Truth Be Told

So it's abundantly clear that I have "Something Shiny Syndrome" myself as you may have guessed by my lack of posts. However I've realized I have a much more serious Syndrome. I'm not sure what to call it yet, but I am sure I'll change my mind about the name anyway so it doesn't really matter. What matters is how many posts I have actually written and kept as drafts. Why? Truth Be Told, I think it comes down to a fear of judgement from other people. In general not something I thought I really struggled with but in everyday life choices something I obviously do. Truth Be Told, I take pictures at a very specific angle to not show how messy my house is behind my adorably cute daughter. I keep most of my "worries" and "problems" to myself. I don't hang out with certain people because they seem to have it too "all together" to be able to relate to me. Very few pictures I post ever have me in them. I type out status updates and don't post them. The list goes on. Truth Be Told my Pinterest and Instagram life are comically different than my real life. So I'm considering bravely coming forward with my Real life, but probably not today. I'll probably need therapy first and Truth Be Told, I can't afford it. For now just know there's someone in the world who keeps their imperfect truthful life un-Told.

Powerful Beyond Measure

"It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'who am I to be so brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?' Actually, who are we not to be? You are a child of God: Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us. It is not just in some of us, it is in everyone and as we let our own light shine we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." ~Marianne Williamson

Closer to Home by Kimberly Lefebvre

Would I have known this gladness
  without the mourning in my heart
    that made room for You?
Look what You've created from the ashes -
  beauty like a crown
    that came from finding You.

  Is my boast made of what I scorned -
    a weakness that made room for Your power?
  Is my boast made of what I've learned -
    to lean on You in my darkest hour?

Would I have reached to touch Your garment
  if healing was not needed
    for my brokenness?
And would You be singing Your love song
  through this vessel
    had she not known such weakness?

  Your inheritance is in us -
    our tears will be turned to songs of joy.
  And tests that buffet and assail us
    are only tools that lead us closer to our home.

Would I tell others of Your comfort
  if not having it myself
    to see me through?
I will exalt in Your glory,
  for the things that show my weakness
    are my boast in You.

For Your heart, oh God,
  is searching for a resting place -
    making room in our own through our pain;
And the sufferings we know at present
  are not worth to be compared
    with the glory that will remain!

For Your story, oh God,
  is written in the least of us -
    rejected by the world to be Your own;
So I will bow low and kiss redemption
  for the things that I despised
    have led me home.

Put a bird on it!

Did you notice I put a bird on my blog… just sayin’