I love the way I feel on New Year’s Eve. Over the past few years, I feel like I’ve looked at the new year with new eyes. Eyes that say, “Anything is possible.”

It makes me sad because even though I initially dreaded the thought of writing something for any and everyone to read, I have come to enjoy it.

When you find yourself in a situation that feels heavy—so heavy that you almost feel hopeless—how do you push through?

I said before that I felt like God has been revealing more and more things in my heart... Well, it’s like He’s doing that in my social life as well.

This scripture brings me such peace about the transition I am in from my current season into my new season.

Most people know that one of the things every little girl dreams of from a young age is to one day marry the man of her dreams and have kids. Well.. I’m no different.

Are you able to look back on your life and see moments in time where God protected you? Well, I can… A lot.

I have to be honest. I don’t feel like I have much to say right now.

That night a month ago, when I was laying in bed reflecting on all of this stuff, I began to see the word “purpose” in a different light.

I always knew God’s Word is living, but I guess I never expected it to come alive like that when I was reading it in chronological order.

I love everything about journals. I love to shop for them. I love to write in them. I love to fill them. I love to look back in them.

The room is engulfed in decorations of all colors. The ladies are adorned with ballroom dresses, and the men stand up tall with suits and ties on.

I mean, come on, this battle in my heart is over someone’s words! There are far worse things that could be happening. Yet here I am. Tired of fighting. Still trying to heal. Still trying to forgive. Still trying to move on.

Over the last couple of years, I’ve had ideas pop into my head that I thought would make a great story. So I’d write them down and tell myself I would work on it later. Only problem is that I almost never went back to those ideas.

The desire to write came, but I never thought it was a possibility because I had zero experience. I never wrote for school, other than research papers. I never wrote for a school paper. I never wrote little stories for fun at home. Nothing.

The way your heart, mind, and body instantly respond is usually a good indication of where you are in the forgiveness process.

I don’t think I realized that I have been in a wilderness season. Probably because it’s been more spiritual than physical. My spirit was being freed from a slavery of some kind and it had three options…

“Do not let your beautiful mind become a battlefield. Just because someone has shown you their weapons does not mean you have to accept the war. Those who try to break you are expecting you to be in fight mode. Conquer them with your peace.”

“She believed that God would keep his promise.”

I have always lived my life thinking that life was all about finding that one career that you could see yourself retiring from and sticking with it.