 minutes away, but it feels like forever! Change is hard, but God is so very good. There will always be a little piece of my heart that calls this place home.
What if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.
— Anne Lamott (via makethemdream
This is so true. This is why even though I’m plus size, I still wear a bathing suit. This is why I still swim freely and confidently in lakes/oceans/pools. This is why I’ve traveled all over and climbed cliffs and stood at the edge watching waves crash against million year old rocks. This is why I’ve crossed the no trespassing and rode bikes until my thighs were sore. I’ve hiked and cried and laughed and pushed myself to go further. To see more beauty, regardless of my body telling me to stop. I will live my life while working on a healthier me. I refuse one day to wake up with an immeasurable amount of regret.
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It’s HERE!! I still cannot believe I have a #BachelorinSocialWork !! #ItFeelsSoOfficialNow #PraiseGod I am so proud of myself!! #NowToGetMyMasters
Read this verse and it’s been stuck in my head for days. It’s a sweet reminder that this job, this life, God has laid before me is my task. I am representing the Gospel through this calling He has laid before me. I am representing the Gospel by protecting children and helping parents. I am representing the Gospel by loving them through my role as their Social Worker. This is my task. He is with me. I just need to be strong and do it. Ezra 10:4.
The moment I thought that I didn’t believe in myself anymore
Sometimes I think that this body is a punishment. But then I am reminded of all the wonderful things it does for me. Beauty is so surface level and I’m trying to fight society so hard, but honestly, most of the time I feel like it’s just me trying to change the way people view beauty and worthiness. Why is weight attached to beauty?
The lines on my hands crease the same way yours does. Isn’t that beautiful?
My freckles are all mismatched like yours. Isn’t that beautiful?
My tan line forms just like yours every summer. Isn’t that beautiful?
I laugh until I cry, just like you do. Isn’t that beautiful?
Why is my body ridiculed, scrutinized, and shamed in front of society? I have bad days. Sometimes I have bad weeks. But I am working towards a healthier me. But people still stare and shame me. YOU DO NOT KNOW WHERE I AM AT IN MY WEIGHT LOSS JOURNEY.
It is the hardest thing I have ever been though and some days all I want to do is give up. Lately I’ve felt like I don’t believe in myself anymore. That this goal is unattainable. That there is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Then I am reminded of things like the booty revolution. I am reminded that there are people who are fighting the same fight. There is strength knowing you are not alone.
So here’s to keep on keepin’ on. There is beauty in imperfection. There is beauty in every curve. Loving myself is the most important thing. I cannot lose sight of who I am or why I am doing this. I cannot quit believing in myself. No one else is going to do this for me.
Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.
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Inspiring talk. | #realtalk #inspiration #earlymorningswithfats
I wish some people would understand this.
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