Does anyone remember "Choose Your Own Adventure" books? I totally loved them. The books were written in first person. You read a page or two, and then you choose your next action, like "open the door" or "walk down the hallway to the left", each of which prompt you to a certain page number. Sometimes you solve the mystery, and sometimes you... die.
I used to hold my page so that if I died I could have a do-over. I'd go through the books over and over again til I had exhausted every possible ending. I think the appeal was just that - I could go back and try over if I messed up.
Not so in life.
It's funny how easy it is in life to make a decision, turn the page, and find yourself somewhere you never intended to be. Oops. Lost my place. No way to go back.
Time to turn this misstep, and all its results, into something amazing.
There is nothing that can't be redeemed.
There are gonna be consequences to our decisions, certainly. I am going to have to deal with the results of walking the path I've walked, good or bad. But there is no point that we can reach where we are beyond the reach of redemption.
I've had a hard time with this one lately. I feel like the bad decisions I've made over the last year have put me out of the reach of God and beyond His ability to use me to do good things in the world, unusable to make Him known. What I know in my heart is that this isn't true, that He can indeed use me and that others can still see Him in me through my actions, and through my life.
What my head tells me is that someone as messed up as I am would be a hypocrite of the worst sort to try to encourage others to learn more about a God who loves them. I'm still struggling with trying to believe that He loves me, some days. Deep down, I know it, but there's so much I don't understand, that I can't explain or apply logic to.
My faith and my brain want to have a war. I'm trying to draw a cease fire.
These are the things I identify myself as, many of which I've lost sight of lately:
A writer; a teller of stories and truths.
A singer of songs. One who can break down the walls in people's lives through music.
A lover of people. One who wants to take care of others, to provide hope through my actions.
A dreamer. One with lofty goals and focused vision.
A giver, of time, money, love.. I love to give to others. It makes me feel complete.
A protector.
I need to make time in my life to get these things back. I'm running myself so ragged that I can't even remember who I am some days. I'm becoming this worn out, stressed, self-focused mess that I can't stand to see. I want "me" back.
It makes me sad that people who have only met me in the last few months have only seen this spiritually struggling side of me. I want to tell them "wait, this is not who I really am, the real me was the one with the idealistic view of religion, the title of worship leader, the one involved in anything and everything church-y.".
But then I realize, whis IS who I really am. I am a girl with questions and fears, who believes in God but has lost faith in people, who wants to be loved and give love, who wants a balance of answers and mysteries, who wants to give, wants to be nurtured, wants to enjoy every step of this journey and not live in regret.
Each day is a whirlwind. It goes by so fast. I've been in this weird flux for a year now. A year. I've blogged about it, talked to friends about it, cried, laughed, said sarcastic things (I know, weird), said profound things. I'm kinda at the point where my words are just words, I need actions. I need God back in my life, I need to forgive people for how they've treated me, I need to remember that life isn't fair, at least not my perception of fair.
I'm ok with that. I'm gonna choose THIS adventure: to take the time I need to take to re-center and refocus myself on what matters. My God. My family. My friends. My self.
Ready or not, here I come.
