Give it all you got.

Ever wonder what you are holding back and why? I mean, saving your energy. Saving your time. Saving your good ideas. Holding off on what you might do today for another time. Why? Is it because the time isn't right? Are you afraid? Do you even know why? Could it simply be that you are used to the same old same old so you just go with that? The rut gets pretty comfy at times. But it's like that bird in a cage. It sings. It swings. It pecks at the seed. It drinks the water. Flutters from perch to perch. It exists. In a cage. Birds are supposed to fly.
So are you. YOU are supposed to rise up on wings like an eagle......not just fly but SOAR. High above the ground. Sure. Confident. Full of faith. Purposeful. Not fluttering. Clipped. Barely able to move.
You have a purpose. You were made for something. When you start second guessing and trying to please everyone in the world and try for a job and not a life........well, somewhere you lose out on who you were created to be. What I am learning is that we are given gifts, dreams, talents, desires, experiences, relationships, time, and breath itself............and the choice of how to live.
It's easy to worry. It's hard for me to just put the first coat of paint on a wall when it's a big change. But, if it's the wrong color, I can repaint it. And painting is something I like to do. Yes, I am weird. I find it relaxing. Painting furniture too. Love it. Can picture it. But at home, I agonize. And somehow in that agony, my whole self freezes. Who I am. I had that outlet at Rose Buds. I could make decisions and do things and felt free to make a mistake on the color of a dresser or a desk. That would explain the lime green desk in my family room. But the thing is that perhaps failing is better than being stagnant. Perhaps embracing life every day is more important than what is accomplished that gains us kudos or dollars.
I have found it difficult to do this lately. I don't really know why. Maybe you are there too. Kind of frozen. Wondering. Waiting. Trying to find balance again. Or grieving. Or trying to please others. Or needing affirmation or money or something so badly that you have quit seeing who you were made to be in the trying to get what is consuming.
I encourage you, and myself as well, get up each day and see who you are supposed to be and what you are supposed to do that day. One day is enough. It has been said "each day has enough trouble of it's own." It also has enough courage. Enough love. Enough provision. You don't walk alone. You are loved.
Be still. Think. Pray. Breathe. Do that which you were created to do. And see how it is at the end of the day. Maybe it will lead to an even better tomorrow. Days are kinda like that: building blocks.
blessings,
rhonda