COURAGE, BRAVEHEART

Finding the courage to step into the broken places to experience deep healing & complete restoration


Looking in All the Wrong Places.

God’s been teaching me A LOT the past few months. Oh man, has it been a lot. Some days it feels like lesson after lesson can be a bit overwhelming. He’s gently been breaking me open, and He’s asked me look deep inside at everything that’s there. All of it. The wonderfully beautiful things about me, my heart and my person. And the not so beautiful, ugly, dark parts that I’ve unknowingly tried to ignore or keep hidden for a long time.

Because I was hurting. Because I was scared. Because I don’t like mess. Because of an intense need to protect myself. Because I was confused. Because I’ve been distracted. Because I didn’t feel like I had a choice. Because I cared so deeply about what others thought. Because I felt I had to prove myself time and time again, only to wind up still feeling unknown and empty at the end of it all. Because I didn’t feel like my voice mattered, because I was told it didn’t. Or maybe because if I really looked at the darker parts, maybe that would mean I wasn’t valuable after all. Or worse, not lovable.

Because I was believing lies.

I know these things aren’t true. I can tell myself over and over again that they’re not. That I am created in the image of God. That I am valuable and loved me because He tells me I am and that He gave everything to show me just that. I tell others these truths, but what I didn’t realize was how I hadn’t really let it sink all the way deep down into MY own heart. The extent of that love. And all the countless things I was doing to try to achieve, and earn, and win something that had already been won.

I thought if I worked hard enough. If I did all the right things. If I never messed up, then I could attain some sort of perfection, and that would somehow make me lovable. But the Lord, in all His graciousness, has given me new eyes to see things from a different perspective. One I wasn’t able to see before.

See, I’ve believed these lies since I was a kid, and somewhere along the way, the lies began looking like truth to me. I was so used to believing them, that I was confirming them to myself day after day through my actions. Through the way I’ve functioned. Through bad habits. Through fear. 

But the thing is, they’re NOT true.

And I’m done wasting precious time, exhausting myself, trying to attain something that was already won by Jesus long before me.



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