This is what March taught me:
In order to move forward, I have to admit that the woman I am now doesn’t actually want the things she used to.
I’m addicted to productivity and I have no idea what rest looks like. Stopping when things aren’t finished gives me stress. And the truth is, in this life, nothing will ever be finished. There will always be a new-old thing.
You can do the bare minimum. You can give yourself a break, and the world will still spin.
When I am in control, nitpicking every detail of my life, I’m afraid and anxious.
I need to trust that my thoughts and ideas are valid and good.
When choosing between monetary comfort and relationship, I’m learning to pick relationship. My Father promises to provide all that I need.
“And I will be her wall of fire, declares the Lord, and I will be the glory in her midst.” |zechariah 2:5|
I was reminded that God presents himself in the most unexpected ways. Sometimes it’s in the still, small, voice; sometimes, it’s in the earthquake.
If you’ve never done a blind contour before, you ought to try it.
“The best way to enjoy your favorite things everyday is to only own your favorite things.”
Love. Yourself. Fiercely.
This is what March taught me.