I love not being able to pull out of my parking spot at the gym because the drive-thru line for Chick-fil-A has 80 cars blocking me in.

Can’t use their hands to cook their own food at home.
Can’t use their legs to park and walk inside.

Even when I’ve been more down lately, I’m grateful for a strong mind, body, and soul. I’m grateful that I refuse to become the majority, because the world needs the strong spirit of the1% of the 1%.

And often you’re doing way more than you think you are. Keep the standard.

Were you ever happy in the pursuit of perfection?

Who was it for?
What were you trying to prove?

Did proving it ever satisfy you? Or did the goalpost just move again?

What made you feel not enough? Who made you feel not enough?

Will becoming more perfect in the eyes of those people ever truly make you happy?

Was the pursuit of perfection a self-made prison?

Are we innately perfect as is or are we meant to be completely and utterly imperfect?

Is the point to reach perfection?
Or Is the point to create from imperfection?

If I was perfect, would I need to be here?

Gm, I’ve said this before but I’ll say it again.

For me, It’s never been a lack of trust, it’s a lack of patience when surrendering to God’s plan and timing.

Heard a story this weekend of this non-verbal autistic boy that evoked immediate tears and full body chills. He spent 20 years not being able to communicate. His family finally took him to learn how to communicate using speller boards at age 20. The first thing he chose to communicate to everyone was “God is strong in this room. There is no stopping His Love”.

Eventually he communicated to his family that he had a dream where Jesus came to him and told him to be patient, his relief to his pain of not being able to communicate was coming, and it would come in the form of a board. His family asked him when he had that dream assuming it was recent- he told them he had it at age 5. 15 years of patience and faith and surrender. 15 years of waiting for relief, reward. 15 years of his mind trapped in his body knowing exactly what’s going on while being treated as retarded in schools. And the first thing he writes is there is no stopping His love.

Often we want to see our work, our dreams, our visions exist in the world sooner than they are meant to. Often we want our discomfort, our uncertainty, and our pain immediately resolved. It is a reminder of the strength it takes to have low time preference, long term vision, and trust in the grander plan.

THERE IS NO STOPPING HIS LOVE. Have a good day🩷

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Maybe you have to heal certain parts of you in the place that feels the hardest to heal.

Maybe you have to sit and face it. Maybe you cannot outrun it.

What about where your feet are right now is not enough?

If today, in this place, right where your feet are, was all you were to have, would you then choose to love it more?

Or have I convinced myself more is always to be found elsewhere?

Uncertainty, where every direction is possible, but none feel right. Yet.

When something says “newly built” I’m like oh so it sucks

You’re not clauding bikini tech packs??