I want to tell you an unfinished story because I believe in the power of the stories still in development. I don't think a story must be finished for it to mean something. So this is a part of me that is still walking around this earth waiting on an ending.
Last year, around September, I woke up to realizing something was off in my spirit. I didn't have words for it. I couldn't really name it. It was just this realization that something was off and, in ways, I'd been sleeping. I'd been showing up to all of life's duties but I wasn't living. I was parched for joy. Something was holding me back from being expectant or wonder-filled when it came to God. I was existing, going through the routines of life, and doing okay. Just okay.
I guess I didn't know then that you can sleep through your life. You can coast along and some people do that for a very long time.
But back to September. I was at a conference and one of the speakers talked about how we can ask God what is holding us back. We can flat out ask him and there's a pretty good chance he will answer. I say "pretty good chance" because I believe God always answers but not in our time-lines. Sometimes we wait years for answers. Sometimes we don't see the answers on this side of heaven. But as I sat there, listening to the speaker being so frank with me, I asked God what it was. Why was I sleeping?
What was weighing me down? What was this thing I didn't know how to touch or define?
And the response was instant. It's rarely instant but on this particular day, I heard something in my spirit snap back and say...
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