Broken. Rejected. Bruised. Anxious. Frustrated. Sad. Misunderstood. Tired. These words and more describe how I have felt lately. I am not writing this to get attention, sympathy, or even compassion. This post is because one of the challenges God has continually given me in the last 6+ months is to live authentically. To be transparent. Why? Because someone, somewhere, can relate to part of my story. See, I like my pride. I like how the makeup hides my dark circles and the night hides my tears. I am comfortable with how bitterness covers shame and sadness. I am secure behind my walls that block out what I really think and feel in the name of not being hurt. Again. I love looking like I have it all together. I am uncomfortable with the truth. Because the truth is messy and hard. It brings tears and reveals cracks in my carefully sculpted mask of "all togetherness." See, we all go through things that push us beyond what we ever thought we could endure. And it ...
Hills and Valleys in a blog about life and based around the idea that the God of the hills of life is the same God of the valleys of life.