Everything is so surface based and no one seeks to look beyond what meets the eye. A well made up face sometimes masks the hurt that the heart is carrying. In the same way that a well put together outfit can serve as the perfect disguise for a life that is falling apart.
Life is precious and so is time. Even though we know this, we are so often distracted by temporary frustrations and without realizing, we allow the pressures of life to derail us.
So many times we magnify the challenging and at times overwhelming seasons, not realizing that it is in those type of circumstances that we gain valuable wisdom and understanding. I would go as far as to say that we are strengthened and made resilient in the tough times.
I have a newfound appreciation for the struggle because I can now move forward with wisdom and a better understanding of what had me stuck.
I have learnt that 'failure' equips us with experience that we wouldn't have had if we hadn't even tried. Sometimes the 'coulda woulda shoulda' can gird us with wisdom in making future decisions.
Then I stumbled across my safe place. If I kept to myself and kept people at arms' length, then no one would get close enough to cause me hurt. And so that worked for me for years and years. But what happens when your safe place becomes your prison?
So often the fear of failure or lack of resources stops us from stepping out in faith. A step could be as simple as a call to find out what is required to get things in motion.