Who was it that told you about this imaginary timeline?
Tell me who it was that told you that you missed it.
Was there a specific person or was it this cruel society that robbed you of your joy?
Let me explain. I see fire in your eyes.
A burning when you tell me of your passions.
How you want to bind the wounds of the hurting hearts,
How you want to share the truth with the broken,
you want to bring Jesus to the lost
you want to guide the lonely mothers,
you want to bring an end to depression and anxiety
you want to break stigmas
Your eyes light up when you talk about this,
your voice gets lighter
and your cares dissipate
I see what you were designed for.
I also see the glaze in your eyes when you look around and everyone seems to be arriving.
Oh, sweet friend, each journey is so different.
Can you not see that the one who has been pushing herself since she left her hometown is crumbling?
Can you not see that the one who is following her dream has lost her passion?
Can you not see that the one who has fallen in love has lost her calling?
There is no place to arrive, there is no one destination for all.
When did this disconnect happen?
The serpent crawled in on his belly
whispered lies about your worth
gave false definitions of happiness
stole the joy from the calling of the Lord
he stripped truths and twisted them around your neck into lies
this one you are dying under:
you are not enough
I feel the quickness of your hammering heartbeat as you lay your head on my chest
I can see the floodgates behind your eyes
pleading with me: is this really all there is?
But it didn't start here, did it?
It began when your childhood wasn't a childhood
and there was trauma
and abuse
and hard work
when the suffocation first began
don't dress that way
don't talk like that
smile, don't cry
be quiet, we're in church
They never gave you a chance to be who you were
When you grew, it was a choice
put on the corset
follow your dreams
but do it right
go to college
get married
have kids.
but that wasn't you.
I am so sorry they made you believe this.
I am so sorry they made you believe that being you was not enough.
I have to tell you. You are enough. Exactly as you are. Whether you finish the degree or not. If you take a break or not. When you quit your job. You are enough. You were created in the image of God and he made you enough, not for your salvation, but for you, for your passions, for your dreams. You are not too much. You are not too far gone. You are not too far off track. You are completely and wonderfully enough.
What I need you to know is this: it is okay to stop. It is okay to breathe. It is okay to slow down. There is no race. The only important thing is this: God. He has no timeline and he is gentle in his call. He asks us to take his yoke upon from him for his yoke is easy and light. Let us take a moment to know how kind he has been to our weary hearts. It is okay to slow down, my friends. Take time for you, take time to heal, take time to play. We serve a God who calls us to gentleness and patience, who calls us to different times and places. Please stop rushing, please stop racing.
Tell me who it was that told you that you missed it.
Was there a specific person or was it this cruel society that robbed you of your joy?
Let me explain. I see fire in your eyes.
A burning when you tell me of your passions.
How you want to bind the wounds of the hurting hearts,
How you want to share the truth with the broken,
you want to bring Jesus to the lost
you want to guide the lonely mothers,
you want to bring an end to depression and anxiety
you want to break stigmas
Your eyes light up when you talk about this,
your voice gets lighter
and your cares dissipate
I see what you were designed for.
I also see the glaze in your eyes when you look around and everyone seems to be arriving.
Oh, sweet friend, each journey is so different.
Can you not see that the one who has been pushing herself since she left her hometown is crumbling?
Can you not see that the one who is following her dream has lost her passion?
Can you not see that the one who has fallen in love has lost her calling?
There is no place to arrive, there is no one destination for all.
When did this disconnect happen?
The serpent crawled in on his belly
whispered lies about your worth
gave false definitions of happiness
stole the joy from the calling of the Lord
he stripped truths and twisted them around your neck into lies
this one you are dying under:
you are not enough
I feel the quickness of your hammering heartbeat as you lay your head on my chest
I can see the floodgates behind your eyes
pleading with me: is this really all there is?
But it didn't start here, did it?
It began when your childhood wasn't a childhood
and there was trauma
and abuse
and hard work
when the suffocation first began
don't dress that way
don't talk like that
smile, don't cry
be quiet, we're in church
They never gave you a chance to be who you were
When you grew, it was a choice
put on the corset
follow your dreams
but do it right
go to college
get married
have kids.
but that wasn't you.
I am so sorry they made you believe this.
I am so sorry they made you believe that being you was not enough.
I have to tell you. You are enough. Exactly as you are. Whether you finish the degree or not. If you take a break or not. When you quit your job. You are enough. You were created in the image of God and he made you enough, not for your salvation, but for you, for your passions, for your dreams. You are not too much. You are not too far gone. You are not too far off track. You are completely and wonderfully enough.
What I need you to know is this: it is okay to stop. It is okay to breathe. It is okay to slow down. There is no race. The only important thing is this: God. He has no timeline and he is gentle in his call. He asks us to take his yoke upon from him for his yoke is easy and light. Let us take a moment to know how kind he has been to our weary hearts. It is okay to slow down, my friends. Take time for you, take time to heal, take time to play. We serve a God who calls us to gentleness and patience, who calls us to different times and places. Please stop rushing, please stop racing.
