kick regret to the curb

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I am tired of dragging what I ‘mighta’ or ‘shoulda’ along for the ride.

Pondering what i might have or should have done can add heaps of regret onto my shoulders, weighing me down. Helping me feel stuck in the moment of regret…so much so that I can feel the chains getting heavier & heavier the longer I try to work it through….
Let it go. Give it to God.
Let Him heal the wound.
Let Him do the telling.

We are to release our past wrongs. Done or undone.
We all need to make the decision to forgive and let go of our past. Once & for all.
Some people do so in stages, as they have been so wounded or bound up in regrets they will need some time to readjust once their burdens are no more.

Regrets are best buried swiftly, in an unmarked grave site.

You don’t need to revisit them.

Choose to move on.
Laugh often.
Forgive, no holding back.
Love, with abandon.
Live your day to its fullest.

Kick regret to the curb outside your house. You don’t need it anymore!

Be aware, however, that not doing things we could/should is also a regret.

Take the leap, and do what you know God has called you too.

Living life with no holds barres, no regrets save hoping time could stand still, so you could keep going beyond normal time.

And one day, you will have no regrets whatsoever, if you follow the Son.

got vs not

It’s what you’ve got that matters.
Not what you’re not.

I spent my childhood, teens right through my thirties focused more on what I was not than what I’ve got.

If I had curly hair, how I wanted straight hair.

When overweight and fit, I wanted to return to being thin, even though back then I wasn’t healthy.

If I had a husband who was hardworking and focused, I wanted one who would spontaneously take a day off work to focus on just me.

I worked from home, but would rather have not had to work at all.

I had close family, but wondered why the some of the family didn’t want anything to do with me.

I was a follower of Jesus who was too caught up in where I was lacking to appreciate my God given talents & gifts.

I woke up one day, realizing i spent too much time giving head space to who I wasn’t, having so lost track of who I truly am:
His child.
Loved with passionate abandon.
Born to worship.
Word crafter.
Freedom seeker.
Daughter of the King.
Lover of His presence.
In the family, forever.

I flipped my attitude of grumbling over the have nots to thankful for what I’ve got:
A wonderful family.
A precious group of chosen sisters.
Great coworkers & bosses.
A home I love to nest in.
A cat who reminds me to enjoy the simple things we all take for granted: eating, sleeping, the sun, play time.
I am a part of One Church, His Kingdom, and although I may have tried different flavours over the years, we are all One in Jesus.
I can express myself through song and the written word.
I am creative, kind, and ever learning…

The outside is only as beautiful as we make the inside of ourselves, for true character radiates for all to see.

I am free to be the me I was designed to be.

The Designer is the one who both equips and strengthens me to be me.

Its time to embrace who you are, not what you aren’t. Be inspired by people like Nick Vujicic- those who refuse to allow their have nots to deter them from their dreams.

What’s there is pretty special to God. Its time to plug in and remember who you are, and return to living your life on purpose and hope, not regret.

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discover what you love

Now you need to discover what you love.

#TheMercifulScar

http://www.faithit.com/watch-the-response-wil-heaton-gives-to-a-little-girl-that-has-millions-of-nerds-like-us-clapping-in-front-of-their-monitors/

There is risk in people knowing what we love.

Many of us get hurt when they make fun of us, or bully us with words, fists, rejection.

And many of us will hide who we are, what we love or want as a result of that hurt.

I know I have.

I was the girl who loved school. Loved to read, to write, to ask questions, to learn. Loved to play every instrument (except clarinet, suffice it to say that I had a few best friends who had that instrument covered!) and to sing.
I also loved drama. Mime or sign language set to music.

I was stifled in my creativity not in public or high school, although I was teased for being a nerd/geek/artsy fartsy.
I was still doing what I loved to do, confident that I was made to do so.

My main gifts are all communication based.
My supporting gifts are relational.

I became stifled at church.

I was pegged as Sunday school helper and teacher, who sang on the side.

My heart has always been the reverse.

I will, and would, choose worship or freedom ministries over teaching any day.

The church I grew up in once we came back to Ontario began that process, with limited breakthroughs from time to time until very recently.

We felt called out of the church home we had been content in for almost 13 years, into a new church that felts challenging, large and overwhelming.

It has been the best thing for all four of my family members.

We have finally all unfurled who we are, where we have come from, and have all been received with love and safety and grace.

That doesn’t mean people didn’t love us where we were at church before, because they did, and do.

It just means that the place we were meant to serve was closer than we realized.

We moved to Aurora as a family 17 years ago.
And have never gone to church locally until this year.

Don’t let regret for what could have been stop you from being who you are meant to be.

Discover what you love.
Learn what you are designed to do.
Find the right location to deepen and grow.

No matter what name you were called as a child or adult.

The fault lies with the name caller, the enemy, not you.

Take some time to rediscover what you love.
Then go do it.
Our world will be the better for it.
And inside, so will you.