While I am absorbing the podcast, I got a message from a dear friend with a song attached, and I became distracted (and riveted). The song is Breaking Your Own Heart by Kelly Clarkson and it is amazing. Poignant and amazing.
Between listening to a great discussion on the personality of Jesus (Beautiful Outlaw) and this song, and a great sidebar discussion with someone I love about the state of women/media/etc. My head and heart are spinning violently this morning (and I am loving every second of it). I was told this morning that I have a God given gift to piss people off (only in the best of ways supposedly), and my response...whatever it takes to get them out of their comfort zones.
Have I just found my personal mission....the point of this blog...thanks Jeff Goin. :)...?
I don't know.
What I do know is that we are our own worst enemies, and this is true in love, in church, at work, in politics, in relationships, in family, with friends, and on and on....WE...ME.
I have zero interest in breaking my own heart. I know that I am an idiot sometimes about a variety of things, but one thing I know for sure is that my passion...for all things...it seems, is what makes me who I am. I get hurt nearly every day. I get hurt because I feel. Let that sink in a bit. I FEEL. For a lot of years...I didn't feel a dang thing. My walls were so thick, so tall...nobody and nothing could get through. What I learned through a lot of prayer, Bible studies, friends, pastors, mentors, heart-to-hearts with God...was that I could live my life in a walled up box and no one would ever hurt me, or I could break out and LIVE. The risk....pain...more pain, but also...wait for it...great LOVE.
I chose LOVE.
...and that is the point, for me. Whether you speak to me about religion, relationships, work, the horrific state of respect (or lack thereof) for women in the world today, or anything in between...I am going to bring it back to love. Because that...whoever might be reading this crazy blog...is the point for me. That is my purpose....that is my passion.
Satan had a grip on my heart. He got there through no fault of my own (we all get placed in circumstances not of our own making...my childhood was mine), but once I recognized he was there (as an adult), it was my responsibility...MINE...to rid him from my heart.
This isn't about religion. This is about a relationship. A relationship with myself, with Christ, with love. I choose love. Period.
What is your point?
"Yes, I sometimes fail, but at least I'm willing to experiment." ~ Bono
Sunshine Dreams to You ~ Today and Every Day! :)