...an unexpected epiphany

"Through him all things were made..." John 1:3 Jesus, you  made me . You intimately formed me with your hands. You created my inmost being. You designed my inner heart and mind, my personality, my natural abilities, interests, passions, my inclinations, even my weaknesses. You lovingly and gently designed everything about me according to your perfect plan and pleasure. You were pleased to make me. You were smiling as you formed every part of me - inside and outside, visible and invisible. And when you were done, you said, "He is very  good." You smiled and looked to our Father, seeking his praise too, and as his tender eyes met yours, he smiled and agreed, "Yes, he is very good." Thank you, Jesus, that I am fearfully and wonderfully made and that you are very pleased with me and smile when you look at me. "For you created my inmost being;     you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; ...

First of all, I want to start off by apologizing for the long hiatus from my venture into the world of blogging. As it seems true for everyone, these last couple months have been rather busy, and blogging was not at the top of my to do list. That being said, as I continue to get the ball rolling, I hope that I can pick up some momentum and make writing a more regular part of my routine. Now to where I left off in my last post . I had begun to share about some thoughts that had been nagging me recently and they still are--questions such as: "Is this really the life I am meant to live? Am I truly living to my full potential or have I settled for something less because of fear, or my own insecurities, or simply because it's comfortable?" Hand in hand with these thoughts are deeper questions that strike more at my core: "Am I capable of something more? Do I have what it takes to really make a difference or am I just fooling myself?"  In this place, it's easy...

Over the last couple months, I've been wrestling with some unsettling questions that seem to get louder with each day: "Is this really the life I am meant to live? Am I truly living to my full potential or have I settled for something less because of fear, or my own insecurities, or simply because it's comfortable? Am I capable of something more? Do I have what it takes? Will I always feel this way?" Deep down I really believe I was made for something more. Deep down I truly believe that I am capable of so much more (that we all are). And deep down I cling to a hope that I won't always feel this way. However, if I'm honest with myself, most days I don't live like I believe this. Instead, most days I live nagged by insecurities, questions, and doubts if I'm good enough--fears of failing, fears of letting others down, and fears of being found out that I'm not all that I make myself out to be. Most recently I'm plagued by the fear of regret--tha...