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Enough – Five Minute Friday

It’s another #FiveMinuteFriday! Yay! This is the best time of the week for me. Great words and great community!
The word-prompt today is *enough*.
If you’d like to know more about #FiveMinuteFriday be sure to go HERE for more info! My five minutes of free writing starts… now.

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“Enough is as good as a feast.”

I hear a classic childhood character sternly say this in my head every time I hear the word enough.

And for the most part, Mary Poppins is right. Excess can be harmful at times. Stop the overwhelming need to consume and consume and consume. Be content with enough.

We live in a world that loves to consume.

Loves to cave to the crave. More and more.

Fill the void. Fill the pain. Fill the hunger.

And it’s funny, that the word-prompt today is this word.

Because the Father has been taking me back to school on making Him my Enough.

He keeps meeting me at my very own well. The well where I can often fall into the trap of digging down for temporary satisfactions, and the next thing that masks the real needs of my heart, the real thirsts and hungers.

He’s no stranger to wells that need filled to overflowing with the waters of true Enough.

He's no stranger to wells that need filled to overflowing with the waters of true Enough. Click To Tweet

Nor is He a stranger to the hearts that keep returning to them.

And like a woman whose thirst He cures two thousand years before, He is gentle and generous and eager, showing me where He can fill me up, where He can replace the temporary, where He becomes the answer to the needs that tempt you to find what you crave in their shallow satisfaction.

Do I want my need filled only in the immediate? Or do I want my need completely satisfied by a bottomless grace, peace, wonder, and love?

So that craving becomes true appetite.

So that He becomes the only thing that will ever be enough.

He leans across the site of my well, my heart, and says, promises, declares, “I Am Enough always. I am He, beloved. Anyone who drinks the water I give will never thirst—not ever. The water I give will be a spring within, gushing fountains of endless life.” John 4 Msg

Beloved, I have come to fill the void. Fill the pain. Fill the hunger. Forever.

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Five Minute Friday Post - EnoughCome and join us over at today’s prompt and linkup with #FiveMinuteFriday and Kate Motaung!

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The Right People For the Right Time

That time God put the right person in my life at just the right time... are you supposed to be used today in His timing?

I couldn’t say that particular morning, that my day was going to be a good one. But sometimes the right people step into your day for the right reason for the right time.

I remember it so clearly.

I was behind on everything. I was feeling disjointed and agitated for no reason, a familiar symptom of my chronic D.

I hadn’t slept, I felt depleted of all focus, I didn’t even know how to say what was wrong.

I was feeling like hightailing it back to the covers on my bed that didn’t judge me, need anything from me, or require clear thought.

I was only up for an hour before I felt like I had been battling for 24 of them already.

“Lord, you’re going to have to give me a way through.” I had been praying it non-stop.

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Define – Five Minute Friday

Five Minute Friday Prompt... Define!

Well, I finally got a chance to participate in this week’s Five Minute Friday prompt! Yay! The prompt today is *define*.
If you’d like to know more about #FiveMinuteFriday be sure to go HERE for more info! My five minutes of free writing starts… now.

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A lot of people when they hear my testimony, ask me if getting my diagnosis of chronic depression has ever made it hard to define myself as anything else but depressed.

I always tell them it was the exact opposite.

I had lived with Dysthymic Disorder since the age of eleven but never knew it was a real thing,  and so all that time I had simply defined myself as a broken person.

I defined myself this way for almost 28 years.

“There must just be something wrong with me. I’m just one of those people with zero focus. Zero energy at the worst times. Can’t deal with life. No matter what I do, I always just feel wrong. The worst mother and wife. What’s wrong with me? Look at everybody LIVING while I fail…”

And to be honest, this mood disorder tried to define my whole family. “I must be the worst husband, she’s never happy.” “No matter what I do, my Mom doesn’t seem okay.”

It’s hard to diagnose something that looks like so many other things.

But when I finally got my diagnosis three years ago, the label of worst-person-ever dropped away, and freedom stepped in.

I wasn’t the worst and most broken person on the planet anymore.

I was a Daughter of the King who also happened to have chronic depression.

I was a wife who happened to have a low-grade mood disorder. A mom who simply needed some health care. A friend who needed to alter the daily in order to survive.

I was freed from what had tried to define me for years.

Not to mention my whole family. What they thought defined us as a whole finally had a name.

Now we could have a different kind of definition. A healthy one.

Now we could have a different kind of definition. Click To Tweet

What was underneath it all was properly defined, so we knew what it was we had to work around. And to not let it be what we were anymore.

And all our negative labels fell away, His gift to us through a doctor’s visit.

To this day I tell people, I know some hard things are yours to carry, but they don’t have to define you. It’s not the whole story. It’s not the whole picture.

He defines you by so much more.

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Five Minute Friday Post - DefineCome and join us over at today’s prompt and linkup with #FiveMinuteFriday and Kate Motaung!

And I’m also sharing over at Crystal Twaddell’s #FreshMarketFriday linkup!


Brave Enough To Be Humble

Christy Pearce- God In The New Journey Series

Brave Enough To Be Humble on the Journey: Guest Post

Friends, we come to the end of our fantastic blog series God In The New Journey: Being Brave Enough to Step Out and I don’t know about all of you but I’ve been blessed beyond words by each sister-writer and their insights and revelations. Today, I’m so pumped to get to turn the blog over to our next guest, Christy Pearce, from the blog Faith Like Dirty Diapers. You have to know, this woman is constantly cracking me up, but is as insightful as she is funny. So when she had a true story ready to share about staying humble in your day to day journey, I couldn’t wait to share her words with you.
I have to say a huge thanks to one and all for this series and if you’d like to catch up with the whole series easily, be sure to subscribe to the blog at the end of this post and we’ll make sure you get the whole series in one  delivery to your inbox this weekend! But for now, let’s turn the blog over to Christy!

Yesterday didn’t start out as a humble day, or even a brave day. My brave enough to be humble opportunity kicked off when a complete stranger yelled at me.

That’s right, those letters didn’t stutter—he “yelled.”

This man, (my diagonally-across-the-back-yard-neighbor) whom I’d never seen before in my life, angrily marched across his yard into mine with a piece of his mind cocked and loaded. He didn’t introduce himself upon his arrival; he just pulled the trigger and unloaded his AK47 of grievances on me while my kids watched.

And it must be my month for yelling strangers; because this is the second time over the past two weeks I’ve had the pleasure to meet a new human in this way. The first time was a woman except she was completely in the wrong.  That’s a story for another time, and for now let’s just say that experience was definitely chalked under the “suffering” category.

But my exchange yesterday was different. Because if we’re being completely honest here, I was in the wrong before he came over with his wrong reaction in tow.

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