God's Will, Love, A Relationship, and Control

I kept asking that question over and over in Honduras - "God, what is Your will?"

I stopped asking what His will was for my life, what that specific plan was that He had for me, because I wasn't getting any answers and I was told I was asking the wrong questions. (Thank you Pastor Brian.) I was also asking for the wrong reasons. I'm a planner and an organizer, so I wanted to know what the Lord's plan was for my life so I could prepare and I could plan how it would follow out instead of laying my plans and trust in His hands.

It makes sense now that I was asking the wrong questions. I was asking them out of selfishness to what I wanted, thinking that what I wanted was greater than what God wanted to do with me. (Wow, I was trying to manipulate God into getting what I wanted. What a joke! I'm laughing at myself now.)

And as I'm looking back, I'm so thankful my pastor didn't come out and just say, "Maria, you're being selfish. Stop it. It's not about you." because that probably would've devastated my hidden, soft, interior while my exterior would be hardened and proclaiming to the world that I'm not selfish, I'm strong, and how the honest truth doesn't hurt me. My pastor let me figure it out on my own, just as the Lord did as well. But there was always guidance, consistent guidance. And always love.

It's an awful feeling, that thought of letting go of the control you have on whatever particular thing you're grasping to, knowing that you don't know what's going to happen next. But it's just the thought that paralyzes us into fear of letting go. It's a false thought that we have any control of our lives, and not to write that to scare anyone, because the Lord has us so incredibly protected and He doesn't want to see us in pain or suffering. Remember, God's will is Love. God's will is a love relationship. God is Love. But when that suffering comes, also remember that He knows every detail of the victory, and all we need to know is that the victory comes. Actually, the victory is already here!

I was asking God for a metaphor for trusting Him and letting go of control and He reminded me of how little kids ride on their fathers' shoulders. Your dad was always the one lifting you up, right? He always had you in his hands. It'd be terrifying getting up there and getting back down to the ground, because you have to fly through the air to do so, but once you were up on your dad's shoulder, you were safe. You trusted him to get you there.

My dad would be grasp my little legs and feet and I would be curled over holding his forehead for my life. I was scared to be up to high, and even though my dad would never let me fall and he had me locked in his hands, you're literally twice or three times the height of yourself. Of course, it's scary as a kid. Imagine that now as an adult! So I would "drive" my dad by turning his head, going whichever way I wanted him to go. Totally that false control that I had over steering my dad in the way I wanted to go, but he would play along until his head got tired of being yanked around so abruptly in my impatience to just stay still.

I am adventurous, I want to explore, and I want to do it my way, but God wants to do it His way. It's not my plans that God comes into alignment with. It's me, submitting to Him, trusting Him, that He is who He says He is, and that I can trust in that even when I'm terrified of letting go and moving forward.

It's simple, so when things get complicated or overwhelming in your life, remember these verses:

I Thessalonians 4:16-18

¹⁶ Rejoice always, ¹⁷ pray continually, ¹⁸ give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.

"Sweet Maria"

"Sweet Maria."

My heart melts as soon as I hear this. I almost immediately begin to cry.

My mom always called me her "sweet Maria" when I was little and I absolutely loved it. I love thinking back on it because I can hear my mom say it and I smile. You see pictures of me as a kid and you can tell. You can just plain see those words when seeing a picture of me as a kiddo.

During the whole growing up process, that sweetness was overpowered by so many other characteristics that I wanted to show...strength, determination, domination, aggressiveness...that was how you got noticed. That's how I was told to play sports. That's how attention was received. The quiet ones didn't seem to have the fun I had.

What was the initial change? What happened to where I thought my vulnerability displayed in sweetness was destructive to myself? What made me start to think differently?

But now, how I wish that I could think of myself as that "Sweet Maria" as my mother always called me. I do now and then, but it's a deep thought I have to have. I can see it in the moment, but it's not a characteristic I have fully claimed back into my life. Because honestly, I liked being strong one, I liked being known as capable.

But I liked being the strong one. I liked being capable.

Here in Honduras, with a few weeks down as a new resident, there's absolutely no way I can be who I was. I can't be aggressive, because people will be hurt and in general, the people are very calm and tranquil. I can't dominate in tasks, because I don't know what to do. I can't have an overwhelming determination, because I'm still learning. I can't be strong and capable, because the only thing that will get me through each day is humility.


Whatever my mindset was as a kid, when my mom called me "Sweet Maria", I want back. I would like that innocence back, to live without the fear of rejection or the memories of times gone wrong.

I would like to live a new day, every day, as Sweet Maria.

My Far Away Place with God

This post has no original thought, no feeling that I need to express or get out there, no angst that typing my thoughts to the world helps solve. I'm only writing off the top of my head, which is different because I like having a plan, I like I having a topic to share.

I'm sitting on our porch, at a picnic table in Myrtle Beach. My view is the ocean. It's the end of the day so the tide is slowly coming back to its original starting point, covering the sand where we had our chairs, umbrellas, toys, and surfboard. It's taking over our area where we played bocce ball and sat in the sun, enjoying the relaxation and family time.

The sound of the wind coming from the sea and the never ending supply of waves easily takes me into a world of thought, some intelligible and some I can't even express because I don't know exactly where I go when I'm in that sort of "thought trance". It happens very often when I am with nature, whether I'm running on a path through a forest, hiking up a mountain, swimming in a lake, or driving through Indiana with cornfields on both sides.

It's completely peaceful and throws me into a place that I love. No one can access it except for me. No one knows what I know when I'm there. It's my time, my rest.

This is some of my most precious time with God. I am basking and enjoying His creation. All of this He made for me, and I thoroughly take joy in its beauty. And most importantly, I can enjoy my Creator in the quietest moment.

This is what life is supposed to be like...where I can be me and not be afraid of where my thoughts roam to, not be insecure about the way I look, or wonder what would've happened if, etc... But the wonderful thing about my time with God is that I CAN be afraid, I CAN be insecure, I CAN wonder what if, because my God is not afraid of my responses or reactions. He doesn't think differently of me when I express those to Him. When I give those feelings and thoughts to Him, when I tell God those feelings and thoughts, He addresses them in His love. He always brings me back to who He is and how I show His qualities in my own life.

Father,

You are so gracious to me. You are so willing to listen, to answer, to help. May I show more of You in my life, God. You are full of love and compassion and patience, and I desire to exemplify them the way You do. Thank You for meeting me where I am, whether that's in front of an ocean, in a car, at my work, or in the middle of a struggle at home. You meet me where I am, You are always with me. Lord, I give You the glory in my life. Teach us more of who You are and how we can better exemplify You in all areas of our life. May You be remembered in our actions.

Confrontation: Blessing

A lot has been done in a little over a month. God didn't waste any time working in me and bringing emotions and feelings to me that I had suppressed for years. Now that my mind and body aren't being consumed with work or with friends, I have given that available time to the Lord. I should've been doing this a long time ago, but thank the Lord that He's gracious and patient with me! So in my time to do nothing, a lot has happened. God basically told me, "Maria, I'm going to bring up a lot of emotions and feelings in you. You can either confront them and receive healing, or just sit in them until you're willing to pick up what I'm putting down." (That's the way God talk to me :) 

In the weeks I've been in Indiana, here's what has been happening..

We confronted and tackled...err, I mean, addressed femininity.
     The Honduran culture is not lacking feminine confidence. They get dressed up for the smallest outings. And since I'm moving there in August, I wanted to know all I can about the culture. Reina, my dad's wife, talked to me about the need and desire Honduran women have to take care of themselves, dress well, and take pride in who they are. They not only do this for themselves, but for the men in their lives. They take joy and pride in caring for themselves so that they can show themselves off to their men! Before, I would've sarcastically laughed at a comment like that and thought something along the lines that guys should like who we are no matter what we look like! And while that is true to an extent, the pride that comes from dressing up, wearing make up, doing your hair, and seeing the man you like/love smile so big or give you a compliment (or seeing some random man just stare at you!) is confidence boosting! (AmIright?!) It was a beautiful conversation.

Shopping spree, hair & nails, photo session: all part of helping me feel more feminine!

    Not only did this stir my heart and start the process of viewing myself as beautiful, it allowed me to know more of the beautiful woman that God sees every day. And then later, my dad came to me, not knowing the conversation I had with Reina, and said he wanted to take me shopping, to get the feminine clothes I had never had, and to treat me to hair, nails, and a family photo session to show me how beautiful I am and how I am worth it. I never thought this would ever happen. I'm so grateful it did.

We confronted (and are confronting) reliving with family. 
      Expectations. Living spaces. Rules. Being a big sister to two who haven't had one. Beginning a friendship with my dad's wife. Learning how to be a daughter to my dad again.
      None of this was easy. I repeat, NONE (expect for the friendship part. that's easy). It's incredibly difficult to move back in with your family after you've lived on your own for any length of time. Not to mention that I haven't lived with my dad before my parents divorced in 2004. Now I'm living with my dad and a family that I didn't grow up with. Not the normal "moving back home" situation, but not a bad one. Just one with way more adjustments and different expectations.
      It's been incredibly tough. Basically, my dad doesn't know me as an adult. I think he struggles knowing whether I'm this 15 year old girl he last lived with or the adult that stands before him. I struggle with knowing how to respond now that I am adult. Where is the balance of being involved in a family that has far more rules and expectations than I grew up with and living this new time of life as an adult? Not that I'm void of obeying rules, I'm living under his house, but shouldn't I be held to different standards? Higher expectations in certain areas (because I am an adult now!) but when I "mess up" the expectations only known to the kids, how do I respond to something I don't know? This is where my confusion comes in. It has been hard to be me when I'm expected to be someone else.
     Like I said before, this has not been bad. I have definitely fallen in love with being with family. My sister, brother-in-law, and niece and nephews live in town too and I have been able to watch the kids, work out with my brother-in-law, and spend time with my sister. I love that! Getting to know my two younger sisters, Paola and Abi, is so much time. Challenging at time, but the frustrating times do not come near the amazing moments. I'm 10 years older than Paola, and we are still able to have deep conversations about life, growing up, living with our dad, and even more importantly, God and ourselves. It's a blessing. Family is a blessing.

We confronted (and still are confronting) feelings and emotions.

     It's hard enough to correctly know your own feelings and emotions let alone mixing that into a conversation/situation with someone else who may happen to be your family member, who may happen to be living with you, who may happen to be the exact same as you, who may happen to be your dad. That's something of what it's like here. To say it's been awkward, uncomfortable, frustrating, and at times, hopeless, is an understatement. I would say I know my feelings well, and can adequately share them to most people. However, growing up, there was no safe space with my dad to share my feelings and emotions. He refuses to give validity to my feelings and that is defeating. I feel like life has been taken out of me. To know my feelings is to know me. To accept my feelings is to accept me. To refuse my feelings...is to refuse me. That's why I'm devastated when this happens. I've cried and wept in front of him, and he still looked at me with an insubstantial stare that doesn't even reach where I am sitting. The worst feeling I've had in awhile.
    But it's not all bad. At times, he did see my feelings, he did accept my feelings. I felt that everything came together at that point. And then, one time, he even listened to advice I had prayed for concerning him trying and listening to my younger sisters' feelings and emotions...and then asked for my advice. What?! Yeah, that happened. That has never, ever happened before. I am surely convinced it was because I was in prayer the night before and morning of. Because God gave me the time, I obeyed in starting the conversation, and then God gave me the words to say for instruction and correction. There is no other way on earth that I could do that without the Holy Spirit being my words and opening his heart. Absolutely. No. Other. Way.

We are confronting (and will for a long time) respect and gentleness.
      My devotions are on the fruit of the Spirit. This week has been gentleness and boy, has that been fully packed. I love it!

"Gentleness is submission to the will of the Father, teaching with humility, an awareness of our own sins, forgetfulness towards the sins of others, and leaving condemnation to God and conviction to the Holy Spirit." 

What a challenge! It's so hard for me to not say anything when I want to go into defensive mode; when I'm being reprimanded and especially for something that I feel is completely invalid. Showing respect in an unconditional way because God has called me to show it has stretched me immensely. And my heart has been changed because I want to give respect in the way that God desires when before I could not have cared less if they felt respected or not...as long as I was heard. But really, I'm not heard if I'm forcing my words or feelings on someone just like they are not respected if they're forcing me to to respect them. It has to come from a willing and obedient heart.
     I hope to encompass gentleness. No wonder it's one of the last characteristics in the fruit of the Spirit. I think the fruit of the Spirit step up in how challenging they are as the verse reads on. It's so tough to surrender, but it's not weakness, it's strength! If I originally think you become weak if you do it, it's the opposite. Example: I am not showing weakness if I do not say the thoughts in my head when someone is reprimanding me. It's the opposite: I'm showing strength to display the fruit of the Spirit in that moment. It sure is difficult, but it's worth it.

I started writing wanting to write about how difficult it has been. I wanted to vent and maybe cry while writing. But God had another plan, like He always does, when I started to write. He turns my bitterness into gratefulness. My pain into joy. I did cry, but only because it's hard to be vulnerable...but it's worth it.

A Chance to Change.

Father,

You have opened my heart, You have gently held me. 

You speak sweetly in my ears and into my heart.

Your tenderheartedness is so clear. 

You are wanting me to see me as You do. To be proud of myself as You are proud. To view myself as beauty and grace, as You have given me Your beauty and grace. I am all things from You and yet I struggle with accepting Your truth. 

I feel like I've been stunted at ages 16-18 when my parents divorced. I didn't receive the affirmation of how beautiful I was from my dad or see how to show my femininity in a healthy way from my mom. (My parents are great and they did far more greater things than negative things in my hindsighted opinion.) I'm thankful for how content I was as a kid, but that contentment became paralyzing for me. I never changed my outlook on myself. My clothes even stayed the same and excuses to stay the same only grew. "No money, I don't like to shop, I don't feel comfortable in the clothes, I look fat, etc." I wonder if  I even would've gone shopping if my mom took me. I'm sure she tried but I just didn't care at a young age and I'm sure she took that as my same stance when I was older. I was given money to buy clothes myself but I chose what was important to me at the time and it wasn't clothing. It was people and accessibility. I used my money for that.

Now, at 25, living with my dad and family again back in my hometown, I'm back to being a kid. My inner "16-18 year old" self is reliving in a new perspective. It's almost like I have a chance to do things differently this time around. I'm starting as a teen and becoming a woman. But a woman of God, a woman with a solid foundation of faith.

Father, create in me a feminine mind and thought, of myself and how You see and have made my femininity. Begin to eclipse my previous mindset with a new one, one that is precious and full of beauty, seeing and experiencing myself as a woman. When I look into the mirror Lord, rid my mind of excuses and settle me in what You say when you see my reflection. You have created me as beautiful, simply as I am. But when I put on make up or choose clothes Lord, I want it to be as I am adorning You with what I choose, not to receive compliments or attention to to make me feel better in the moment, but because I am a Holy Temple and I want to be beautiful for You.

"My Life"

In my first few days away from Nashville, I've been settled, comfortable, even excited. It's odd to feel and even say those emotions out loud. I have a hinge of guilt in saying that I'm not bitterly sad. I mean, I've lived in Nashville for 7 years and had my life here. All that I ever wanted, all that I ever desired. And now I'm in the process of my drive back to my old/new home in Indiana.

The list of reasons in my head for why I should be more sad should be enough to have changed my demeanor already, or at least put me in an emotional "funk" for the week/s leading up to my departure. Here's a few, just for my sake of writing them down:

• Nashville was my first move away from home. I left my little town of Warsaw, Indiana in 2005 to come to college in another little Christian university.
• During college, I found my niche. I majored in radio communications and became successful in getting an on-air radio shift where I continued to grow and create a one-of-a-kind radio show.
• Because of my radio career, I found Rocketown, a non-profit youth ministry that has a music venue, indoor skatepark, after-school programs, and a coffee bar. They did ministry in the way I always thought the church should've done it...go where the people are and start a friendship. 
• Graduated college in 2009 with the best friends I would've never reached out to on my own. I'm so thankful for their acceptance of me. 
• I ended my radio and got a job at Rocketown where I worked for 4 years. It was my life. The staff and kids were my life. I found another calling.
• Then I made one of the best decisions of my life: I went to the Anchor School of Ministry in January 2011. Everything I knew about myself, God, religion, and people were healthily broken down and reconstructed in the mindset of Christ, giving myself a secure foundation. What a journey, and it is just the beginning.

My friends, my church, my college, my career, my calling, my life was all in Nashville. I don't feel like I've left it. They will always be there and my memories will always be with me. It will mean just as much to me in the future as it does now. But my existence isn't based on those things. I can have all of that over again. I'm not sad because I'm following God. He is directing me from what I called my life and has already been working on the transition to leave Nashville. This has always been His plan. Now I have the privilege of following it. My life is not mine. My life is His and my life isn't because of the people who are in it, the place I live, or what I experience. My life is with God and defined by God. That's what I'm learning.

I've always experienced my friends leaving Nashville. My bestest friends would always move away, onto greater and better things for themselves. I didn't think it'd happen for me like this. But it is, and all I can do is smile.

The time I told God "No"

I told God "No." when I graduated college. That I wasn't moving, that I wouldn't leave Nashville. I didn't want Him to take me away from where I finally felt like what I had was home, where my friends were more than what I could've imagined, and where I had a deep passion and desire for my work. I just straight up said, "No. I'm not moving. It's not even an option." And for some reason, the Lord graciously heard me. He saw past my ignorant statement and past my pride, and saw how much I thought I really needed this place.

He allowed me to stay in Nashville.

He also blessed my work at Rocketown. I felt apart of a ministry, a job, eventually a church, and as always, close to my friends. He blessed me beyond measure.

In that blessing, there came struggle and heartache. Because I was so closed off to moving, God did His work in me in all the ways where I had said "No." before. I was uncomfortable, and I was just worn out from resisting His work in me for so long. Once that resistance gave up, He began to tear my identity away from my job. The support of my friends was no longer enough. Even my church family was the slightest comfort. But it all wasn't enough. God took me from my complete ignorance and led me through this winding, confusing, and sometimes agonizing path of softening my heart that didn't feel so soft at all. It hurt, and badly. But I knew it was necessary. I had peace in God's work. At one point, I could not put any of what I was feeling or going through into words, but I knew and trusted in what He was doing, even if it meant I would feel without words and be a crying mess for the rest of my life. I was willing to go through with this because I knew that I had my God. And I knew I'd come out better on the other side of this struggle.

Two things I think were key in this amazing process: I was completely honest with God and I allowed myself to be changed. I keep coming back to those two decisions that made me open and vulnerable with God and kept me in a place of desire to change.

Now, in that same state, I'm moving from the place I've truly called home since 2005. It will be happening. In the simple response of me not leaving Nashville to the process of allowing God to fully take me and transform me to do whatever He would like, I am moving.

This is the best part, in my opinion, because I'm moving to Honduras in August! I'm moving home to Indiana at the beginning of June so I can be with family, friends, and prepare for this next amazing phase in my life. My family is the best to be around (my step mom and sisters are Honduran) because I can learn the language, culture, and really dedicate myself spiritually and mentally. I miss my family incredibly and really desire to be an aunt, daughter, and sister to them. I haven't had that desire either, so I know it's a gift that the Lord has done in me.

It's all bittersweet, to leave the familiarity of Nashville, my friends who have become my family, and my church who has become more than I thought a church could become to me. It's so exciting, to know that what I'm stepping out to do is God's plan and I'm following Him in faith, and that what is to come will not be easy, but it will be rewarding. I have never been so sure and grounded in what is to come, even though the details I normally would crave are not here yet.

This is God's will for me. This is the process.

San Pedro Sula, Honduras will be my new home. More info to come!

He Never Gives Up.

There were days where I couldn't hear God speak. Those days turned into weeks which turned into months. I couldn't feel that my God was with me, but I knew He was. I had to trust that He was with me, otherwise I would have lost everything in my life. I would have fallen into a different world, feeling forced into a new and drastic lifestyle where I would've convinced myself was the only option. I can definitely see how people go "off the deep end" in order to feel something comfortable and new again. The enemy has a slight and cunning way of making it feel like it's the best and only option. I'm so glad my God never gave up on me. I'm so glad I never gave up on my God.

Over the past 6 months, I've been in that state of not feeling God or hearing God. And it only got more intense as time went on. No matter what I did, no matter who I was around, nothing changed. It was so frustrating during the time, but I'm forever grateful that He challenged me in my faith. I would want to be around people, and then it was too overwhelming, and I would just leave without any words and run to my car and literally weep while driving. I had no words to explain how I was feeling. It only felt like God was doing something inside me, changing and growing me into some woman who I knew nothing about.

After awhile, I began to just become completely honest with God. I literally cried to Him, I gave Him my anger, I explained in what ways I did not trust Him, I asked and pleaded for peace and a new passion. That was another aspect of my life that went missing. My normal personality and willingness to help others at my job was gone. It was something I couldn't even control. I would have an amazing day, and once I started working, my demeanor changed. I know we all struggle with work, but this was such a change compared to my usual fervor and devoted nature to helping kids.

I just wasn't me anymore. I struggled with thoughts that I never would have even imagined. My actions became so different. I wasn't the girl I knew before and I wasn't the woman that I knew God had promised I'd be. I was just "in the inbetween". Kind of fitting since that's my blog title.

At this point, I had had enough. I threw out my feelings of being stuck, of the feeling of going nowhere, and continued to press into God. I began a devotional of the Fruit of the Spirit. It's a Beth Moore Bible study, and I've always strayed away from cliches (and this one would be in that category for me) but this was something I had complete freedom to complete at my own pace. My mother also led the study in her church and has done many studies of hers before and the results have been beyond phenomenal. Why not give it a chance, right? You can't argue with the goodness and truth that has been a result. I was literally in my first week, just the foundation of the study, and I felt so incredibly different. The majority of my thoughts and feelings were the same and I still couldn't hear/feel the Lord, but I had peace. I was in comfort. This was the beginning of change.

I was able to get away, far away. I went to Honduras to visit my dad, stepmom, and two stepsisters for 5 days for one of my sisters' birthdays. Once I left Nashville, it was like I was able to breathe again. I felt relief. I felt clarity. And once I landed in Honduras, nothing existed outside of it. It was by far the most dangerous and most poor place I've ever been to (I've traveled to Mexico, Costa Rica, Guatemala, and Peru) but I had never felt more at home. I was completely comfortable being immersed in the family, community, culture, and language.

God opened His love for me in Honduras, and I allowed Him to love me. That was a major part, me allowing the Lord to love me. When I was writing in my journal, I began to write about how much I felt loved by the people there and how much I fell in love with them. The Lord immediately switched my thought and told me,

"No Maria, this is how much I love you. I'm showing you how much I love you by their love and by your love for them. I am showing you My love for you through your comfort here. I have given you this desire, the desire to travel, and I am cultivating it and I am growing that in you. I have not forgotten. There is a permanence for you here."

I couldn't believe what had happened! I was, and still am, so happy that He would be so generous with His love for me! I have never experienced the Lord and His love in such a genuine and deep way before. I can't help but smile so big and so bright from it!

God answered so many prayers during this trip to Honduras:

 I could hear His voice and feel His presence!

My relationship with my dad was reconciled!

He gave me passion again!

He promised me something new: a permanence in Honduras for a people and culture that I love!

He fulfilled my desire to travel!

He graciously allowed me to communicate in Spanish, in a way that went beyond my simple knowledge of the language.

A deeper connection with my two sisters, Paola and Abi, and my stepmom, Reina.

He showed me that I can love like a mother loves! (thanks to some incredibly special kids as well!)

And God is taking me back to Honduras for 2 weeks this month!!

I am just blown away by how God consistently LOVES me and PROVIDES for me! He cares so much about you, about me, about all of us that He will give us the time we need while continually bringing us closer to Him. I don't know how He does it, but I am so glad He never gives up. I'm so thankful for His love. I'm so thankful for Him. 

I cannot wait to see and experience the next adventure of my life with Him!

Mirrored Beauty

As I began my day the same way I normally do, I looked into the mirror and I liked my complexion. I liked the way I looked.  No make up, no hair do. I've struggled and not struggled with my appearance, and ironically, the older I got the more I became conscious of how I looked and how others perceived me. But today, I saw someone in the mirror that looked plain, simple, beautiful. It was if I was looking at this girl from another one's eyes.

I've never been the girly girl who liked playing dress up (unless there was some fun adventure that I could create using my imagination that involved getting dirty and playing in my woods and creek backyard). I was the tom boy who loved to play sports, playing with my little brother, and who always got along with the guys. I only wore make up once in high school, and that was for Junior Prom, and when I looked into the mirror after a family friend made me up with all the Mary Kay there was, I was shocked. The me in the mirror wasn't me. I remember thinking, "This is how others see me? Why do people need this much stuff on their faces to be pretty? I don't even look like me."

I couldn't grasp the concept. I eventually ended up liking the way I looked for Junior Prom because I had to. It would've been rude for me to not like what this wonderful lady did for me on her free time. And I was honestly grateful, but it still came down to the fact that this face wasn't the Maria that I always saw in the mirror. I looked great for my date (he was actually one of my friend's boyfriends that she let me borrow for the night) and I had an amazing time. But I'm convinced that I would've had just as an amazing time without being dolled up with makeup.

Even now, I don't understand the need for altering who I am to be seen as beautiful in the eyes of the people I meet. Even with clothes, I don't get it. I am who I am. God made me who I am and He loves all of me, with or without makeup and with or without trendy clothes that fit my figure.

This is my decision and my battle. You are different than me, and we will see things in creatively unique ways. Neither way is right or wrong. But what is important is that our worth does not come from the foundation, eyeliner, or mascara that we put on every morning. Even if we forget to put that on, or it doesn't turn out in our favor, you're still beautiful. You are still desired. You are still loved. What God says about you is true, not because He says it, but because you are. There is no separation of the beauty and intricacy of who you are.

This is one of my good days, and believe me, there are so many days when I plead with Father to let me see myself through His eyes. And He does! And it's far more than beauty that I see when He gives me a glimpse into how He views me. He allows me to see within me, the characteristics that make me beautiful, the way I am composed, and even what He is doing within me to soften and grow me into a more mature woman. I encourage you to do the same. Ask Father how He sees you. Allow Him to open your eyes to the woman that you already are. You are worth far more than the way you present yourself on the outside with makeup, clothes, and hairstyles. Believe what our Father is telling you about who you are, not who you think you are, but the woman of faith and beauty that you are right now.

"Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight."         I Peter 3:3-4

A Day in Advent

I  have never understood or even known what Advent was about. I always thought it was only a Catholic tradition, but this year, I really felt like I should take part in Advent. It felt right and I felt the Lord urging me to study and learn. In that urging, I found that it was just about seeking the Lord, and eagerly awaiting Jesus' return. Simple. I was assured that this was going to be a precursor to what was to come with my relationship with the Lord.

Here's one of the days in Advent that I studied and some personal thoughts and prayer as my response.

Matthew 1-- Thoughts on the chapter:
Joseph going against all customs, all cultural expectations, all social norms, and all moral norms to marry a woman. How did he obey the angel of the Lord so immediately? I have the tendency to wait so long...would I have done the same in a situation such as that? Even if I were Mary? He even had the utmost respect for her. He knew the weight of what was being done, he was given that full insight. That is beautiful and his obedience helped give us a Savior.

"Make a plan to do something ridiculous that you know God wants you to do."

God- what would you have me do? My first inclination is to abandon all else and just seek you in this time of Advent. To use the little free time I have to actually dedicate and submit to you. I lack discipline, I so extremely lack it. That is my weakness...Father I so desperately need you all sufficient grace to help me. Perfect my weakness, but keep me humble and seeking You always. You are the One I desire...You are the One I adore. I want to give You my time, my intention, and my love. I again Father God, ask for Your courage, to focus on You and what I need, not what I want in the moment. Be my sustenance. Sustain me Lord God. I need You so much. This life is not worth it without You in mine, without You taking up all that I am. Abba, continue to teach me in this Advent time, more of rediscovering why this Christmas season is all about, more of discovering who You are, and who I am. I love you dear.