Inside Out

The world tells you who you are, and you listen.

You aren’t pretty enough.

You aren’t smart enough.

You’ll never be successful.

You don’t matter.

You aren’t loved.

You aren’t worthy.

You aren’t enough.

Your Father tells you who you are, and you ignore.

You are beautifully and wonderfully made.

You are more precious than rubies.

You are covered with grace.

You are loved beyond comprehension.

You are upheld with His righteous right hand.

You are strong and courageous. 

You are redeemed. 

But you are not alone. You are not the only one who has wished you were different or better in some way. I’m with you. 

Today I came across an old, broken and abandoned house. And I thought about how it’s kind of the perfect representation of how we see ourselves.

But then I saw something else. I saw flowers blooming inside of the house and all around it, and I realized the truth of who I am and who you are. We see our outward appearances, but the Lord sees our hearts. And they are beautiful. They are sacred, meant for the Holy Spirit to dwell. The Lord sees us as his beloved child, without flaw.

I think both you and I could be a little bit more like this house. It doesn’t care what the world says about it, nothing can keep it from blooming inside. This world has beaten it up. But guess what. It’s still standing. Its flowers are still rooted and grounded. And they aren’t just inside, they are all around. This house knows it’s true beauty and doesn’t want to hide it. Instead, it’s spreading from the inside out. 

I’m giving us both a challenge: Let’s press in and discover who God truly says we are so that we can rebuke the lies the world tells us. And then let’s go share that truth with the people around us.

In other words, let’s spread some wildflowers. 

♡ a tethered heart

Snail Mail

I don’t know about you, but I absolutely love getting a handwritten letter in the mail. Nothing tells someone you value them like taking the time to think enough in advance for how the letter will take to arrive, write with your bare hand, lick the really gross sealing thing, pay the some odd cents for a stamp, and wait patiently for a letter back (goodness forbid they just send you a text). True love right there, am I right?

Sometimes you do not know that a letter is waiting for you in the mailbox, and it’a a happy surprise. Sometimes you do know and the excitement builds (or the impatience) as you wait for it to arrive. Either way, they are so much better than the every day bills and advertisements that come your way.

Here’s the thing: hearing from God is a lot like waiting for a handwritten letter. More often than not we wonder why God is not speaking to us. We grow impatient as we wait for the answer to come, and then give up when it doesn’t come in the time we want it to. But on the other end, God is writing an intentional and unique response to send your way just when you NEED it, not when you want it. And because of that, we aren’t always there to open the mailbox when the time comes. Instead, we sift through our own answers or ones other people throw at us, and a lot of times it’s junk mail. Then, when we finally get the mail, we realize what we missed.

I have missed out on so many important words from the Lord, but I have also heard many. And let me tell you, his are always so much better than mine, without fail. Just like opening that surprise letter, his words are refreshing and just so much more exciting than anyone else’s.

So the next time you ask the Lord to speak, remember that He loves you enough to spend the time and lick the envelope even when He knows there’s a chance you won’t open the letter. So take the time to check the mailbox each day until a letter arrives. Because even though we don’t know when it’s going to arrive, it will and it will be worth the wait.

♡ a tethered heart