No matter how nice our clothes are, how on point our instagram feed is, whether or not we have the most recent iPhone (which are all things we seem to use to assess who a person is these days), we are all imperfect. We are broken, we are struggling with things whether they be big or small, we are longing for someone to understand. I will be the first to say that I am so ridiculously high maintenance and I have no idea how I have people in my life that actually want to stay there. I am imperfect.
Tonight, a conversation was had about fears. Again, I will be the first to say I am fearful of almost everything. Anxiety takes over 93% of my life.
But more importantly, we talked about how to bring our fears to God. We prayed. We opened up (only by choice, of course). And I was able to really sit in who God is.
God meets me where I am and is so so patient with me.
For those of you who aren't sure what you believe in or what you think of God (if you believe there is one), it probably sounds ridiculous. If you would've said that to my face a year ago, I probably would've done that laugh where you're laughing because the person you're talking to sounds crazy and you just don't really know how else to react.
For me, I learn more about who God is through friends and family. So the fact that I'm surrounded by people who love me and accept me and want to hear what I have to say and want to sit with me through all the muck in life, that's how I know who God is. I know He doesn't think I'm crazy for what I'm fearful of. He doesn't abandon me when times get rough. He cries when I cry and laughs when I laugh, because that's what my friends do. And my friends are God's vessels that show me how important I am and for that I will forever be grateful.
Thank You, God, for this beautiful life.
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