21 Days of Never-the-Same – Day 9


danceintherain

I learned through the years that life isn’t always easy. But if you’re always looking at the bad, you will miss the good.

I have come to realize though, that just like when finding the silver lining, there is a beauty in the storms.  You have to embrace them. They are a blessing in disguise.

How would you know the morning if you didn’t know the midnight?

 

Earlier this summer I came home one day and it was pouring down rain…and I mean POURING. Somehow, rain is the last thing you want when you’re focused on you, and how you look, and what other people might think of you, and how inconvenient being wet can be…once again, this is when you are focused on you. I put aside those thoughts and went out and danced in the downpour. I am not sure how long I was out there, but it was long enough to be drenched when I was done, and long enough to lose myself in the freedom of being released to the storm.

I think God allows the storms in our lives to get our eyes off of ourselves. It is in desperation that we realize how much we need Him. When we keep Him as our focus, even when storms come, and we learn to dance no matter what is surrounding us and no matter what our circumstances might be we grow. And when the storm passes, somehow the dripping-wet clothes we’re wearing don’t matter anymore. Somehow, the hair being drenched and make-up running don’t matter anymore. Somehow you lose yourself when you embrace what comes at you, and it makes you who you’re becoming to be.

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Waiting Past Midnight


Growing up, when it came to thinking about when my Mr. Knightly would come, I never thought it would be a fairy tale. Although I did not expect Cinderella, I seem to have subconsciously given myself a deadline in which He should be here by. Now, at 20 years old I find myself to be waiting past midnight.

I am nowhere near where I dreamed I would be at this age. Growing up, had you asked me, I would have said I’d be married at 18 and I expected by age 20 to have started a family. But here I am still waiting and dreaming and longing – although I rarely have time for that. For the longest time I believed that life really began at “I do”.

I was wrong.

I came across this quote by Elisabeth Elliot one day that really turned my way of thinking:

“Single life may be only a stage of a life’s journey, but even a stage is a gift. God may replace it with another gift, but the receiver accepts His gifts with thanksgiving.”

My singleness is a gift.

Yes, you read that right. My singleness is a gift. As much as a may dream about married life or where I thought I would be now, I am confident that I am right where God wants me. I am enjoying this single season in my life. It is a gift in such a way that I am free to do, be and act accordingly to that which I feel God calling me to.

In this stage, I am called to walk with God and let Him be all He is to me so that I can be all He called me to be. In this stage of life’s journey, being single allows me to serve and go places that I may not be able to as the same capacity when I am in another stage of life and my responsibility is my husband and family.

So while I sometimes feel like I am waiting past midnight, I recognize the gift that I have in this season and the beauty and blessings that are part of walking in it. I’m no Cinderella, and my life is not a fairy tale, but in this chapter of my life can say a lot about how my story goes.

Next chapter!

Are you waiting past midnight? How is your singleness a gift?

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