thrifted by god

Probably 75% of my wardrobe is thrifted (20% was purchased by my mom or some other kind soul; and the last 5% was bought by me from a retail store haha). I love a good hunt through thrift store racks to find great deals. Last night as I was falling asleep, the idea of being thrifted by God popped into my head. I literally got up and made a note on my phone so I wouldn’t forget overnight. It’s a little weird but stay with me:

We’re born and we’re all fresh and clean...
and about 8 pounds. But then life comes at us fast. And we find ourselves tattered. torn. stained. missing buttons. out-of-season. discarded. (AND weighing waaaaay more than 8 pounds.. what the heck?!) After hanging in the back of a closet for a while or in the bottom of a cardboard box, we end up among the racks of a musty secondhand shop.. or in a landfill (but that doesn’t quite fit this narrative, soooooo).

And then one *lucky* day.. maybe after being there for only a day or maybe after being there for months or years, you find yourself in God’s shopping cart. And God buys you even with all of your imperfections and flaws because he sees value in you. The best part is once you are his, he works his tailoring magic and gets you cleaned. altered. patched up. restored. new. After God’s done with you, no one would ever look at you and believe that you’d once been secondhand threads.

Aaaaaaand that’s how my brain works at bedtime, folks! I was getting major brave little toaster vibes while writing this. But seriously.. Believe the hype: your life (read: mistakes, sins, faults) doesn’t have to define you. God is able to take all of that junk and make you NEW. He sees value in you even if people have thrown you aside.


words to live by in 2018

Beyond running a marathon (before my 30th.. which is quickly approaching), I don’t really have any resolutions for this year. But I have been working on some words I want to live by in 2018 and thought I’d share them.

The first word is trust: I say I trust God with my mouth (because that’s easy) but I want 2018 to be the year where my actions completely back my words up (a little bit harder). I want to take bold risks this year because I know that God won’t ever let me down or ever lead me somewhere with the intention of hurting me. I don’t want to be distracted by anything this year or overcome with fear or doubt or comparison. I just want to fully trust in the plans and callings that he has for ME this year. I want to trust that what’s mine is mine and it will come when God intends. I don’t want to rush or force things to happen as I think they should, but simply trust that God’s got me.. cuz he does.

The second word for 2018 is: steadfast. One of the things I love most about God is that he is steadfast. He’s always the same.. like always. He doesn’t have good days and bad days. He doesn’t act differently around different people. He doesn’t get discouraged. He doesn’t waver in his purpose. He’s dependable. He is who he is. This year, I want to be steady and unwavering in every area of my life. I want to be consistent in my walk with God, in my work ethic, in my relationships, in my finances, in my callings, in my dreams. I want God to consider me steadfast and unwavering. I want my word to mean something because God (and all y’all) KNOW that I’ll do what I say.

My last word for 2018 is present. Life’s too short to let it pass aimlessly, you know?! To wake up one day and not recognize yourself or your life or your loved ones because you coasted through it. I want to show up and be present for my life. I don’t want to be so tired or annoyed or sad or whatever that I miss all the wonderful things that are happening in my life and in other people’s lives. I want to experience life fully and feel fully and love fully and just be fully in all of 2018. The good.. the bad.. the ugly. Maybe the third word should have been fully.. haha.

So here's to steady and present year full of trust.


you've changed

people love to say you've changed like it's an insult.

thank you, susan. please tell me again how you expected me to be the same person i was a year ago or ten years ago.

if a baby never grew bigger than its birth weight or a seed never became a plant.. we'd wonder what went wrong.

we are the same way.

i don't know where it came from, but this idea that who we are is who we will always be is problematic. we are constantly changing. or we should be, at least.

if we can't change. if we can't improve. if we can't better ourselves then what's the point of learning.. of trying.. of anything?

doesn't the Bible teach that God makes us into new creations. that we should be renewing our minds. that he'll give us a heart of flesh for these hearts of stone. that old things have passed away and he is doing new things in their place?

i wonder if maybe when they say you've changed.. it's after they've noticed how similar they are to the them they used to be. that if they couldn't change or let it go or move beyond it than neither should you.

don't let them limit you because of what they couldn't accomplish. it's a trap. remember: "they want to see you do good, but never better than them."

do better anyway.

a word of advice to the susans:

allow people room to grow. just like you long for people to allow you the same space. we expect unattainable perfection and then have the audacity to be upset when someone (read: everyone) doesn't reach it.

but life is messy. we don't always get it right. and that's okay.. we are human and Rome wasn't built in a day.

give others room to realize their mistakes and room to correct those mistakes.

psychology teaches that we judge others by their actions, but ourselves by our motives. so i'd judge you harshly for stealing, lying, murdering without knowing the full story.. but when talking about myself, i'd justify it.. well, i stole to feed my family.. i lied to keep from hurting someone's feelings.. i murdered someone to protect myself.

so give people the benefit of the doubt.. even if you think they don't deserve it.

and when they tell you that you've changed.. say thank you for noticing.


dear girl with anxiety (letters to myself)

you spent the last 30 minutes curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor. that's my go-to place when anxiety comes to visit too. i wish i had pixie dust or a magic phrase to give you that would ease your mind, but i haven't found any just yet. i'll let you know if i do.

i know you do a good job projecting a real put-together image to the outside world.. and sure, most of the time that image is truer than not.. at least you think so.. maybe.. sometimes.. but the other times? the other times, the darkness comes in waves. and i don't mean waves from a kiddie pool that lap at your ankles. i mean waves as high as mountains, coming and coming and coming and coming.. leaving you unable to catch your breath in between.

the waves are suffocating. but you keep them below the surface because you think that's what you should do, because that's what people do.. right? they sweep hard and heavy things under the rug, pretend everything is peachy, tell everyone it's fine. i'm fine. we're fine.

but you're not fine, not really. i've seen the panic attacks and how tightly your arms wrap around you like they're trying to keep you from physically falling apart. i've heard the voices inside your head yelling things you can't drown out. like how you're a loser. a failure. a burden. unwanted. unworthy. ugly. annoying. broken. i've seen you sit and suffer in silence because you're afraid reaching out will leave you even worse off. and because you've convinced yourself that no one would pick up if you called.

i don't even know the point of this letter, because i don't know how to make you better, dear girl. but i guess, for what it's worth, i see you. i see you and i love you.

but more than just me, god sees you. god loves you. god knows you better than you know yourself and he does not call you any of the things that you or others call yourself.

he doesn't see those things when he looks at you. instead of your sins, flaws, and weaknesses.. he sees his blood, his grace, and his strength. i think he picked you because he knew how awesome his perfection would look against your humanity.

dear girl, i wish you could see yourself through his eyes. i know he made you for incredible things and i know you can't always see them right now.. but i know you know what he's told you.

don't lose sight of what he promised you. what god has ordained for you is for you and it will come when he says. it's no coincidence that the moment you stopped running and said yes to god's calling and purpose for your life, your anxiety seemingly started taking steroids.

don't let your mind and the devil intimidate you into settling for mediocre when god has proclaimed excellence over your life time and time again.

god is bigger than your mind.
god is bigger than the devil.
god is bigger than your anxiety.

cling to him as the waves start to roll and trust him to calm the storm.
trust that he will complete the work he has started in you.


to know and be known by him

I hope my life speaks to my love of Christ.
I hope goodness and mercy follow after me and flow from me.
I hope the signs mentioned in Mark 16 are present in my life: speaking with new tongues, laying hands on the sick and seeing them be healed, etc.
But more important than all of that, I hope I know God and I hope He knows me.
We can be so close to the church and even identify as a Christian but be far from Him.. So focused on doing work for God that we forget to know God.
Lots of people were near Jesus in the crowd, but the woman with the issue of blood was the only one that touched Him.
If I busy myself with the work of God, but neglect my relationship with him.. I've missed the point. If my biggest concern is making myself known, I've missed the point.
In a world full of people seeking to know and be known by others, may we seek to know and be known by Jesus.


i don't know what's coming, but i know it's gonna be good

When I was a kid, I planned out my entire life with the help of a MASH game or two or 10 until I got one with the most favorable answers. I was SURE it would happen exactly like I dreamed, because that's how life happens in the movies.. And well, because that's sometimes how life happens in real life. Although I would quickly learn that sometimes that's how life happens in real life.. just for other people.

You see, twenty-five was THE golden age. I'm not sure what it was about twenty-five exactly that made my kid self geek out. But she sure thought it would bring fulfillment, even completion. When I looked into my crystal ball to the twenty-five year old me, I was married... duh. To a handsome and funny and kind man. He and I had a love story that made Cinderella and the others jealous. We lived in a big house, or sometimes a shack, because odds are you weren't getting everything you wanted in MASH. I was definitely a mom to 2, maybe 3 beautiful, smart, funny kids who all started speaking in full sentences at 13 months, never talked back, and always ate their vegetables and always cleaned up after themselves. Remember, this is kid me (and maybe adult me) wishing these silly, impractical things. Oh, to be a kid again.

But God definitely has a sense of humor because I told him my plans and he said, "Bet." Word to the wise: Never bet opposite God... House always wins in this casino. And so, as if I made all my childhood wishes on Opposite Day, (almost all of) my twenties came and went without a drop of romance. The golden age flew by and I was neither married nor a mother and my relationships certainly weren't making anyone jealous. I spent a lot of those years in prayer asking God, "Why?" and "Why not?"

I didn't usually hear back from him, but that probably had less to do with him and more to do with me. I have a case of what my mom likes to call Selective Listening. She says I get it from my dad. I wanted God to say that he had forgotten about me, that it had slipped his mind to send a family my way.. but that he was sorry and would fix it right away. But God wasn't saying that, because he's no one's genie. And so, I wasn't listening.

I closed my ears and entertained myself with my own cruel and misguided thoughts: I thought because my life wasn't progressing at the rate of those around me, it wasn't progressing correctly. I thought because no suitors were calling, something had to be inherently wrong with me. I thought because my finger lacked a ring, my life lacked meaning. I thought because churches favor married people, my ministry was on pause until the day I died or the day I said I do, whichever one came first. I thought because no one was calling me Mom, I wasn't responsible for birthing new life. I thought because God wasn't answering me, he either didn't care or couldn't do anything about it.

Life quickly became dreary and burdensome. Again nothing like I imagined when I was a child. The perfectionist in me couldn't come to terms with this off-track life I thought I was living, so along came my dear friends, anxiety and depression, and their cousins, guilt and failure. It took a while for me to part the clouds and start listening for the answers to the questions I'd been asking for years, instead of just pretending that something was wrong on God's end.

Nope. Something was definitely wrong with me and the unrealistic expectations that society and I had placed on myself. I was struggling through life and losing every battle because I was wearing armor that wasn't designed for me. I was counting myself out because other people seemed to be already at the finish line, when in reality, we were playing different games. I didn't understand that God intended me to run the race he had set before me, and Sally to run the race he set before her, and Jimmy to run the race he set before him. And while our paths might intersect at different points in life, our races were our own.

Crazy how it happens.. the more I began to listen for his voice, the more I began to hear him speak into my life. Over time, he began to teach me some lessons about himself, about myself, and about staying in my own lane. I'm going to elaborate on two really important lessons he taught me during this time that have helped me for the better:

The first being, God is as unchanging as life is changing.. His goodness, his faithfulness, his grace, his love, his being never change, diminish, or falter. Therefore, God is always worthy. On good days and on bad days and on those grey in-between days. Whether we're married, single, divorced, or widowed. Whether we're parents, not parents, can't be parents, don't want to be parents. Whether we've outlived our parents or even our children. God is still worthy. When we understand and when we don't. When we are sick and when we are healthy; when we have money and when we don't. God is still worthy. In seasons of blessing and in seasons of famine. In times of growth and in times of pruning. In a perfectly planned out life or in a flying by the seat of His pants life. God is still worthy and he will be forevermore.

The second was definitely the hardest of the two: Nothing in this life is about me. Sure, sometimes I like to pretend that the Sun (and the Son, if I'm being honest) revolve around me and are here only to bring me joy.. But that couldn't be further from the truth. Truth is I am here to bring God joy. I am here to praise him according to his greatness, not according to his ability to follow my plans (but trust me, he has the ability to follow our plans, he just doesn't need or want to follow our crap human plans. So I guess, if I were praising him according to his *ability* to follow my plan, I'd still have to praise him).

Yet somehow, I convinced myself that my life existed so I could be the happiest or the prettiest or the smartest (which will only lead to disappointment because there will always be someone happier, prettier, and smarter than me). At its core, my life is to point people to Christ. Plain and simple. Every blessing, every trial, every sin, every betrayal, every valley, every mountain has been crafted so that I react and live in such a way to bring glory to God. If this life brings me nothing but earthly pain and I use it to draw people to Christ, I will be able to look back and see only beauty. If this life falls short of every earthly success but meets God's expectations, I will not feel any loss. This life is about him, not me.

So with these lessons learned, I started praying those "Why?" and "Why not?" prayers a little less and started thanking God a little more for the path He's chosen just for me. I stopped complaining and started asking him for help to run my race with endurance even when I can't see around the next bend or over the next hill, which is often. You see, God isn't confined to our limits of time and space and knowledge.. My odds are astronomically higher if I allow him to call the shots, because remember: House always wins in this casino.

My favorite song right now is Adelina by Johnnyswim. When they sing this song live, Abner and Amanda start ad-libbing and sing, "I don't know what's coming, but I know it's gonna be good." over and over. I seriously get chills. If I had to pick a life motto, something I want to be known as saying often, it's this:

I don't know what's coming, but I know it's gonna be good. I have no idea what God has planned over the next couple months or the next fifty years. I don't know if kid me will ever get her "happily ever after" ending. But I do know God loves me and has good things in store for me. Whether it's a life filled with pain or joy or sorrow or laughter or heartbreak or love or loss, I know it will be good because God makes all things good in time. And even if he chooses not to in my life, God is still good. And that's enough for me. 


World Suicide Prevention Day 2015 + Don’t promise me the world, just promise me tomorrow.

Around the world, there is one suicide every 40 seconds
Think about that. EVERY FORTY SECONDS.

Today is World Suicide Prevention Day. And today, over 2000 people will choose to take their own lives. There will be people that you will see and talk to today that feel they are at the end of their rope with no other way to end the pain they are feeling. They have a bought into a lie that their tomorrows will always be like their today. Please find a way to get involved today. Help someone. Talk to a stranger. Smile. Call a hotline (1-800-273-8255). Talk to a friend, a counselor. Get helpTake 5 minutes to learn the signs of suicide. Do something.


Today is full of real-life aches and pains, deadlines and demands, busy and stressful moments, but tomorrow holds so much hope in its arrival.

Hope that the sun will come out.. tomorrow.
Hope that healing and rest is coming.
Hope that tomorrow will be different.. that tomorrow, the sun can shine a little brighter and the darkness can feel a little less overwhelming.

I don't know if tomorrow will bring any of that.. but I'm crazy enough to believe it just the same.. And I promise that I’ll still be here to find out..

Will you do the same? Promise that you’ll look past today and see hope?
Don’t promise me the world, just promise me tomorrow.
Promise me that you won’t quit today, because there is still something for you here.


One of my favorite non-profits, To Write Love on Her Arms, is challenging people to share why you'll still see them tomorrow. Here are a few of my reasons:

You’ll see me tomorrow, because I have a long list of to-dos that are still unchecked.
You’ll see me tomorrow, because there’s ice cream in my freezer that I can’t eat until October.
You’ll see me tomorrow, because there are 4 continents, dozens of countries, and a couple oceans that I haven’t put my feet on or in yet.
You’ll see me tomorrow, because September is the best month ever, and I’d hate to miss it.
You’ll see me tomorrow, because I am not BFFs with Taylor Swift yet.. October 17th, here I come! #TashandTay #Tashlor #Taysha #werestillworkingonit
You’ll see me tomorrow, because I have a weekend trip to Cali to see my older sister receive a well-earned diploma.
You’ll see me tomorrow, because I haven’t gotten married yet, because I’m not a mother yet… and most importantly, because I have at least 10 really good baby names filed away for future use. :)
You’ll see me tomorrow, because my apartment is a mess and I’d hate for my family to have to clean up after me.
You’ll see me tomorrow, because I haven’t gotten my half-marathon time down to 2 hours yet.. And I didn’t wake up at 5:15 this morning to work-out for nothing.
You’ll see me tomorrow, because FOOD. All the food I’ve yet to eat.
You’ll see me tomorrow, because I’m too competitive to leave the race early


Linking up with Sincerely, Paula and Annie + Natalie with #thoughtsforThursday.
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