Yay, yay, hooray! I’m alive!
I’m so excited to announce I’ll have my very own Etsy soon! I’m most likely going to be selling jewelry, all handmade with love and care. I’m so excited to see where this takes me!
If you’d like to support my small business, stay tuned and keep checking in on this post + my blog. I’ll be sure to re-announce it or officially announce it in a post of its own.
I know my posts were depressing, so here’s where I’m at:
Basically, those friends left our church, and at first I was super bummed, but honestly it’s for the best. Enough with that chapter, it’s in the past, let’s move on.
Rafiki grabbed his stick, then smacked Simba across his temple with it.
“Ow!” Simba exclaimed, rubbing the sore spot where the stick had just hit him. “What was that for?!”
“Doesn’t matter!” Rafiki shrugged enthusiastically. “It’s in the past!”
“Yeah,” Simba replied. “But it still hurts…”
“Ah, yes. The past can hurt. But- you can either run from it, or, learn from it.”
As our wise friend Rafiki said in “The Lion King”, the past can hurt. But the past doesn’t matter. You aren’t defined by your mistakes, or what has happened then. Or even before you. You can run from them, or learn from them.
I’m deciding to learn from mine.
I’m prone to becoming intoxicated with the idea of having a friend, who is a guy, who may be the one. I’m prone to following someone else’s lead. And, inevitably, it always gets me into trouble.
(No, I’m not pregnant, and yes, I’m still a virgin. Nothing got physical. I haven’t even had my first kiss, (and I intend to keep it that way until I’m married.) Just clarification, in case you heard the words “boy” + “trouble” and thought of something else.)
My point in all of this is, I keep making the same mistake- which is where I take my focus off of God, and what He has for my life, and I want to take the reigns.
But- I’m no skilled cowgirl. I come from the small suburb city of San Dimas, CA, and, although it is western themed and some stables are a minute from my childhood home, I am not experienced in the metaphorical area of horse riding.
In other words, life is my horse, and I don’t know how to ride it without falling off. God, however, knows perfectly. He did, after all, make the horse. It’s only natural for Him to understand its ways.
I may be a somewhat skilled rider in person, but my life is another story.
I’m weak and I fail.
So, I’m not going to make the same mistake again.
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Lots of love to you readers out there.
Have an incredible day (or evening, or night)!
-K. Hope W.