It is so good to be back here with you! Our time together in this community sharing the hope found in Jesus has really become my favorite day of the week! Thank you so much for coming alongside me!
As you know, I was at the Declare Conference last week where there was just so much good! So much left swirling in this head of mine. The direct inspiration, as well as the indirect.
The words shared by speakers and attendees and the words God delivered to me specifically through my encounters with people, worship, and prayer.
As I headed to the conference, as much as I’d like to say I was burden free, I was not. There were insecurities tugging at my heart. Recent comments made by people near to me that threatened to derail my focus. Struggles that weighed heavy.
I was nervous about walking into a room of women who possibly already knew each other well. I wondered if the gals I’d casually met through the blogging world would be kind or if they would be too busy with their close friends to have conversation with me.
The enemy was loving those moments as I let every doubt and insecurity race through my mind. All pointing to nothing but bleak conclusions.
As I nervously pulled into the parking lot searching for an empty space, who did He have arriving next to me? None other than Kim Stewart, a sweet sister I had the opportunity to talk with and get to know at a retreat a few months ago. Nerves washed away immediately as her smile greeted me.
Then as I walked through the doors, the welcome was big and filled with love. It was genuine. The environment breathed of an excitement and passion while being cloaked in a blanket of kindness and compassion.
Over the next two days I was
Blessed by writing tips, social media strategy, and technology advice.
Encouraged to believe in my dream and fight for it, but not be overrun by it.
Stirred by the testimony of allowing God to fill our gaps when we take care of our primary ministry. Our family.
And I was inspired to fight the enemy when he wants to convince me to give up.
But what grabbed hold of my heart most was this:
My burdens, insecurities, and struggles were in essence no different than the other 200 women attending the conference.
I was not alone.
And there is something so powerful in knowing that we are not alone.
That is hope. My #MomentsofHope!
Something tells me that it isn’t only that room of 200 women that struggle with these same issues. When it comes to pursuing your passion, do you have burdens, insecurities, and struggles that mercilessly tag along?
I’d love if you would share your thoughts and experiences buy nolvadex liquid with me. I’m working on a future post that will take the common lies we believe when we pursue our passion and debunk them one by one. I want to give voice to our burdens, insecurities, and struggles so that we can all know that we are not alone.
Friends, your dreams matter. Your passions matter. Your calling matters.
And most importantly you matter.