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"You are more than empty beds and lonely nights, you are not just a heartbeat under bed sheets. You are complex and wonderful, beautiful and brilliant; please stop allowing the silence to dictate who you are. you are Christ's the same voice that awoke the world, calls you beloved, never ever forget that."
~ T.B LaBerge 

You know what happens when you abandon your passion? I'll tell you.

You become numb. Self centered. The spark for living disappears. Your existence merely becomes less than ordinary. You begin to see the world with horse blinders on; focusing only on the moment within the day and ignore everything around you.

As I am sitting in the quietness of my house, listening to the cars passing by, to the wind howling, and the random wooden creeks of the play set in my back yard- I reminisce on the driven heart I used have.
A heart that was full of thoughts beyond the present moment, beyond the self.

See, people go astray. We all get distracted by the things that shine, and we abandon everything we've ever known to pursue that.

It saddens me that I've become that person who forgot how to love, I mean really love. Love with abandon. Love with sacrifice of self. Love with pursuit. Love unconditionally. I've forgotten how to look at people with compassion. With inspiration. With faith. With hope. I've forgotten to forgive. Forgive myself. Forgive others. I've forgotten it all.

Life sometimes moves so fast, you might get pulled in all direction- but forgetting the essence of who you are is the worst thing.

One of many encouraging things to me is the quote above. No matter what road I travel, no matter what path I take, no matter who I am with and where I am, I need to fulfill my purpose that was meant only and entirely for me. I need to travel back and find the me I've forgotten and build a better person from inside out. I need to seek. To grow. To wonder. To go now. It'll never be too late.

First step?
Find God. Again.


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