IF MY MOM WAS STRICTER

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This year, I started making big decisions about how I want to show up for myself career-wise, the type of community I want to build on social media, and how God can use me. Regarding that last part, I realize now that it wouldn't have even been a thought had my mom been stricter or tried to play the role of a father as a single parent. What finally led me to seek God was my willingness to read. I read Genesis and thought about how wild the stories were, and then I'd relay them to my family. I continued reading while taking notes on God's role in every story. God's role in my own story was what I was missing all along: a father. After reading the Bible back-to-back, I kept returning to it. This time, my focus was on Jesus, and I started to perceive Him as a brother. In my mind, fathers are strict, but brothers can talk them down or help them see reason. It will all make sense when you read the Bible—I promise. My sweet mom, I now realize, is perfect just as God intended ...

Embracing Life's Journey


Embrace /verb/

To accept readily or eagerly.


Example: She embraced the journey willingly and with enthusiasm.


The pashmina I'm wearing in the picture belongs to my mother; I sold it to her when I was selling Avon. Today, I went straight to her closet to find something to cover up with, and this little act reminded me of a time I was younger and the consequences of picking through her closet uninvited had me face-to-leather with the belt lol. During those times, I wasn't anxious. A trouble maker yes—but never worried.


This past month and a half, I’ve been to and from my first-ever job. I’ve met some nice people, all older than me and experienced in both life and work. When I'm there, I clock in so focused on my job. There are times when I make mistakes with my orders and feel irritated at my co-workers due to miscommunication. I could go on forever about the working conditions, but I’ve learned to tell myself, You’re doing okay. Now I just go to work not because I want money, but because these people have grown on me, it's much better than being a couch potato.

Heck, I didn't think I'd last, I wanted to leave because—what is a job compared to my last relationship that lasted a week?


I’ve been trying to live my life according to a certain plan, forgetting that plans can change. And for every failed plan, I was ready for the anxiousness that came after.

When did we become so comfortable with anxiety?


I realize now that I do not want to be at the mercy of a person, money, or my desires—only at the mercy of God. Living by my understanding has led me nowhere so far, but I know my God won’t misguide me.

So I will be embracing life’s journey.




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