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brokenness aside

My writing always has been unapologetic, transparent, and explicitly honest. I don't believe in writing for people, I write for me. I write what I feel right there and then, I don't plan to write, I write to make sense of what's in my personal jungle of a brain. 

So here. 

Worthless. A word I've been believing for far too long. I need a new perspective. Sometimes we may feel stuck, wrapped up in our own little bundle of emotions and we hold our brokenness in the palms of our hands and we just sit there without a clue of how to deal. The longer we sit and hold those pieces, the more we allow them to define who we are. With all that I am, with boldness and confidence believe that, I am not meant to hold those pieces, I am not made to believe that my mistakes are who I am, I am not. I will not. 

I am meant to know who I am, and the only way I can do that is to meet Jesus at the cross. The only way I can loosen the grip I have on my shattered heart is if He meets me there. The only way I can believe that I'm meant for so much more is if He tells me. Human words are beautiful, but His truths are majestic. 

For a while, I have been focusing so much on what's been done to me, and I dissect and question every aspect of my life. I'm not meant to know, not until I meet Him face to face. Right now, all I know is I am not meant to carry mountains, simply climb them. 

I've said it before, and I'll say it again, the purpose of my life, is to love Him and love others. There is no room for believing my own personal lies, they completely steer me away from my purpose and they only pull me into myself more and more. I can't. I can't take my eyes off of God for any longer. 

I'll fight my battles, God-just meet me in the midst. 

I'm all about poems, writings, and quotes that perfectly describe my heart, tonight I came across a beautiful script:

"I'd rather die whispering Your name, than live an empty life shouting my own."

Drop the lies. Get on with it already. Take your pity self to the Cross, give it all over to Him, and believe what He has made you to be, worthy to die for...because He did. That must mean something. 



Don't sit there in your brokenness, don't let your heart turn to stone. That's tragic. 

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